The evening world. Newspaper, October 3, 1914, Page 10

ae ey , October 3; 1914_ i ad By e M. a wo a Come on! MONEY OR Your SMATTER For Tats THa Stuer ! NOW LISTEN FoR MY NE SIGNAL To STOP WH DAS ENGINE BA STOPPED FOLKS comin "TO. a PARRY" HEY? an’ HERES A WAL, THE PARTY THAT OMES WERE TONIGHT Aint GONNG “y GOIN’ v' BE A SHOWER,HEY? GIT CAUGHT IN, NO SHOWER WITH | THE MARRYING @n’ (™ T Bear IT AWAY MY UMBRELLAS win’ AROUND AND ME, FRom TH’ Racial OF MARY -PORTY TONIGHT, an’ GOIN’ T° Be A SHOWER’ aN’ | WANT Nou 1’ KEEP By Thornton Fisher —s What Little Information ‘\ ' Pa Received He [ Acted On! ae PIABAABSAAABIABASIISPSISLIARISI AIDS Mr. Jarr Is Filled With Free Lunch “Talk” but Not With ‘“‘Free Lunch’” PAIABAABAAABIIBBBISSABABBIIAASABAD IS 5 3 conviction that it could be combined with some excitement. He eyed the bein Sgt desireful eyes. Jacob reached for hig worn old cage, ey and tirned if icke; BS Novelettes of the " New York Streets E aot sf H ? 8 _ The.Goose Market—Yom Kippur. » By Ethel Watt ; Mumtord Curae, 14, ty Ge Paw Petites Ca bite Iw Yak Dae Cue tr Ht Bool} ithe ft ti i é SEE fis e ° * 2 = e i i Leight ast ro sit i Hl i i if : i Ti t gE i 4 t i i { i fil Hk if o i ry rf ij { | d i nth i | is é ms Is Hy dtl ieee i Hf Hen “ he ii i f tH i i at if ri Hi oo feed in der dot hen, Maybe these account book angela —¥ being kind to chickens already ‘The face brightened. He dived E into tition from the receiving returned awe YY ¥ ie 0 | moment. on’ | tated by thre recording angels !8 mire at's to pre Me Per- goot poy for ten makin’ a heli life they fix it Tose and hobbled to a warm- lace in the sun. Mickey followed leaned confidingly against rt In silence tifey » a » The equawking and honking was subdued to @ murmur conti: like the busing of bees. A little White leghorn pullet escaped from its prison old men ‘jooued at th Pont a’ fi } tegg and amiled. is stealing ter, The he said, “you find some ta my office. you « hai and gif it to they make it you a goot mark 1@ little office divided by a par- ed, and fistful of cracked The escaped leghorn pecked and watched old Jacob's bent figure as he teetered over cobbles in the direction of Meyers's market. Once the old man looked back and smiled. Mickey eyed the activities of the lit- tle white hen. She did, indeed, seem very pleased ne No forebodin, er surround! of @ broiled te-mor- sy) row marred er enjoyment of the Mickey went to the feed sack and returned with another supply for her delectation. The chickens in the crates beside him eyed him with hungry ¢ ‘The bins along the aides of their coops had long ago been emptied. Whether the impulse that mastered Mickey was one dic- fos. thy ‘jist as than doubtful, but Mickey acted with decision and despatch, and thoroug! ly believed for the moment that he was making reparation for the toi menting of so many helpless fow! He would them all out, he d cided for one more good feed and one more good run. For a little they should be as happy as the white leg. tt, ly MEM ‘est mum,” said Ger- trude, the Jarrs’ running domestic, 100k» from the grocer’s I seen Blotch woman e going to stay to “ghe is not,” eald Mrs. Jarr. “She hows you how the jellies are , proves the bifft. ine—with @ pocket micro- scope she alwaye carries—and talks of food adulteration and how what we eat has been robbed of its protein and so on, I'm old fashioned enough to want my guests to praise the food on the table, even if it did come from a delicatessen store. “If that old frump ts coming to call I'm going to beat it!” remarked Mr, Jarr. “Supper or no supper, I'll go out!” “You'N stay right where you are,” remarked Mrs. Jarr. “Children, put up your paper dolls and leave the room,” “But I waen’t going to say any- thing they shouldn't hear!” Mr. Jarr protested. “No, but Mra. Blotch will. She is for child reform, and thinks children should be instructed in the detri- mental effects of crime from the standpoint of civics and sanitation,” horn. They were. In fluttering bordes they thronged the gutter, rushed and squawked and rushed again, and turned to peck the largest of old Mickey deed lots more fun to be kind—t! was distinctly “great” But his joy was short-lived. Max Lemberger ap- peared in the front of his shop, He| ve one lool