The evening world. Newspaper, September 14, 1914, Page 14

September 14. 1914: Axel Would Make a Fine Cavalry Officer, Pop’s Little Feller Didn’t Like Being Made a Monkey of Until He Knew It! orld, ; All bat the Cavalry and the Officer. SMATTER FCP?’ og “ e uw rr uw we w we Rf THe Smarty Boy WAS MISTAIWEN. AN ORANGATANG OP WHAT] LIS_A MONKEY 5 mH A | WANG: ee TANG ? J ITH GONNA FInD DONT BE A Simp aver! YA CAN'T RIDE HIM IN A WAR FM WHY THE Dooce Don’ T ANE Svow UP WITH THE HORSE 2 Gee, HES BEEN GONE OVER. Twenty minutest! MOUNT FOR “THIS CAVALRY SCENE AXEL. DON'T PICK OUT ONE OF “THOSE Cow-PONIES BECAUSE ‘THEY AINT SAFE. FOR YOU To RIDE - Now HuRAY! AINT HE SAFE To RIDE 7??7 -FLOOEY and AXEL - By Vic GUESS AY KNOW vot ay want! GIMME. DAS He’s Safe—Bat, Would He Be Fast Enough For Cavalry Duty? AND WHAT BID YOu MUST YOU BE GOING, AR + IF IT AINT .A-GONN® BE oy MR:LOUDERP YOU VEE” Taedae FAI og 2 ' THE MARRYING THEYRE Z N OF MARY By Thornton Fisher Pa Got Out of Sight—and Stayed There Quite a Spell. MOURNING FORBIDDEN @ (2nGitha) © a enn eee ~ Hickville Doings From Our Hickvi le Correspendent Hazen Conkjin afer, WOO aways Wok back. Where me rell Vown. —““"Bin' :0Fioridy eald Bil HH ‘werets EB. GARMAN Is private ee Ser tae oonestiy secretary to Hepresentative gayi’) aig! eas. toaut Rucker and a Democratic mem- moth -o" Charieaton’ a tatters ng in @ waggin an’ offered me Couldn't seem to see way @ walk ef I aidn't have to as’ . Wei, Fees, ‘yale dozen each, which he figgers will * es bail : last unt! ae ‘ He an te can V ber of the Legislature from Denver. IN’S. |suarantee thi ‘em to up to Hi ewspaper man, but SAPPENIN’S AND DOIN’S. i es . oun oe igh 2 Pp lo was once a newspap Got discouraged early in his career, way r 1 RE eors pretty insistent, til them iiey ey ie xene cae our — says the Baltimore News, ‘Southerners when they on ate to be ws Ezra Hicks jr., who's learnin’ to “I worried along as @ reporter for hospital fo 1 nad to climb ta & wook,” says Mr. Garman, “I didn't ‘prype Ge.” got anything very startling Into the December, Solute a ly paper, it's babes bild at end of the tret week | tavught my fortune was made. ne of z| Hoyt’s Hospitality. | T was the habit of Charles H. Hoyt, the dramatist, to invite almost run his pa's new auttymobeel, had a small accident to happen idday. EDITOR'S NOTE: Our carreepen: VOTE: correspon. dent haw the most remarkably devel. Alexander the Greats. oped “news sense” we ply he f. f don't ailus reverse. The more| We learn from other sources that Mike say the more they talk, but the of Esra gr.'s front they talk the Idee they say. ke who are allue compiainin’ ‘em ain't often the ith hii i epell— Tile Everybodys tor friends told me of the intended elope- ment of a giri of @ promineit family. She was going to marry a man mu below her in social posiuee,. It en everybody be met to come up and an event that would set the town! spend a few weeks with him at his by the ears, and | told my city edl- tor | had @ sensation to spring un a| “Ummer home in New Hampshire, set date. After the date bad pasned| “Come up and stay a couple of he asked me about it. Weekes with me,” he would say, when “Ob, Wo a off now,’ I answered./he bad talked for a few moments. De ity ‘he matter? he askea,| a4 to have you. I need company ‘What wae it about?’ We. Shane. “I told him of the projected elope.| One night Hoyt, Ben Dasher, W. Hy. ment and added: ‘But theres noth-| Currie, Frank McKee and several ing in it now. The girl'e father! other house guests of Hoyt’s were showed up with a shotgun and spoiled) sitting on the veranda of Huyt's sum- the story.’ after ihe elty editor bed Anlahed Bes ath, rere ved ang thay an commenting on my ‘news sense, Mr. Garman oald, “I decided to for-| up the path, nt Df Wife coming through a corn crib in der’s barnyard, engage and defeat in Seite «scar wt te 5 @ pigs porcine contents, turn three back Nips, awim the duck pond and demol- tah ite sory. and cough (teelf into a dead in the middle of the or- Beli was took with cramps sun-| chard, Ti pon Era fr., who mean- day about a hour/while had nonchalantly ocoupied the front seat, with his legs crossed and bid P . jarked in a peeved ing it, my engine's Island when he visited us The oh a 's relations in Noo York. He says nk: At j ke journalism for politics.” “Whi hey?" he'd of bin OU. K. aa jo are they?” asked Hoyt. “I feben the pack wot together it nie COUNTY FATRII! anda werthe dickens you Sian’. jc kennel they got to ngntin’| , Mickvillians, don't forest the Coun. The Strict Truth. Currie, “That is that old yap anh inte bit bim b: fe you talked to over at @ach other and likely y fleld and invited to visit you.” “Oh, well,” said Hoyt, “maybe they with a dash of the Wandering| are just ming in to dinner, They Jew, and, like George Washington,| Wl! take the night train back,” f , Then he looked again and saw the his veracity batting average was! hired man behind the farmer and bie 1,000. He was a Massachusetts farm| wife und wheeling a big trunk on a hand, but about once in every two| Wheelbarrow. shouted Hoyt, or throe years the Wanderlust would | upho'g 0), Gerreen” | abou hit him, he would pack up his old| ‘Ana thev stayed a month.—Cl knapsack, and disappear down the! land Leader. ate dusty road, for three, six or some- ltimes twelve montns, His last dis- |appearance had spanned eleven months to a day, It was September when he returned, picked up a cut- ter, and began to reap the corn, — | “Whar ylu bin, Bill? asked th ILL FLINT was a mute, inglori- Prize for the b'qgest hog in ous Edward Payson Weston, ‘ unty! Be sure end enter. “Tobias Tivvins, Chim, of the Bch. Bd. | There's a chenos fer 30 to win itt jounces thui he's got another! Hogs racing on Tuesday. er for districkt achvol to! Hoss racing on Wednesday. the place of Jennie Hillbush,| HICKS COUNTY FAIR ASSN.—4advt fe to marry Bud Halters next —_—_—— He says *he's got flaming red/ Rhymed \ » whic:, we opine, will set the Smiles. | of our local swains on fire. for Bert Bell tv sell some five ce. STUBBORN THING, | foung man in N. Y, uld eat with a FY, \% ' he, “All my life \f Amos Crabb, vur local sneerer, was| | have et with a nife | in the midst of an extry sncery | Roast beef, veal and mutton end PY., in Bemis Bros,’ emporium, when CORRECTING DAD. » He stopped off he don't go in his wife's hearin’, bein’ Bow she can allus go him one bet- Amos ain't felt right sence with bautel” aoneine of that sneer bottled up fe HUTTE-TUTTR: a ere was @ youn; Butte Foleg Peaks sini tn 2 pe non ee CASTORIA In Use For Over 30 Years | ESS Laie, murmured: -