The evening world. Newspaper, March 20, 1914, Page 22

FERRE BU gh SALE ARE NINH RN ESI A Page of Comics, Sketches and Stories. (F YOU WANTA LEARN How To ACT — JUST COME IN “THE STUDIO AND WATCH ME (DO MY "STAR" STUNT, KEEP AN EYE ON ME AND ‘ YOU'LL Se WHAT A BUM Goon work FLOCEY | Now READ THe LETTER AND REGISTER GRIEF! V Love Yoo, | LOVE UE. Y. Wy We Hee Putiisting O°.) replied Mian Cackleberry, whose ni Fork Eremiag Wort) tiona of militia usage in civic were as vague as Mra, WERYONE IN HARLEM GETS oven T suppore it will be grai Sd A TAX! EXCEPT THE — | Seiaiers tro’ sci ee rey JARRS. for the moving pictures, but thi don't: excuse him la for being “Oh, he'll be here all in gaxi time,” gomforted Mrs. Jarr. “After you haye married Capt. Tynnefdyle then you will have cause to worry about the man being late or being delayed.” But suppose womething happened fils taxicab, and my darling is in- . perhaps even now meaning oR me—and some bold faced nurse attending to him!” cried Capt Tyn z appy flancee. that whining 1 get me all itp) red in a taxicab ac @ soldier, won't he} e Wait til 1 set my eyes on him q J Pobanees wrtri® “No, walt til you marry him, then / en, Ire@e Caskioberry, as|¥°4 Can pay him up for everything, i ate the front| id Mra, Jarr. “Oh, I forgot!” Seare for the twentieth| , “Forgot what?" asked Capt. Tynne- . "Do you think anything| {¥!¢'s flancee, . Breet baee BIR fron ae come te tbe keane tareee Sent wee ; i ome to ouse for us! a ene BE FEO Cay eee tar He ta tied Kin aie men bravely up to the thea and they are to enter the theatre in a body?” “That tsn't the way I understood it!" retorted Miss Cackleberry, "How dare he leave me for his old soldier company? Why couldn't he have brought them to the house in taxi- cabs re in military splendor” n't it have been more like a " asked Mrs. Jarr. ber, Tell Mr, get us a taxicab’ nt running domesti , Went out flat where Mr. Jarr was raging be- ® he couldn't find a thing he a hero with be presented with ord, and all that sort of thing! SHIRTS The material being woven to our order, you are assured of exsiusive patterns and colorings in all grades frost: $1.50 up. Look for the purple band across the neck of every shirt; it's the mark of TROY’S BEST PRODUCT. EARL & WILSON MAKERS OF RED-MAN COLLARS. clean shirt and his blue tie over there, and let Mrs. Dusenberry dress him and take him in my place!" su, gested Mrs. Jarr. “You know, loves Capt. Tynnefoyle now. Capt. Tynnefoyle told me feame out of hi ; night and beg he kissed the captain!" “What screamed Mins Cackle- berry. “That child with the measles exposing my hero to danger? Oh. However, he slipped his overcoat over his negliee and went ‘out to get the vehick There w: taxicab we nearby. but Mr. Jarr got to it just in time to behold Albert, the streat sweepe: in his leased for the occasion dress lable taxicab Tony, the fireman. Place, And I'y rented even the Ingersol runabout and Woolworth roudsters that I'm too Inte now, eo 3 éitn't say anything about Wille having the holding tor repair charges. Imeasies," said Mra, Jarr. “And if great night. Mr. Slavinaky and Raf. j ™ “4 Mr ferty, the builder. took a taxi to.|%oU an gether. Only thelr dames was with: (ioyttn, for, “military night with thein, I'd a thought Leach Cross was! pany you'd better be starting.” ne Ling Tommy Murphy to-night. | Ain't got @ thing on wheels to let: pegged by all she consented to mo, al you have, can't git you nothin'.” though, despite being arrayed aplen And so Mr, Jarr returned home to diferously, she declared she looked a port. er ol “Ob, dour, ob, dear!” cried Mrs. iat tm er old Chinwey Jarr, \Maybe I'd better not go! You A RICH MAN'S VIEWS. take Irene and let me stay home.| _,, Anyway, Willle in just over the| “80 you are opposed to grand opera measies and shouldn't be out in the|at popular prices? night alr!’ “Yes; next they'll be having \ “But he isn't in the night air,” said] pin at popular prices, and orchids at Mr. Jarr. “Ho's at old Mrs, Dusen-| bargain rates, And then what tnter- berry’s with hie little sister Emm fest will a rich man have in life?"