The evening world. Newspaper, May 10, 1915, Page 16

Home and Comic Page of THE EVENING WORLD, Monday. May 10. 1915 \ \«°S*MATTER, POP!” a é e é — = - a e By C. M. P; Listen] Tat Money was! eT You Le To? THe wait HUM Now MONEY iM) , I Hore Tear On He EA PLAN ATION “PLave RPewPecr.y Waitress, of the wow he took « ' fant ont “ People make th the theatre Piay ie toe tng 1 for “| can't * i eve Biied hight « wout to wee “The ’ behind us war « fe kavtest and = cenit te " wa wn ai FLOOEY AND AXEL—Doubtless Flooey Took an Awful Flop in Your Estimation When He Did This! * eo stage —— -_ than this thing behind me says t TM Tenth’ You MIs FOR YOUR P eT : | = erences t g ™ f t was ® Fr 'Wihie'e got as | OWN Good AXEL. IF You CNEAN / lh ES odie AOR be Aw GtEt’, AY VANTED i a ne eee ee ee ee OUT AN Go ‘To THE GAME. You'he (ea i patient . a ane rot =.) ( To “TAKE YOU To DAS GAMES AW IT'LL bo these nights i 7 connie ING oF 5 MOU ux bac ” UN Box = ‘ nN eT “PLE Heck, eb? he aske are, OIMib A BRING ON THAT (ee HE MERE ELE dus TARE 7 \ IN VUN BOX SEAT win DAS ) Y'Good To Ge ghe says, ‘Willie's one of the beat KP ivek Awan SEE? A orkouL IN HG a Locte Buck AY Gort | “ out IN THE @ancers in our sel, to “Just then (he girl on the stage gives a nob. ‘Listen to Irene Cowl) gaye the gabby one behind You mean Jane Fenwick, ye ber gentile. | man friend, ‘Bhe's acting fino, ain't} wlky- FRESH AIRM! and th nay Mise whe says: ‘Hy the way, th Fenwick ain't real well, Makes me drink about my sister She baked geme biscuits for her husband yes Qerday and they didn't agree with im. He ot two and fopped.’ ‘Keolod | over, eb?’ be saya, ‘He sure did,’ she replies. ‘Well,’ he says, ‘didn't the aise him aga! Ha! bal’ ‘Just | amen, Harold,’ says the girl, ‘It Lomein sre oka ng Co (NY. Peening Wort) i) . ‘wasn't no laughing matter, The doc- : : : = _ for said they must 'a” been aome in- HOW JEAN GOT AHEAD No. Thirteen—-The Little Things That Count we a core, by The sing Co - a By Betty Vi Ei Dolton 10 the Seg mad, Clr Ms Ltd oa) meridian ticeens turns around and says: ‘Yer wister give the insipid poison to the wrong Telative, lady.’ Well, sir, it shut ber up like a clan and We don't get au- other peep out of her." “After tbat you had a chance to en- joy the show, I presume,” sald the wast rf man. meron. pure!” replied Lucille “But way,” she said a moment later, “what d’ye suppose could ‘a’ been in them biscuits ‘Guna f BILL BARNABY. i (a Western Tale Mnyme,) Bill Barnaby, of Purple Rock, he ‘wus a funny lad. Though lasy as @ man ould be he wusn't realy bud He hardly ever worked at all—he didn't own laim, but Bill could Re, planners, is game, Bill used to 4 place in thone days t It had i aM off one side the bar an’ while the miners drank an’ talked Bill Barnaby would play, Ho did it’ cause ne toved 6 wouldn't take no pay When Bill would play old *! . Sweet Home,” those miners, | Although she has won her employer's trust by courageous loyalty in a big situation, Jean Dennett k does not relax her efforts to be efficient in small ing it soft an’ low the teara would || snatters. For instance, she makes a point of punctu come in lots of eyes with thoughts of|] ality and reports at the office at nine every morning. Jong ago, Bill's harmony wus simply ; that feller had a heart an’ AS. ~~ a6 She is always willing to do a fittle more than she is paid todo. Her day is supposed to end at tive in the afternoon, but if the clock strikes that hour while she is busy on a letter she tinishes her occupation ot the moment before leaving. She realizes that all her time at the office belongs The telephone operator, ‘Jean's co-worker, is con- One day Jean is harilly surprised to find the pow. ty her employer and not to herself. When Mollie | stantly making use of a powder-rag anda small pocket | ‘ered, over-dressed girl at the switchboard replaced drops in for a chat one day after lunch, Jean tells | mirror, even while she sits at her desk. Jean is care- | by another girl as plainly and neatly attired as herself. hev friend politely but firmly that she doesn’t receive | ful not to imitate her, for she