The evening world. Newspaper, September 9, 1914, Page 16

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AGGOME A PERFECTLY B, NATURAL ATTITUDE - Seine AND 400K ’ THUMBS *y HEN _YOU_ BUTTONED UP WIFIES DRESS Without Drawing a Stinging Rebuke! “FLOOEY AND AXEL TANK YOU BANE GET MY LIFE INSURANCE !!! ‘‘When We Get Him—” | tening party—he christen Jethro’s little son, Jeth jr. “Jethrg,” said the minister solemnly, taking his host aside before the cere. “NORMAN” ON THE WAY—A NEW ARROW COLLAR of Ort zempented the maid, without Conenene 1914, by The Prew Publishing Oo. The New York Evening World.) By Robert Minor HE minister came to Jethro'a house one afternoon to a chris- was to pickles, cake"—— ‘No, said the minister with a smi my friend, I mean spir | pared.” “Well, I guess yes! Two ,| demiJohns of whiskey and three cases of beer!" Jethro cried in triumph — f "| Phil ia Si mony, ‘‘Jethro, are you prepared for |! iadelpnia Star, Be eas Different Definitions. RESIDENT WILSON likes nov- P els of an idealistic rather than & realistic trend, At & reception In Washington a lady mentioned a realist who had just produced a shockingly depress- ing and unpleasant book, “How would you define a realist?” some one asked, and tho lady sald: “A realist is a writer who is dis- gurted with the world.’ “Oh, no; not at all,” smiled the President. “A reulist is with whom the world is disgusted,”"—New York Tribune. —— * Ready to Swat. NE afternoon a hobo meekly knocked at the back door of ®& prosperous looking home, and when the maid appeared he told her that he was dying of hunger. “I am wilting to give you something any hysterical symptoms, must earn it. Are you w a little light work?” es, ma‘am,” replied the hobo, vearily sinking down on a bench, nything to get bread.” “That roo aid the maid, point- ing to the kitchen, “ks full of flies, Do you think you can kill them?" “Yes, ma'am,” replied the hobo, re- ture, and she's ruined my best f1 Yes, my best friend has sp million on taining his comfortable position on! — the bench. "Just let them come out he one by one."—Philadelphia Tel- egraph, —— Strange. RAIG BIDDLE, tall, bronzed and athletic, was dining In Monte Carlo, after the Nice tennis tournament. “Do you see that girl?’ an Englieh- man said to Mr. Biddle, and he nodded toward a beautiful girl in a white gown, quite without sleeves, that seemed to be Ny falling mE | CASTORIA wi HARWo00 = ANEW RED-MAN COLLAR Rfordhets, TROY'S BEST PRODUCT THE MARRYING OF MARY — By Thornten Fisher— | J copyright, 1914, Presa Pibitahing Co. (N. ¥. Rreatag World) t.. ‘4 3 20 fa S oust’ Up Na Po SS == ih AT eM, In Vi ‘ pnt 0 Alley, t st MM w1y, hy wht | Aiswen-+ \,

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