The evening world. Newspaper, March 31, 1914, Page 18

A Page, of Comics, SKetches‘and Stories ok S'MATTER, POP?” Now UsTEN ‘To REASON, You sime! 1P You QUEER ANCTHER FILM IN THIS "CONQUERING His EVIL SELE™ REEL — You'RE GoNNA GET YER FACE PusHes IN! You PAY ATTENTION | WO THE DIRECTOR AND ihesd (Too “THe RYE CUT oF THe BSTTLE So HE WONT SMELL (T AND GET THIRSTY LiKe He DID YesTeRnnay.. GEE, WAAT DOES THE WIFFS MOTHER 1 WAS WANNA START HOUSECLEANIN’ IN My 00M FOR? WHEN SHE GETS THROUGH EVERYTHING Witt BE ANYWHERE BUT THE RIGHT PLACE! Vge2eMeve AN, | SUNK “THAT TEOLL | WON AT THE CLUB LAST NIGHT YNDER THE RUG! , i country’s flag, with tho measles" “Oh, is not so bad as dear!” *interr last bulletins War Depart havoc of mi inilitia re “Holty berry. sion in tho ¢ t was about ty!" “What sort of ptal er," 19]. by The Press Wublishing Co, true New "Fork ixentug Worth) ‘FHE JARRS DECIDE TO JOIN A DANCING CLASS. sympathetically, “Who's here to soe it? whimpered Miss Irene Cackleberry, the fair young girl from Philadelphia who was still visiting the Ja Mr. Jarr gave a peck from behind his mowspaper. He was there to seo It Cunrricht. 1914. by The I'rees Publishing Co. (The New York Evening World) Gertrude, the Jarrs’ light) running domestic, was there to see it. Little Willie Jarr and his baby sister, darr, were there to soe it. Dusenberry «tbe kind hearted old lady neighbor, originally from In- diana, who had dropped in to bring the children some of her home made cookies) was there to see it, But evidently alt these did not count, for Mrs, Jarr again patted Miss Cacklo- berry on the back and sald: "Yes, know, but somebody MAY die Coorrieht, 10M by The Press Bul ON'T cry, my dear girl, you'll make your nose Now DON red," said Mrs. Jarr THE HOM “I'm just that discouraged I don't know what to do!'™ sniffled Miss WHO SeTTLEDD NEW YORK? g— wy soapstone etic WHERE IN THE SAM Hin. Did He GET Horn, OF (T HAT A, FOOZLEDUFFEIR THE OLD LADY CAN'T HELP BUT FIND IT! AND 1 ToLD ‘ | ‘i Cackleberry, “Hore my darling hero, 1s that who has tho measles and|berry,” interrupted Mr. Jarr, “bu! Capt. Tynnofoyle, is dying for his| thinks he's dying it by the | full of holes as. ent?—stated that the erled Mrs, Dusen- SAMMY’S SLATE Fun for the Home and the Ride Home You ARE MAKING A GREAT STRUGGLE AGAINST THE “EVIL SELE* “aT DRINKS! YO FEEL YOURSELE |, GROWING STRONGER." “HE BOTTLE TEMPTS You Wl) - ---++- 914, by The Press Publishing Os, Oopsright, 1 (The New York Evening World.) NOTHIN’ To iT BUT BEAT 17 FoR HOME- 'S ME TOIT ITS Att ofr! MAYBE | CAN GET THERE BEFORE Ye etek es eral Ever Cui SHE'LL SLIP IT 70 THE WIFF AND, HAVE SOMETHING ON ME FOI FAI. dln loc fall ell he was dresse low who could sp bout it? When 1 4 the war and town South and s, ho got shot as porous plaster, and ‘he got gangrene and smallpox and n’s|yaller fever and insomania and ty- | phus and bone-break ager and". “You know 1 wouldn't hurt your really, you know, a recital of all thes: ils that flesh 1s heir to, well, really you know——Can't we talk about the sunshine of spring an@ the trees and flowers and the singing birds" “1 wouldn't talk about singing birds if were you!” spoke up Mra, Jarr acidly, “after the bird you brought home last night In that B ‘my Gabe ent yj went right: sr >| fit and fit the r . Jarr was going to refute ev thing Mr, to excuse him n the telaph at Miss Cackloherr: arned no ny. all well and hay just havin, perils invest a soldier's career—at least ' ing at