feels sure their em- | Meanwhile, she is planning another struggle with the callers during working hours, ployer, Mr. Denbigh, does not approve, yon, and how she collects ammunition will be told fo-morrora, tears used to start, THE EVENING WORLD'S “MOVIE " ind about a year ad we Mistrated by FERD Gr LONG, NOY STORY” COMPLETE BACH Week we we By Harry Patterson might in May he disappeared—just where be went the miners couldn't Copyright, 1918, Prese Publishing Ce (N. ¥. Evening World.) ‘ho camp t Btar sure © gone, the place got tough. there would. fight, 3 play fellers knew, had sort o* soothed the men with It out the place become a reg'lar trouble den. ‘Two yeurs went by—it got much worse. One night, In March I think, fa great big feht took place in thei Some man refused to drink, They pulled their guns an’ bullets flew, but aims were poor at best. Just at its height a man stepped tn an’ fell, shot in the breast hen that occurred the rest of ‘em | quit shootin’ right away, Nobody else was badly hurt-'twus just a bluff affray, They picked the in- jured feller up ‘The man was consctous still, an’ when they looked him tn the face they found they'd plugged poor Bul Well, say, the miners almost cried, Bill smiled an’ sa ‘IT guess I'm booked to cross the great divide. | ‘There'll soon be one chump less.- But | I ain't goin’ yet a while. Just net me on that ch I want to ‘Kentucky Home.’ I love that govd| Freddie Smith, a sporty young clerk, admits to a Freddie hates G i c The manager is away. He always figures on his The cash receipts é 1 s i ¥ s George, about his own age, because ry away. | ‘ays figures on his \, . " cash receipts next Cay are large, Freddie oviney did it an’ they held him there. chance race-track friend, a smooth crook, that he has he was promoted ran Only fate and the blotter pad. Otherwise It Is shnitar to George's. After cores RAS paeeay ek has hides in the store and at night admits the crook, They Bill played an" wing real tow. “hon: taken $75 from his employer and lost it on a “sure manager are supposed to know the combination of the | Hours: Freddie changes the pads | He turns under the ‘ Wied has 1 break open the manager's desk, leaving the blotted ucky Home" tho ss ne old way he thing.” George Payton, the cashier, has given him safe, but Freddie has learned it. ‘The crook suggests etesy Surface i the mm, agers ae Seon the aa) ie gloves toenchangas th bak Ara SOMUP ANS RSE ai i to Oe eet, GA Cece Pa Tie Deena | Li ciate PURE jeather comers with an invisible powder given to him » Wes TOON - the porter, who has been asleep in the cellar, surprises 'y rob the safe and put the blame on George, by the crook. ters, retuming both to their proper places, them. —Conlinued to-morrow, o did before, you k stood with moist ys, “That's all, ed in his chips We buried him next afternoon wp! near the Sunset mine an’ on the let called “A Day at Court” at the|Street, writes this department to, eeeeenees tlie reslar stoppin’ place,—Lippin-| Barcelona at $3,000, Another Consul| wagon dragging In a_broken-down i of the Fusillcers Fi state that he dreamed an tdea for 4 ' 4 ‘ Gries we put 8 teen emties | ft 1 med an dea X S| cott's Magazin with a job at $4,000 ia shifted on the|@Utomobilo and the husband, Almost off piece of pine, We didn't want ty] Dorothy Donnelly, through an ar. [sone Friday night, Not only that, Good Stories ——— ee eee eee nent co. a {ft. the sama. moment «_meskenger Jose the grave, To mark it wue our| “hwement with A Woods, wih|but he wrote one verse and the H ey vt 9 J ne at 9s “\boy arrived with six telegrams, and aim. ‘The pine sinh waite “BU tte | appear with Arnold Daly in “Can-|chorus Saturday morning. His ef- | f | Overheard in a Family. few more such shifts and where will/ all of them read: j re areata. CB Be dida” at four matinees at the Varn | fort, for such It must have been, fol- the Day | sleep “4 the poor fellow land? “You, Walter is passing the night bis Theatre Muy 18, and 27 lows: | 6 ¢PEDLEASE shut that doort hifting Consuls on the merit sys-| With me."