The evening world. Newspaper, September 25, 1914, Page 20

Home and Comic Page of THE EVENING WORLD, Copyright € “FLOOEY and AXEL =“ Just Like a Bullet to Axel! ry we we Now GET THe Ite axer! You'Re scovTING For “THE ENEMY — “hey SEE You AN’ FIRE A SHOT =~ AnD YOU FALL DOWN Like You GdT HIT, see? DID YOU EVER— Copyright, 1914, by The Prom Fublishing Co, (The New York Krealng World), A"BER-SIDE LOT To uP A BUNGALO— Mollie of the Movies By Alma Woodward : Copyright, 1914, by The Mem Poblishing Co, (The New York rening Workt), The Dutch Disaster. FEEL like the last gap of a bean what's just, struck Boston. If I was deliber- ately vicious and done moan things on purpose, or| 8 I was euffering from inflated dome got sassy to the director and got for it, 1 woultin't say a word every dinged catastrophe what's alipped,me here lately has been cussed bad luck, and me a per- ly innocent party in It And all the timo there's them in company that has sat at table th nothing but sword swallowers their life and has the hardest trying to remember that there's table implements what don't distingue in their face, and yet ning ever happens to them except y. cause of my present grief is | Well, you'll know abou that IT waa docked $1.76 this morning for delaying the wheels of p for thirty minutes while we wi ing “The Little Neutral Girl,’ three reels, The Little Neutral Girl ie Miss J. 8. A. of course, and she visits all the European countries and gets Proposed to tn every langwidge she don't under 4, and fin ishes her travele by saluth erty, down the Bay, just ib can Heutenant slips his arm around er waist and the orchestra plays ‘he Star Spangled Banner. we done Engtan Spain, Belgium and Hol- land. Here I was, just the cutest little Dutch thing you ever lamped, with two yellow worsted braids and a pair of them wooden shoes, and I IT was taking a last ed Mt off and put on You ever seen, that when I cu that aside from a single hook nd its brother eye there wasn't much our shane except your 1 Of course I was just dying to get into that thing. T knew I was going to make the hit of my life—because I'm one of them that don't have to ba afraid of being frank about thetr form. It's all there and it's got the pupch all 1914, New IT SAYS ‘NO DOGS Atrowep” eRe yet st 1 by the Press York Evening World.) Fine! Now BE READY W FALL - THey'RE Over by The Hress Mublighing Us, HE gore"—Mrs. Clara Mud- (The Now York Mvening World), ridge-Smith was saying just as Mr, Jarr came in the I front room, “Oh, excuse me if you going to discuss atrocities" —— began Mr. Jarr, turning on his own right wing and making preparations to hurriedly re- treat, “Well, it WAS an atrocity if the @ore was as you eaid Mrs. Jarr. Fo! ly < But she was speaking to her fair visl- tor and not her husband, “Why, it had eight gores, just as 1 tell you,” remarked Mrs. Mudridge- Smith, “which goes to show that you area fortunate woman not to ha’ dress made till you get back from the country, for if the waist line IS coming back and if skirts are to be wider, I just might ae well throw my new things away!” “Oh, you make me tired!" sald Mra. Jarr, for sometims ie got very im- patient with her lonable friend. ‘I remember, before you married old man Smith, you wet jad to have me help you make over .out-of-atyle dresses your rich aunt in Utica used to send you"—— “Ssash!" gaid Mra, Mudridge-Smith pleadingly, indicating that Mr. Jarr, an unitiated lis r, stood within hearing. . s. | “I won't shash! for you or anybody’ else,” replied Mra. Jarr decidedly, "You eed somebody to speak a little com- NOT ONLY THAT, BUT-—- Copyright. 1914, Prose Fusuwaime Ce (WT mveemg Worlds cee! THE TIDES GOING that when I go to get shoes it finally they had to end up by getting right, 4 ero 1 was getting off this Dutch Bo casing as fast ax fingers c'n fly ynd j the director walking up and down outside in the corridor yelling “Hurry, We gotta be on reel three by: And it got me all twittering nd then what do you sup- ' happens that the remark to m bred foot, y wear a cheap shoe on it! Well, from runnin, Lheat in them woo etep swelled high ¥ know T couldn’ things my In clerk don't | You got such a high: | n't never around In the] the shock of that un the cleaver from the property buteher shop and for kindling, Why, it'd hen, when I had went ual operation, wo and (lock me $1.75 for delay, As if I could he ME thas 1 ed high caste in my ‘al of a fallen arch! It's thi t GONNA FALLAAAAABABBABBAAAABAAASABABI