The evening world. Newspaper, May 25, 1914, Page 18

THINK of IT FeLLERS! ENT x j May and AXEL—Why Axel Says Nothing Is Perfectly Obvious NEXT SATURDAY WE'LL BE Back IN NEW YORK AGal AINT CHA GLAD? ANM THIS \‘bhAM COMPLE TE > ENTE NCE “R-A-WAIT ‘T a reunton of the Adams family the chicken croquettes gave |. Uke, @a the maids carefully the younger children. After 2 trying to attract the atten- a ef bis mother, one of the i beys at the lower end of the 2 “Raho called out tn @ loud tone of 4 “Mother!” de it, Albert?’ she i; think,” went on the child, ebd have liked the croquettes if } had ona?'—Almeda E. Craw- MEKICO OH, THIS} HAYFEVER! . Now, sanny, “Il AM POOR IN PURSE, BUT—"A-A-A | Malachi Figgerative. CHOOLBOYS of eleven,” said Prof, Thomas R, Lounsberry, Yale's authority on English, apt illustrative usage. aying is “to keep oor.” It does not door, A good instance is when the landlord comes for the rent, He I knocks at the door and you keep wful quiet, in the hope that he will think there is nobody in and go way. "Boston Jouraal Teal live wolf from | Gee AXEL, DON'T IT MAKE YA FEEL Good To BE LEAVING BEHIND ? Look AT THE PoRPOISES PLAYING, AXEL ! “THey‘’RE HAPPY Too- JusT LiKe SEE, I'M a NY pty | mmm es, Wat as Rahat left our hero, Mr. Edward Jarr, an innocent and, until now, unharmed bystander when the folding-bed con- lady went back into an unfolded con- ition on top of the lifting Brother Fits and Sweeny, the cop, the while it also pinned againat the wall jooney, the old bachelor boarder in Frits'’s well populated flat. Moanarbile, the on boarder, the 0 moving ture operator, blockaded in hia little back room by the folding-bed being down, further enlivened the proceedings by singing, rately, Mr. Jarr thought, | of the latest popular song of tl “It ‘That's Your Idea of a Wonder- ful Time, Take Me Hom bes erled Mr. lady by the get out of bed your brother police- man will be smashed as fi that poor man that the crated elephant 1 on at the Jersey City docks!” ‘And me fut!" roared Malachi, the arder, “Me fut is was too modest @ word “leg” in the | Pres “Well, some of us can room, but your brother yousemaa can't, and neither can this taining the hysterical fat| J “I'll shut me e: ttle old bachel: “But my clothes, where are my clothes?” asked the fat lady, easing up on the groaning men beneath the folding bed by shifting her weight toward the head of the bed as much as she could, “What did you do with your clothes when you went to bed last week? And are you dead, Frits?” was Frits'’s worried wife's double- barrelled question. “No, we ain't feeling the weight #0 much now,” grunted Frits, “but Bweeny'’s night stick was almost drove through me!” amas ir, if you all lifted jarr. “Me fut will break if the bed slips 8!" cried the grimy get out,” advised 25. 1914 \SNT THE OLD OCEAN RESTLESS , AXEL ? IT 6WES YA THE FEELING ITS ALive , DON'T IT? SBAFAAAAAARABAAASABABARAAGAAAAA AAA I: The Four Mahomets Conspire, and the Mountain Moves! HALAL HAASASAAPAAAAA AIBA BABA AAA A BABA again,” interposed Malachi, “and, be- sides, I can't get me hands down bechune the wall to get @ holt!” “Can't you find the lady’s clothes?” asked Mr. Jarr of the distracted Mra. Frits, “Then I can leave the room and the gentleman pinneds against the wall can close his eyes and the lady can get up and attire herseit— or, say, haven't you got a robe of some kind to throw over her?” “What would fit her?” asked Frita’s wife. “Send over to the brewery stable and get a horse blanket. Oh, me fut!" advised the little bachelor. ‘The moving picture operator barri- caded in the little room, now to bawl that he was “All Dressed Up and No Place to Go!” Jarr deemed to be an unintentional —— ft le man plants it Which Mr. |; satire. “Well, I'm sure I don't want to stay where I'm not wanted and where no- body loves me!" whimpered the fa lady. “But if ‘somebedy will ban me my dress I'll leave this house this instant!" The hoarse voice of Sweeny the policeman now asserted itself: “It you are in this house when I get out from under"’-— “Get Out and Get Under! Get Out and Get Under!” chanted the moving picture operator, and it was evident, from the sound that acompanied the words, that he was sitting on his bed with his heels on the bureau, which he waa kicking to keep time as he consumed cigarettes he was mak- rom the makings. ks I get out from under here alive!” wheezed the policeman, ‘T know what I'll do.” acne her out of bed!" rumbled me fut {a bruck entirely, both exclaimed the pinioned Mal- rt of the City That Has chanted the imprisoned picture operator. “Why, what a simp I am!" sud- denly cried the fat lady. “I'm laying in this bed all this time hollering fer me harness, and here I went to bed all dressed up, just as we do sometimes when sleeping on the lot!" was fully attired, ihe released the closing the fact and by so arial trapped quartet. by it it!” shouted Frits to Mr. Jarr, “Bweeny, the cop, blames it all aecrinmin He Found Him. N a class of twelve boys one of them had broken a school rule, but none of them would own up to being guilty or tell on the one they knew had committed the of- fense. “T will thrash every boy in the class until I find the offender!” an- nounced the teacher, Go be began ond WHY DONT CHA SAY SUMP'N ? DON'T CHA SEE THE BEAUTY |- OF (IT auc 7?? f C TRoYS BEST PRODU The co (iain) _ TROY'S GEOT RED-MAN OLLARS lars of thehour. 2 for 25 cts. EARL & WILSON ooucT ct |