—San Francisco Star, | Gossip. ol » b rig iman had a narrow es-|4 don stood upoa the porwh; the clock was “You wait, I'll get even with t that's a good Way to express it, —_-——- | Wiliam Raymond Bill wa, cape in a When inet (lie sireet there cameo lull whe sun Sor you!” t of Bilson, Pu et Vassar College last week, ealler peenay. sy His “get S| tay ald bet he wes Lonesome, ond he caked hee tf me Driver! “I never knew her to be on time,” pay aia t Beard 0? pe terrible A Costly chase. GUrAnk Daniels saw himeolt in ims] Saussd grout exciiomonte, Ct" y | any tics exis to tr thine the eng SOUTH DAKOTA Congress: pu're the biggest fool L know!" | ipisfortune (hat has befallen Bones?) » any CUSTOMER (pleasantly) — ‘ “Foseph ag oe Bree Gay, ie alee’ sail ant hatte tsecd bi tore. wae poe man tells a story of the old Mother, can't I have just @ little ! L gaid, I hear you are getting married ad hak Bett ea ealeay, copies taht halon im wid, fam coaching days, when a certain se : 8, poor f sald Rilson, to-day, Mr, Ribbs, Let me con- THE MARK oF venirs, | the se fs" SBiggone sou, Henry! and ghoved tia Peto McCoy, one of the most skilful who's been at the alde- | ‘has eloped with my wife" —Minne-| gratutate you, || Troy's Best Propuer Clara Palmer has gone to Philadel. afternoon of | alt ie lof the old stage drivers, operated a} board Oe aa cs Mr, Ribbs (the local butcher) —Well, pha | Bsns h the Woodsid Park| far the entartalor ba eee gape Lng conveyance that made a cireutt of HY at Fateh ie Gaeta OF on True Friendshi 1 dunno so much about congratula- | Johnny Weber will produce a play-| “oned at the Playhouse Friday, be- you mean It tw Deadwood, Carbonate, — Spearflsh| sjjow could you! My new table- p- tons, mum, It do be coating me a _—— - | Binning at 4.30 o'clock, me, Henn, or and Bear Gulch, Pete was famous} cloth HAT is greater than the friend-|pretty penny, I can tel! you. Mr ‘| Gertrude Hoffman is sald to have \tor his fast, furtous, daring driving.| “I don't mee anything the matter W “ th capiage Hoeman la said to bay: with won et 88 ship that extsta among men?|Ribba as is to be, what with her “ , vase BROOKLYN HUMOR. One day, tho story runs, Pete tore " The young Alamedi trousreau, you know, an’ the f b cently. Anyway, she has a new auto- 5 Don't ever speak to me again!" a man | tro Ra now, An’ urnish CASTOR IA mobile and & now. motor boat at her] A: Beckerman, who gives his aq-|into Carbonate on his usual dead) ostutn-her!"—Lite, had carefully explained that he must|ing an’ the license an’ the parson’ | Summer home at Seagate, dress as Brook’ nee Wp to the cole Sanh blake ——.——— fo to San Jose, but declared that he|fees an’ then I've to give ‘er an’ ‘er .. For Infants and Children | Leila Hughes will introduce a new tered the stage, ere, suddenly, as iste would surely be back for 7 o'clock |sister a plece of Jewelry each, and song entitled “A. Wonderful ‘Thin tlit stopped, one of the four horses! A Terrible Misfortune. |}, a ae \ IN USE FOR OVER 30 YEARS) “unies’tove” ina wnsere ey ghie foul dona, SBA a Daa Te Gd Hee TS | MUL ea ne CHINE AB halt ale Aiwoys bears | the Casino to-night, with every (Joe Miller “Kinder eudden, that, Pete," said] ¢¢™PYHEY are shifting Consuls on|as per schedule, The hours dragged |a ‘eavy woman, as you know, mum, : e pa 5 a bystander, aa Nena 1a the merit system," sald) by And his wife became saris, Fi- | thirteen stun odd, an’ T reckon she'll A CAUTIO 7 FROM THE CHESTN ¥ Nuthin’ eudden about ft," sa aman _|naily she telegraphed to six of her! <, Hue EE iinea es re of! ehiclan a Me OUS GIRL. eine h aT UT TREE. | ete. “That hose died at the top of Jerome 8. MeWade, the Du-| hisband's friends in San Jose, asking Cos! Me Pest part o! two shillings Sunday World Wants W mercies Me Murccas Whe lives on Did she merry for love the hill, ten miles back; but L wasn't luth collector, an in’ them if the missing man Was there, cleven pence a pound before I get her h d Wants Work 2 ‘est jo Hundred and Forty-atth ‘Yes, love of money,” goin’ to let him down until) I got to Shanghai at $4,600 getting sbitied te With the dawm came «@ farmes'e ‘Oma~Puscl, Monday Morning Wondera ned f]