— “Take his a* Kansas City Journal. But after she had been coaxed and WHY-7-E-E-E-E-ER) Boss Y'KNOW E-ER’ I'VE BEEN HERE Fi-Hi-vE} THOUGHT I'D ASK You [ For R Fun for the Home and the Ride Home How OFTEN HAVE | TOLD You NOT TO Look AT THE CAMERA 2 Gets Goss- - te t=1~eeR-Gor! I HAD 41M OUT THAFE AN HE KictreD THo HE UPTHET ME TSACIT iN PA HAS HIGH HOPES OF MA “GETTIN’ SENSIBLE.” A is commencin’ to get sen- sible again. Leastwise | she's got part way there. She's met a woman by the name of Mrs. Carrington Bruce who has sort of half recon- ciled her to soap. Lord only knows how or where she met her, but she's a real top notcher, Ma says, and has her pic- tures regular in the Society supple- ments of the Sunday papers. Her husband is in Wall street and is a stock broker, Accordin’ to Ma he's a “rigin’ power in the world of fin- ance.” Ma ain't said nothin’ to me about it. I heard her talkin’ to Clarice when they didn’t know I was in the next room. It seemed funny, for it's | usually been Clarice givin’ pointers occupy they mi their money, and | people don't ask any more hi get your money. They only that you have it.” “But, mother,” I heard Clarice pat in, “they do not belong to the re: aristocracy, It is merely the ‘do! society. Any one can bel fosist you know, owe their position to hav- ing been born into it. It is of family. The older famili “I know," Ma put in, "'M explained all that to me. Lut s saya the die aristocracy tx dyin’ be cause Its money is nearly all spent and there's no one with the gumption to get out and make more, Their lit- tle circle is narrowin’ and they are givin’ place to the others. Besides, you weren't born into one thore je old families, so why chase can't catch?" “That wouldn't make you ot them,” says Ma. ‘They'd always ri member who you were and the: wouldn't let you forget it, either. The attitude of Mrs. Van Der Loon shows you what to expect. If she let Percival marry you, it would be | solely to get the money you would | bring them. Sho wouldn't accept you h val says he loves me," saya Clarice, “and that I would make him very happ: “He loves you because you can pay hin debts,” says Ma, “and tha a hy you would make him Clarice didn't say no more, but 1 could tell she didn't acgept Ma’ doctrine, But Ma was right. There ain't no use chasin’ a rabbit unless you've got four legs. ‘There's no use throwin’ soap after him. You might hit him and knock him over, but it wouldn't make him feel kindly toward the soap. I'm glad Ma is spunkin' up. I'd like to meet this Mrs. Bruce and put a flea in her ear. If she can talk Ma into. common nse on one subject ¢ she could switch her around on some other lines that need some mis- sionary work. Maybe she could g. our name to Dobbins again, “D'Aubens” ain't nothin’ but @ rabbii too. Anyway, if it comes to a clash be- tween Ma and Clarice I'm bettin’ on Ma, She ain't been “finished.” There's some of her left yet wilh LAS: Her Answer. HIE achool children had learned Eugene Field's poem, “Wynken, Blynken and Nod,” and one af ternoon for the entertainment of some visitors tue teacher had them repeat it, Thinking to display how well the children comprehended tho meaning of the poem she began to ask Questions about it, “And what were the two little eyes and the little head doing in their little boat that was # trundle bed?” she said, so hand came up, What happens when we go sleep?” she went on, Still no sign, “Why, children, can't any of you think What you do when you are sleeping Up came the hand of a tiny, brown- eyed maiden. “Woll, Dorothy, hte tell us." In the sweetest lisp came the an- to for what you are but for what you | lave you heard Myrtle’ ut landing a grand ment?” “Yes, said the veteran captain of 66 A 7 the Hattle of Cedar Creek,” a company In one of Vir- sinia’ pany, of the archtiend himself, grew de- moralized and panic-stricken, De. spite all my efforts, they bro! started pell mell for the rear, 8 one fellow, whom I knew was arless as a lion, dashed by me, I In 23 Days”? Remarkable Experience of F. Gage non, Builds Up Weight ® Wonderfully - down to the my revolver and cried; Halt and return to your place! If uu don’t I will shoot!’ ‘Shoot and be Rangeal he replied, never pa ‘Wh: Companion, —-____ Wasn't He Right ? TEACHER was questioning a A cli of boys on the subject of “birds.” Having received correct answers to the questions about | feathers, bill, feet and wings, he put! the question: “What is it a bird can | do that I am unable to do?” “Fly,” was thi one Bald up his hana “Well, my lad, what is it?” .. . 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