AD AAAS > ee oy } ma September 25, 1914. By C. M. Payne’ Friday, we we Do We Doon FINE OUT THEY ITHNT ALLOWED ween Gin) ind Copyright, 1914, Prase Publishing Go. (N. Y. Evening Worll) THE MARRYING. OF MARY THAT QuaRTee OF MOURN, WILL VAP 1, BUT ID RUTHER TAKE @ UCKIN! By Thornton Fisher We Can Imagine Just How CHEAP Pa Mast Have Felt! [fucantToN ¢iswes--} BUT—HE CHANGED HIS MIND . ‘“‘Waists Are Going Up,’’ but This Is Not a “Higher Cost’? Movement ee KK KCK MCME Mee K Kee Ke KCK eee mon sense to you once in a while! Now, go on with what you were say- about the new styles.” ‘Well, I told you I saw a skirt with eight gores, and black is much in Vogue for fall wear, and the waist rn cones back,” said her visitor p! ‘here has it been?” Jarr, now chippi tion again in asked Mr. into the conver hope Lage Jarr t D goog them onto a new both ladies ignored the the myateries. Smith tells me will be after the war, at least, an guided by Parts again. But I wouldn’ be surprised if it went up under arms, almost—you know thi line was down almost to last year.” “It keeps a man busy trying to find the place to put his arm, doesn’t it? Mr. Jarr. “Just as soon as a gots used to one location they it on him,” “You mind your business Mrs, Jarr turning on him. “I never When you want und he won't man shift ‘Well, if the wide skirts are coming i man is useful when you javen't a dress form to drape the skirt you are fixing over,” remarked Mrs. Mudridge-Smith. “Poor, dear papa, when he was alive, how he did dread to atand up and have a@ skirt | i} | | bar-} replied | M HOW YOU FELT— 1914 Prove*Pubiishtnn Co. 0% ¥. Breniag World.) tor with wide opened sye “Well, of the catty remarks I ever heard!” she exclaimed. “Catty remarks, how catty remark T didn’t mean to say anything catty, I am sure! crled Mrs, Mudridge- Smith in alarm. Your hidden meaning deep, Clara Mudridge-Smith!"" Mrs. Jarr impressively, “But I can fathom your remarks. You spoke to me about draping skirts on your father to imply (hep you were now married to a man 0 could let you run a counts with the highest priced mo- distes and so you didn't hi to drape skirts on hin hile I was atill ord and had to drape skirts on my hus- jarr’s indignation IF L HAD My WAY 1'0 ALLOW THE KIDS TO PLAY BALL very nald band, and, and’ And h onspon't exelt If on my a “Don't excite yoursel count,” said Mr. Jarr, coming forward “poor I may be, but I'll buy you all the dresses 1 can afford, and never will I pose as a dressmaker’s dummy to have skirts draped on me!” "You're just nervous dear!" said rs, Mudridge-Smith soothingly, and ignoring Mr. Jarr again, “You're just back from your vacation and you are all fagged out. Come, I'll take you down town!" And the ladies went. It is true that Mrs. Mudridge-Smith's electric brougham is being repaired, but that lady handed the street car conducter 16 cents and said “three,” when only Mrs. Jarr was with her, So it said they went down to the district regardless of expense, The Day’s Good Stories Wouldn’t Stand It. “The occasion was the annual Brofiert BOY, who had been well worked eace pipe meeting of the ve Lodge of the Heart-and-Heart and badly pald for two years Frzeteraity, ‘We were met to wel succeeded in getting a better! «Never mind. Who wae the Ie Job. His last day with the old firm] ant baa: he was sent ouf with a load of val- Pe of the entertainment uable china. He returned {n an hour| °°mm! . or so, and the china, instead of hav- nen ais he bicy eee ing been delivered, in the bottom! .4) p, Bam evo! ‘Untver- of the hand cart, smashed to smith- “What did he nit htm ” “Wihat does this mean?” roared the)». The loving oup.”—Cleveland Pilate proprietor. Dealer, The boy, as he stepped out of the shafts, answered calmly: “It means, boss, that you've worked | me like a horee and treated me like a horse for two years now. So this morning I shied at a steam roller, ran | away and had a smash-up.” 80 say- ling, the boy turned and set off, bilthely whistling, for his new and better Job,-Pearson’s Weekly. iy peas hoot BN Only a Peace Meeting. RIOT call had been sent in, and the police had arrested the whole lodge meeting, At the hearing, however, there appeared to | be a strange reluctance about testify- | Ing. The judge noticed that, although | everybody would admit that there had been trouble, nobedy would tell what | started it. So it was that His Honor pinned one conscientious man—the Honorable Worthy Inner Custodian it wase-down to facts,