The evening world. Newspaper, May 18, 1914, Page 16

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A Page of Comics, kketches and’ Stories om You'Re Picwine uP THE GENERAL IDEA oF THINGS pur ovVe Ger THIS Now .et'’s SEE You HAD 17 PLANTED Two WEEKS AND WANTED To SE8 WHY, EGGS ARE Always HATCHED, EVER PLANTED SAY Geonee - wHareva THINK OF my’ SCHEME OF GENDING AXEL OUT > MN WITH THE mBxICANS?! Het LEARN THEIR WAYS AND UToLd Him TW ARGUE Wwrrd ‘EM - LEARN How “Hey ACT WHEN THEY Ger MaAD. AND | ToLD HI” To ---- ¥Y LOVELORN—There’s Trouble on Foot for Larry, Too! YOUNG MAN, HAVE bg NER BARGAIN COUNTER F)ISHOP M'DOWELL has recov- ad ered from his recent illness suf- Selently to receive his friends entertain them with a story now then, says the Chicago Inter Gome years ago the Bishop presiding over a conference in South. At thgclose of the secs. an old negro mammy who had paee an interested listener through- B the proceedings approached the x, : to congratulate him, done atiended confunces hyah o’ de wah,” she Bi pian id, “An's Taking Life Easy. NITED STATES SENATOR LEE 8. OVERMAN of North Carolina is always supplied with @ stock of good Southern tales, “In the southern part of Arkansas,” relates Mr. Overman, “where the na- tives take life easy, a man and his wife were one day sitting on the porch when @ funeral procession passed the house. The man was comfortably seated in @ chair which was tilted buck on its hind legs against the side of the house and whittling on a piece of wo sion proceeded he sa reckon ol’ man Willia: about the biggent funeral th n held around hyer, Carol “A purt sized on it, Bud? queried the wife, making no effort to move. ii¥ou betcher!’ Bud answe to red. eal a way! nprerybedve ° tie : “Why. I remomber when @ grifter could go out with a cake of soap cut into slices and three cents’ worth of fancy tinfoll to wrap the sliced soap in, and pitch his pipes that it was @ peerless eradicator of sptck, speck, pot or blemish, and a one night cure for _corns—and make all sorts of money, red, white and blue, “And now, such is the work of re- formers, if-one of the fleet floats into oor Bite York Retina Wes ™ | ‘a of which you *peak do not concern me, if I understand you,” said Mrs, Buzzford, the human vulture hunt- ress, icily. anything stronger than a punch board or a poodle dog wheel, the main squeeze with a banner on his benny marked ‘Marshal’, will hone in on the play, ask for the pitchman’s rea and if be ain't got none, the tap, cop the layout and haul the attic will give him the Dick's | Jai seseoccesoooooooecosoeoesosoesoe ce secceeoooooseeooet At Last Mr. Jarr Once More \ Basks In Harlem’s Respect 8F9S99SSSS99999 89 SHTISOSSDIESIOdERLIESIFdS90NTI0C000 grifter to the hoose gow double quick. | said the bo: And before daybreak, at 11 A. M.,| W: he'll be up before a law Silas and ty days in stir. ei.4 reformers? Why, say! They got it eo that you can't peddle burnt leather cushion covers with Home and Mother mottera on them at the reunion of the Smith family at Pea- pack, N. J. and there's an outfit uster stand for acid.” “Is this the—abem—young lady that Fritz, the shipping clerk, said was his sister and asked you to look after from Evanaville to Chicago?” whis- pered old man Smith of Mr. Jarr, when the fat lady had stopped for y breath, . oT “This is the very one,” replied Mr, grimly. “On a trip out never tell what we'll Jarr had brought the Obese helping of id tl fat Jady, ac- the edible tribute, “this so- offin is only near-food. I ich elie story was only atalli ing to marry me, but young girls like a compliment of that Dogstory ain't like that jest blew out, who is bugs rr, on human vultures. , “You should have been ‘armed,” baal Rellneed tant a pores “Well, all I gotta say ts that you gotta noive coming to a homelike little snare like this, when folks pulling off a fest, and try to crab a gentioman with bis wife and answered La Bolle Ro-| FR tundl, “If I was you I'l do @ drum! and beat it." “I SHALL withdraw,” sneered the militant feminist, “and I have no feel- ing but profound pity for an assem- blage of persons who can spend their time in the lure of the dances that are the bait of the Birds of Prey!” And the militant feminist withdrew, Jingling her handcuffs significantly as she passed Mrs. Jarr, “What eats them reformers?” asked | La Helle Rotundi, looking around er. | “They don't want to have no good time and they don’t want nobody elve to have it. Why, in the show business | you can't pull off a new gag and gather in the coin with It but when you play @ return date with tt you find the re- formers has either put up the price of the reader, so your carnival can't play tho town, or else they has got a law that puts a crimp in e open air amusement pa Mr out in the Tt new action . we : te “HELP WANTED!” .° ‘Coprrigat, 1914, Prow Poser (NY, Beaning World) always has believed, that a young lady can be insulted in a respectful manner, where no harm is meant whatevei “Why, of course,” said Mr. Dog- story, the press agent, cheering up, “I only asked you to marry me to get a story in the paper, When one is doihg the publicity work for a a must stop at And after Mr. Jarr blows 3 and fades away from Chi. I thought of putting out a story ‘De. serted Bride With the Girl From the Cheese Factory Show About to Commit, Suicide, When Press Repre- sentativ& Proposes to Take Place of Bigamous® Bridegroom.’ “I put it up to the atage hands first, but if there's anything unpleas- ant to do in getting over a 'y the gink doing the preas work to be fall guy for his own stuff. The stage hands found out you were non- union fat lady and passed the propo- sition up." "Oh, well,” said La Belle Rotundi, “let bygones be bygones! Ain't there any gentlemen here going to ask me to dance a hesitation with him? No? ‘Well, let me show you some new steps I thought up my own self,” And she got up and danced till the family on the floor below sent up word that Plaster was falling down in thet ‘Thus, though reached at the tango court-martial, char, if of their own again ai YOU GOTTA DO IT! CERTAINLY. “How much?" asked his “1 can tell you," aaid the aqourate| friend. conptient man, “how much water goes ower Ni-; “Twe pints."—Ladies’ Heme Jour agara Falls to a quart.” nal. f COLLARS _. TRoY'S BEST PRODUCT Gj, bUNWooD 4 Cede!” 2 for 25 cts. EARL & WILSON MAKBAS OF FEHR BRET MM Rr The collars of thehour. (Plain) (Bpotted)

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