The evening world. Newspaper, April 1, 1914, Page 16

iA Page ° ‘of. Comics, "Sketches and sestomsznn GASPIN FOR You said . AIR, \: TAM, GuLP, GULP Feld bs You Just Lire THAT N YOURE GoING To PLAY “THE "STAR PART i Ye You HEAR THE GHosT ! i] IN A New SREEL Film, Axer! (TS CALLED “THE HAUNTED House” “Ls. AND IN THE FIRST SCENE A GHOST one IN AND MAKES HORRIBLE THE GHosT COMES IN! HE comes TO Get You" SHow TERROR ! Fine! Fine! GREAT ACTIN cle AY AINT acTina!! THEY WONT WHEN THEY REALIZE GE MENT| if fo Mctogang! akg MR BLINKS: ING ww ve eet ‘OM A 1AM yours AND OURS ALONE Ne Miss Irene Cackleberry, getting val-| paid and o' ave! 3 vhy, Mra. . Ive ) Jarr meekly. uable lessons in the mastery of men|Jurr would lik: through the tyranny of tears, sald] pleasure, 1 am no word, Why should she? ‘I'm not feeling eaid Mr. Jarr rr pant ear e “Why, Cora Vansour was "That's what I Mi . 4 up by nine doctors, ahe joined Hone of sad, eweet resignation, “Call dancing © up and sec if Mra. Mudridge-Simith e~ nine pounds, That's all che wishes, on:her way here. Say 1 have be v' ye , i ig J so she’s now dancing to reduce! taken with a dreadful sick headache, bh per ! y bes Oo ce | Hertha Terwiliger had the rheuma- if she's yet at home.” lism dreadfully, Mra. Stryver had Something in the tone alao seemed pale you ‘are looking, , nervous collapse, Bessie Bosworth By f Rov MA) © 0 to say, “She will understand, she's a 5 whe cried, “You've| “The ri und her hair was falling out— Lames meg ie A Press Cr we Ce. | you don't WANT to join the dancing married woman.” c! in the house too much! | ridge-Smith, “ar L rs y've all cured, positively “Irene,” said Mra, Jarr, the same fork Brening von clus,” @he said in w faint, low, aweet! .“Now don't do that!" erled Mr.| Howdy do Irene, how's Capt. Tynne-| got thet one we e : y ng. And I know Mr. voice, a voice such as any long suff-|Jarr quickly. “I was only joking. | foyle? iF terday’ perfect. And she il-|Jarr won't mind you enjoying your- MR. JARR IS NOT ICE— ering, but patient, uncomplaining|Shucks! I want to dance, I think’it|time tll he gots well, and lustrated. “You step twice to the|self, aven tf he is prejudiced againat HE'S BEEN MELTED! fond and loving, but greatly abused] will be great fun.” know the difference, 1 suppose he's|left, starting on the left foot; the new dances! s wife, might use. “It doesn't matte: Mre, Jarr went | like all the f th want a| you step twice to the right, rl ‘Me _prejudic against them?’ “Well, of course, 1 don't mind going}on, wiping away a tear that trickled|woman to live like a recluse forjand dip. Then take four steps for- cried Mr. Jarr, “Why, if Mrs, Jarr AIN'T going to dance | with you,” blurbled Mr. Jarr. “Blur-|unbidden down her cheek. “I sup- ward and four back—dip, turn, kick /don’t come and dance with us. right ‘6 5 | No| bled” is not an accepted word, but it] pose it’s foolish of me to want to keep| Mrs. Jarr could not repress a aigh.| the left leg, step"— to-night, I'll beat her, y those crazy dances! ia the beat description of the tones| young and to wish to have pleasant udridge-Amith saw it Sy can't Join the class, Clara,” aid! ‘Thus is citadel after citadel falling. sirree!" aid Patrick/of 4 man who realizes he's never|times like others have. I'm married " Jarr!"” she cried, turning Henry Jarr, making tho|won a battle in these marital skir-|and have children, my place ts in the|to that unhappy man, “Surely you mishes yet, and that he isn't going to| house with them, I suppose aren't going to prevent M: larr from modern married men’s | in ‘one now. ‘And Mrs. Jarr heaved Joining our marned folks’ dancing v Geciaration of independence. “Oh, never mind, my dear,” eaid| Migs Irene Cackleberry now|class, I thought you were a good “Clara |it was time to epes sport! Surely you aren't one of the CONLIN. If be suspected Mrs. Jarr would|that sweet martyr, Mrs. Jarr. ak. order him to join the dance under |Mudridge-Smith only thought I'd cn-] “Oh, Mrs. Jarr, don't say that!"|old dodos that won't dance yourself @ivers threats, he was mistaken, joy belonging to her dancing claas.|she exclaimed. ‘I am eure Mr. Jarr|or let anybody else dance?” Mrs. Jarr’s big, blue eyes filled with |Irene can go in my place, I'll stay|ten't one of those kind of men, brutes| Mr. Jarr an old dodo? The idea! tears, “Oh, certainly not, my dear, if home.” who only think a wife is an under. ‘Mr, Jarr T spoke Tight up and said, BUT—HE CHANGED HIS tail Copyright OU Publishing Co | taches like the young squirt I see in ‘tree ain ad pie Wooleya, when 1 got measured for my PA RECEIVE. ‘A. new duds, but was dead wrong. He was a short, stubbed, pudgy, ¥ou GOTTA DO rr! FROM —— PERCIVAL! | mttcot titted ee - ‘ HAD acaller at the office to-|fellor, one of the kind that strut day, Twas right up to my| Sound sctin’ an important aa all} { — ears in a conference with! He seemed to take it for granted | right?” q Jepson and Huntington, our that I'd know what he come for, be- He set his jaw, kind of. cause he set right down on the edge| ‘I wouldn't say that,” he says. n Now England territory man-| v6 a’ chair, and propped himself up| “Then is It because of D ‘}to know whieh one ft ager, tryin’ to circumvent young on his cane and opened fire on me| soap?” I says, " be one or] But { didn’t find ut, for he grabbed der of Sudder's without battin’ the other. hat and strutted out mad as y PSE TAR IR ORE TESS a a NS “Mr, Dawbet . without} Mr. De so much as in’ his throat, “in a <THORNWOOD ‘ ! WHITEWoOD if k quick when he see that I was| our set, when two Young people have still busy. 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I presume you are pre- 8 chanst to get my br@gth.” pared to entertain my proposal for I knew he couldn't be there on soap| your daughter's hand.” business, and I knew it wasn't no| “Has she let you hold it?’ I social call, so I had only one guess| wonderin’ just how far matters left. He must of come to see me| gone. | “Shall I show him in about Clarice. I hadn't set eyes on| He made a face and blushed, but him yet, and havin’ a curiosity to| he owned u; know what he looked like, I took a| ‘she has,’ chance and had him come in. I was| “Well,” 1 hat hand was all set to see a wispy ee washed with “Dobbins soap. And I mobbe with a monakle—or conereand you ain’t got much use they call them one-eye windows—and Dobbins’ soap. Peg you must wi se ree Hs sped cree | Sse tine Tm, engton 8: ah’ —