The evening world. Newspaper, August 15, 1914, Page 10

‘Fun for the Home andAhe Ride Home : COME DOWN To THE STORE. To WILLIE s 7. [You'd BETTER A DECIDED +HAve A NEW MANNER WILLIE OH, GOON -Goosy, Ma! He's LEFT TH’ Lappe if THEM TWO ~ WAKE VP! ( THINK THERE @N' iTS JESTA , OLD BIRDS DONT CONRAD CONNE'S GITTIV’ CASE OF OUI] WATCHIN GIT & MOVE ON REO@ON T’ ELOPE WITH TILL HE Comes BACK @N’ GIT BACK INTA BED How kit) LEMVEL, \., B'LEEVE YOURE OH Gee! AY PuT DAS GEAR IN REVERSE @ uN | SANG Novelettes of the New York Streets == : Pee ckdy, and brewed lager, Hi'm fon Hinglishman,|, “Sherman! You, Sherman neutral-) “Here's Frenchy!" the local gang-| | SPARE THE ‘Pearl Street—A Peace Conference an’ when the Hin, ‘its yer|ity buster! You neffer-respecter-of-| sters proclaimed with joy. “I kn ROD AND SPOIL! Kk, hitting an ash can,| bleedin’ tin, sausa, lifted” navy |no-lawa-of-anywheren-clse, you — I|if wed get. the Hare In to it Deferred. a i A Ae ager ag AP Pan RC IL CL "Wolttan Kapouly lor The Brenig Wea. ing along peacefully toward the|'ardware shop, so hit will, blime| “Go to it, Brother Rabbit!” yelled| arm stuff—hey, Frenchy? 8) Ethel Watts Mumford quarter. cgi eh atlases ws oar 1 man “s other ‘Rat He aid not| “Frenchy : ea os vediag, er, ss you?” the G rother Rabbit went. He not renchy needed no goad “ se Trening World.) “Hey, ye bloody blighters!” the tar . MAL you vill my sheepa know how or why he had been pro-| Prussian!” he gurgled, his bristling 7 vociferated. "This ain't the blasted| sink, vill you?’ Ve vill make of Eng-|Jected into the fight, but, betng| hair standing stiff, “Ab, ha! Alsace ves! Balkans, an’ if it were Hi'll teach you| land a Rhine province, so!” there, all the animosity enkindled at| Loraine, Cochon D'Almand!” He took *y fo RAN came out of tho| his fellow-countrymen inside the res-| to pick a fight with @ Hinglishman, Rhine nothing!” the sailor bel-| Liege, thousands of miles away,| bis place dancing outside the em- s lungerian restaurant op Pearl! taurant weren't thinkers. He, Ivor,| Hi will! Here you, yo ‘penny lit- ed, and closed with the hereditary | famed up in flerce flame. battled mass of the German and Bel-; street gesticulating and sputter-| was a thinker, and fight he would| tle Servian shrimp, you!" He leaned | enem: The sailor meanwhile had wiggled h id the Englishman on es rf we not by « : inful!"” forward and tweaked the Hungarian's Nichi realized that the German was| slowly out from under the massive demanding a i me Waving On| Not—not by 4 steinful nose, and the man of peace shricked|a foeman, but at the eame moment he| weight of bis antagonist, and looked evening paper] At the height of hi with pain, The attack seemed to hurt| realized that he hadn't a chance to| with wonder from a swollen optic whirling planet. The s with red head-| beheld Nichi Ouroff, the Serv Nicht more than Ivor, He hopped iter the melee of the two greater| upon the prowess of the stocky littie} manager of the interna lines and trying| ber, rush angrily fram bis little shop pee madly to and fré, waving the Barons He therefore sprang upon| man, gare toe now recovered to curse the un'}in pursuit of a man o> half of] " "you call him Servian! You call him|ty volte AG Reun ive aaa ‘4 poten Neg pian te tore enters ter you, Frenchy,” he cried. cursable, because| Whose face scattered lather in his| Servian!" he shrieked, “that Austrian edly rejoiced by the double cor oin’t he tho ‘or little b Chae fag a feller yer own size—see. ; too gigantic, hor-| flight. Ivor gave a cry of delight. | fool!” 1d inclined to place wagers while the struggle between| The Frenchman stopped in his m: ror of the war.| He would compassionate the Servian;| “li'l call you @ Servian, too.” The| cording to their sentimental pr; had grown more| tial tango, and glared, not at tlio Dow with it? ‘To| he would show every one that he was| Sailor squared off and shut his fists | ence: ger it had grown asllent and| steaming little Hungarian who stood 1 every 01 belligerently. “Hi'm Hinglish, Hi am,| “Say, Baldy oughter get into this,| vindictive. ‘The peace parleys of before him, bis face still majenta the.lowest depths| not for war, He had drunk three|an’ we're fightin’ the whole bally bunch | He's one of them Belgian hares, he Ivor had sadly ended in heinish fury,| from his last encounter, but straight with it! Had the| bottles of red Hungarian wine und|o' ‘eathen, we are. ‘Ere, put up the and Nichi had reverted to the type| at the Jerseyed form of the East Side all over.the world so little|he was whole-heartedly for peace. ‘ardware an’ show yer duke: also. The crowd in their interest in| tough. h . ‘With a quick wrench he caught the cried his companion, de-| the big men had forgotten the ban-| “Of what you meex! they couldn't combine and Pecoidener st tld paca at the barber] papers wrist and sent the. razor| lighted, “Lead. him to it tam Bate battle the smaller Are| with dangerous softness the atrocity whereby, | with outstre arms. spinning to the pavement, He danced | ‘They departed on the run, and pres-| brands that were bent on consuming | know you. ke, Civiligation turned upon| "Nichi, my brother mani” he ex-|for & moment on the balis of his feet | ently returned, dragging between | exth ether, ‘The throne now woe te I ain't in this, sting Civilization to death?