home they aren't trying to sell us accident nsurance like your friend Mr, Ren- ton DB. Busby did! And after*him terrifying and horrifying us with his a as incomes: i k Midhing Co. (The New York Kvening World) r. Jarr and I join! Yes, 3 the new steps! Come right over tell us about itt” list of injuries 1 of the backbone, $5 |Injured and dying for a ving talk, jadmitted he was a married man!" | “After we had gotten him a er fit for a king, and telling an awful story that Irene baked the chocolate | layer cake Mra. Dusenberry sent in There was a young fellow in Dall Who never would wear but one ga Since us chaps in the Kast Have one whole patr at least I'm sure we will bear him no mal cE King a pik of | "added Mrs, Jarr | “You Insisted he take u third ploce| of the chocolate layer cake, when he said how gcod it was,” mumbled Mr Jarr. | "And suppose I did!" replied Mrs. | Jarr. “Did I think he was the sheep jin wolt's and all that sort oft ind word he marrie isa Cacklo- y. “And' my hero, Capt. ‘Tynne- il, and) Mawr writing me il letters that if Iam to waste dr s0 much time to come home and let my sister Gladys have a chance in| Now York! Gladys put her up to say that, nistaks e that Bento t food doos tt do us" | know he was married,’ | r, Jarr. "You said to| some young men to the house while Irene was visiting us. And this! ‘An otherwise useless lemon ir. insurance agent didn't look like @!hands of an unsympathetic ‘gal married map—you no! yourself god.’" “What is the ‘yellow peril?" a Copyright, (The n his endeavor r stirring, he hay- | I MERELY SA'D J] RectroneD HE HAD A FROG 1914, by The Proas Publishing Co, New York Evening World.) we You can't Kip ME ! AY KNOW "TEA WHEN AY SMELL aa tT a OW, HELLO HANK! | FOUND THIS UNDER THE RUG. AND | HAD AN 0 WE! SAVING IT UP To BUY HER A PRESENT! IT HASNT DAWNED’ ON HIM YET THAT NOW HE'S GOTTA i, - ‘THEN—SHE TURNED ARO Copyright 1914. by ‘The Press Publishing Co oked | the} UND. ‘The New York Evening World), avor "To ANY “CATARACT SHOW TONIGHT, YOUNG LADY. YOU'LL STAY RIGHT IN YOUR ROOM UNL 1 SEE FIT TO LET YOU hone ‘y to| . Jarre over 2 It's Clara : iusby! And as for saying a 1 to mention, as poor Irene did, what low are we all? Oh, ga A jancing class? Why, will | Jarr is crazy to learn | and said her, ily! neck in nine plac 000; ‘Itay.| And when Miss Cackleberry ing your little ehildr ined in-an| She didn't see what good a married incendiary fire, $2, Don't you| couples’ dancing class would do talk to us!" Mrs. Jarr sald, “Don't be s | "Yeu," crind Miss Cackleberry, “and| There'll be nothing but bachelors that ‘awful cheeky, — overdrossed, | there, mostly smirking life insurance man, after 7 pas harrowing us up with his old getting HELP! las Hus. | Practical. ILIAE was being measured for W hia first made-to-order suit of clothes, you want the shoulders padded, ittle man?” inquired the tailor, “No,” said Wjlite significantly; “pad the pants."—Péople's Home Journal. POEL HE Tommy’s Courtesy. oMMY’S father had been giving him lessons in politeness, but dared hope that the seeds ng had taken root. hearing notse coming from he investigated, and pounding his little {\ ARR COLLAR Smartly expresses the best in collar styles, 2 for 25c. surprised, Tommy,” said his you should hurt Don't you know! owardly to strike one than yourself? | es," replied the ciprit meek the ut when you spanked me yesterd: llery 1 Clues, Peabody & Ca, ina Mabere too polite to mention it.’ Ladies’ Home Journal ~