began to scream | dd gesticulate, in a moment the, ‘ket poured forth its watchers. hat are you doing?” yelled Max. looked radiant. PUNKIN BECAUSE gels and get me Yom Kippur ea- lope, Jakey told me about it.” "Jacob will tell you some more, you and he called Mickey any | nameés. it is to be hoped the busy. angels did not set down. ye boy looked up frightened. cut yy TY THE INE Wo Gel oO ave SAMMY’S SLATE A MADEA STERDAY com PANY WAS Coming “I'm goin’ to fix things wid them AND SHE wanyeD T FOR >OPPER By this time Mrs. Josephine Bless- ington Blotch, the eminent social re- former and militant suff) eo, was after she had greeted Mrs, Jarr with a masculine your husband strange about it? Why shouldn't I be at home, especially as it’s near one’ = Mr. Jarr paused, on the point of saying “supper,” but the visitor interrupted him by remarking “Baloon?" “What do you mean ‘saloon?’” asked Mr. Jarr. “Weren't you going to say you could generally be found home be- cause it was near a saloon?” re- torted Mrs, Blessington Blotch, who was a large, granite-faced woman. ‘Then she turned her countenance and remarks to Mrs, Jarr, and ignored Mr. Jarr from that on, “Pardon me if 1 am frank with all men, no matter where I meet them— in the home (which is but seldom), on the street, on the platform, espe- cially now that I am attacking the free lunch evil. Why ts it thar the words ‘free lunch’ have struck such terror to the hearts of our sex? | What ts free lunch? Women think it a mystery that lurks with all the other serpents of the dram shop. to spring, atrike and slay the Home!” Mrs, Blotch howled the word “Home!” And then, letting the echo of her voice die, continued: “What are the merits of free lunch? What are its attractions? “Listen, and I will’ tell you. Our crackers, cheese, pickled tripe, beets, smoked herrings and dill pickles. La@, the militant wife and mother spread these out at all times upon & nd when the recreant husbang @ desire to go out for free him eat the free lunch pros vided for him at home. MAKE bisa eat it! G: juice, lemonade oF root beer may be served him If he pays for it, But the lunch MUST be free, Contributions to print literature to carry on the anti-free lunch propas ganda Will be acknowledged. Thank you, I will stay to dinner.” But Mr. Jart had slipped out of the house. “Keep away from that free lunch!* growled Gus, when Mr. Jarr ape proached the viands exposed in the popular cafe on the corner. “It' supper time and decent mens shi be home gitting something fit te eat. Free lunch at supper time is fow bums!” The Mobilized M oth-Millers Sing a song of moth-balle, Scattered in a chest. Four-and-twenty millers Filled with hungry zest. When the chest was opened The millers all flew out. "Twas Pa who'd done the packing. | "Twas Ma who broke the news: “The mothe have eaten everything Except a pair of shoes!” Hy erf $3 busily, jerking ber fan tail with ex- itement. " . MIS TAKE \r “Mo you see,” said Jacob, “how much | waving his cane and crying aioud: | T ITO Six p 7 ‘ Detter it tes to be showing kindness. | Mickey turned pale, the last handful ne ¢ AND S t you feel better und better in|of grain dripped unnoticed between | , PP NW TAL Ver Wer inaide?’ fingers. Then he turned and fled | = “ fast as this thin legs would carry ~ rhb ont . Down alley, bhi the red rough arch he dash lost himself in the stream of cars and wagons pro- ceeding along t! harfs. | Jacob looked @ cackling mass | elplessly. $ ‘ Minerva Phalanx has raided dram shops anf has seized upon free lunch aad has had tt analyzed, What do we find? Mr. Jarr began to murmur that they found cheese and smoked herrings sw generdily. But Mre. Biotch paid no heed to bis husky murmura. “We found,” = ee f | Mrs, Blotch continued, “that free lunch th 7 ppenst" " was lacking in protein; we found the he Seaulied of Bie gathered vivels | thing ; receptacles containing {t unsanitary, PD 66 : 2 E i ii tsrrewep i } He ist fii SE : 5 j : iff f A E £ Bradford's ruRtrYinG Pills “Vor to make dot Mickey @ showing and, at its best, what was it but for Jom, pear s Laraheray i I ask you, what ts ite . “He + you tol ‘e1 “Aah, Gott!” Jacob wailed. 3. Wy ACCHBATRIT 1t the goot intentions, dot iss ta me for showin’ der awe tt To vat got now te oe