| Claimed, regardiess of the ominoua| like @ prive Mehter, and finally landed | them # lttle, square man who atrug-|to the fact that the two, clutched in |!aughed uneasily. “We ain't Seren Let wicoted reigevare mane. low with the flat of his hand on | gied in thelr grip. a furious effort to choke each other | no war in the States—see? We' ; : fury bad become so uncon- Aho men of my country are fool, the awarthy cheek of the son of Ber: “What alr) you doodling!" he re-}to death, had fallen down a ter referee the scrap—see? T Infallible People. y should they kill thee, my brot! me be iterate: shting off his captors, w! way and lay silent and pui Frenchy, and Around the corner e@ an inno- tr because one of thy race avenged «| At sight of Nichi’s defeat he straight- | were in hyaterion of laughter. “What| |v'x hideous contortion, Guinea.” cent Itallan with a handgorgan. H Je CORBIN, author and ‘pls SRT gr TERNS TERIOR SION ys ened and, with a growl, threw bim- : i doe i ” 2 wright, said recently that be had ee Look upon me! T refuse to) Sed and, with owl, tnrew him: Me Yordora! I palance my pooks, that'll do," the kidnapper of| “Qr-r-r-r,” rumbled beheld the crowd, but cduld not see! y cla! - at or guess its turbulent centre, It resigned the post of literary die barber shook bis fist at bis dis-| Pulled it from under him. | The sailor 2c Ini get int" the crowd yelled, | oot eee oe eee. tore. the | cee eee 1 cen youbut you get | io xed good to him. He swung the| rector of the New Theatre because he sppearing client, ner! the | freerand aimont fell lato the embrnos [ce fo {t.ctne Dutch Ie the enters: erstwhile friends apart, and held cansille, who heat tg en's ivan | Burdy-gurdy in fromt of him, and! disiiked the suffrior air that’ eudh @ cal me a king er!” the |Get in there and help the English!” “Die Wacht am little man yelled. “He suid 1 basely | Of Karl Krummacher as that wortby|" “tne captive was catapulted into| Mem securely. |. | | Godmorof, las Played Pallcamen Kelly, Cogan ana|Mices carry with them. slow Giuleen Drage and the King! 1|came out of the door of the building | eno midat of the fighting pairs, with| pitched voice interru; ted the’ peace |on Backteft for the Hester strost gun] et whe unscrambied the:map| “You decline play after play," Be on! rvians! oumanian bi y Germany to th . ~ah, ee 7 i only Berviana!, Let a Houmanian but! tomnote the tone of s pawnabop vio- | uetee thud and Geruany Wanted | “Ou etes yous” Charles, what hein, you hurt my: Russian fr by paar, eee mor guid Kelly t| You pretend to be infallible, and the cut his head off with It!” Nichi was| lin. on top. Germany was nob deterred| happen? They bat kidn P heir? "I show you an entante cor. hee: B te ive, in why, when we gor | Pose Of your infallibility is am ugly hopping with wratb and brandishing} “Ach Himmel!” he cried, bis face|by any of the rules of civilized war. r, Charles Buzgaise.” A “airy lt- | dialle.” | He lifted a foot as agile as) Pawar Cine was th ;| and unpopular one, bis weapon. turning purple with anger. "I call{fare, Big Karl was too blind with) tle man, with bristling hair and mus-|& ballert and inflicted a swat on ° “Nobody, you know, wants to be ‘The pacificator teetered before him,| der police! I ou, der| blood and fury, # ck at the | tache, pushed through the outer ring/the youth's ribs that sent him gasp-| |e %coved'at Coran gullllly, like Blynn’s wife, weving soothing hands, place for fi You got| prostrate sailor ani d to grind| of bystanders, He beheld his partner | in Ha, the Savatte, ha! Zat is| «ie waur sure, beat. up, "Phat wife of yours,’ sald A INo war, no war!” he insisted. “Let| your. cons! to fem, you dago|him with his huge knee. | The little and friend in a fine mill with a tali|betier than what you call 20 meal Cogan, looking under his lids at Han. | of Biynn’s sympathetically, ‘ us band together, comrade; let us re-| cowarts!" A fe said it he shoved| Belgian sat up, staring and rubbing| and powerful Teuton, wh lad in| ticke' blacque Jacque.” Another | pigan. Hannigan nodded. “Not se-| mits having made a stata sist the demon war. I bave read all| the sailor to one side with a band| his head, then with @ bellow all out| sailor Soe breathing the anathe-| ‘round de Jembe’ and a gracefully rious, though, but a bit beat up.” vr about it In a pamphlet @ man gave/ like a bunch of bananas. of pro) nm with his size, hereached|mas of aot head id Bow astree! ing foot descended and knocked at was a shame of a poke on his me in the » Dari It was the Englishman's turn tol|out two gubh and po wereul ‘arma,|capered on the outside, begging the|the anti-Russian gun planter to the| eye, oud Kelly. By the wa: rane ont casionally all Nichi on him, for the first) resent the slur of another national- corde pense repairer the | little man nto sive ever’ and let him pavement. oe, I'm ‘mistaken, i ane, made one mistake when time of bis ce. ity being attributed to him. page aim “his charnce” to lick the By - murmur of somibisof igablection) Cigter ut she won't *¥ou ikfurter!” he} with caneeatration | of fury that ago” wee ind approval arose trom ira a ot ne yaled. otc Pranhfurert” nol iin cunecaiati ead bom toa Ms Thee was a peneral Teneral wailing “of ane