The evening world. Newspaper, December 29, 1915, Page 14

t. 1818, by The Prom Putitebtng Oo, Cort. ite Yok itning Words = DAD SAYS HE NEVER REPLIZEO How MANY FAVLTS WE HAD UNTIL MA GAVE WIM A LIS > OF THE TWINGE S SHE WANTS AIA TO SWEAR orp FoR New yeans/ [soca Stories{ Strained Relations. UNG BILKINS is an enthusi- VANT. eT TRAX ANY SWEDISH Aatio devotes of amateur pho- tography. He alwaye insists ‘pon “taking” his family and friend posed tm more or less artistic att!- tudes. Not long ago there was an exhibition of the work of a local pho- tographic club to which the young fellow belongs, and where were dis- ed the resulta of certain of bia efforts to immortalize his family and friends. In one corner hung a group of figures twisted into the most ex- traordinary positions, the general ef- fect being that of persons in various stages of paralysis. “Who in the world are those queer looking peo- ple?” asked some one. “Oh, those aro gome of Bilkins's strained relations,” said a hyetander.—Rochester Times, ———— His Thoughts. MERITED rebuke ta not always A 4 retort courteous. The rebuke that was administered to a party of intruding tourtete by the old watchman who was guarding the ruins of Collego Hall at Wellesley not long after the great fre conveyed a keen but subtie reproach, "You've | fot to Keep out,” he ordered gruffly, | PS when he detected them trying to slip under the ro that surround tho orumbling walls. ‘The inquisitive visi- tors paused and eyed fret the ragged walls and then the determined | dian, “Seo here,” a callow youth ao- oosted him, “we're willing to risk it, 4 will take all the responsibility. at do you care if we lose our| lives?” “You've got to keep out, I ‘t thinkin’ of your lives; I'm Giinkin’ of me ‘Job."—Youth's ‘Com: ———e Wanted His Hair Cut. ey WANT my hair out and no 1 talk,” said a 16-stone man, with aproe. “Wo talk, { tefl youl shouted the man, “Just plain hair cut, read all the papers, and don't want any news. Start right away Bow.” The man tn the apron obeyed. ‘When be had finished, the man who knew everything rose from the chair’ end surveyed himself in the glass. “Great Soott!” he exclaimed. “Tt'n weally true, then? You barbers can't! @o your work properly unless you tom.” “I don't know,” said the man in the! apron, quietly, “You must ask the) barber; he'll be in presently. I'm “| @lasier from next door." KIDSBURG “S’MATTER, POP?” z g &% ¢ SWEDISH OFFICIAL OVER THERE. UNDERSTAND ME. WITH SIGN TALK. VM GONNA INTRODUCE. Him "To "WEN" AN’ MAYGE HE CAN BE OF ' SOME. VALUE O THE PEACE-PARTY, od ws we [Nowne| q DWE 1H Prime Petliching Co OF 1 Brentng Warne) Bur E! Liv’ WHILE A TEACHER OR SOME ONE “Too COWARDLY 7, FACE ME =WouLD, GIVE ME A”“SLUR® NEXT TO THE COURT-HOUSE THE [RICE OF GAS 18 THE HIGHEST THING IN K.DSBURG Ves SIR, GAS IS AWFUL WH, BUT IT ISN'T OUR FAULT. The SuPPLY OF CRUDE POTATOES AND MEAT] THs WHAT \T_ Is! NGS IS, \ 0 ence on TMNCOUNT, (Ts ROBBERY. F Te WAR THAT WE INE. TS CHARGE MORE. \TS_A OUTRME, w By “Dwig” WANTS You Gonna HAVE: | GWaAn 2 tite \ i ws oe . YSEE,MR.FORD- We OUGHTA IGET SOME SWEDISH QFFICIALS. INTERESTED IN YOUR. PEACE IDEA , AN’ SO T BR@UGHT THIS ONE TO YA MAYBE HE CAN BE. THE EVENING WORLD, Wednesday: D Home and Comic Page of we we OF Some VALUE! Ceacious. THaT Nose upstairs HAS SUBSIDED FoR. FEW MINUTES, ANN WEN. OBER a re, any LACT WEEK WROTE ON TH’ THE LEAST COMMON MULTIPLE “— WELL T LookeD FROM CELLAR To GARRET * MULTY “AN x KNOW (TIF © SAW IT | Breaking It Gently. T happened aboard a@ diner on an Eastern road and the hero of the sketef was a waiter, a coal-black, exceedingly polite person, whose man- ner alone was proof suificient that he lived to make Life brighter and fairer for his patrons, “Welter,” said a lone traveller, as he sat himself down at one of the little tables, “bring me grapefruit, hot toast, coffee and two poached eggs.” “Kunnel,” said the waiter, bending forward confidentially and speaking under his breath, “#cuse me, suh, but effen if I wuz you I'a tek somethin’ else this mawnin' for breakfast. I'm feared I can't rekermend the aigs.” “What's wrong with them—aren’t they fresh, or what?” asked the white man. “Welt,” sald the darky, “they mout be fresh, #o fur as I knows. But to tell you the truth, sub, We ain't got no aiga to-day."—Saturday Evening Post. —— The Anti-Tipper. 'D* WILLIAM LYND #TEVEN- SON, President of the Anti- | Tipping League of Idaho, sald | at @ league banquet in Boise: “I visited New York last month, 1 put up at a fine hotel there—$4 a day, in fact, for room and bath. But what service! “I went into the hotel restaurant} ; f They Aren’t Careful! Courrigte, 1915, Press Pubilsbine Co (N. T. Bvening World ae (ij Seog the evening of my arrival, to order dinner, I ordered a simple enough dinner, according, at least, to our Idabo standards—a dinner of clams. 0014 consomme, grilled brook trout, filet of beef with mushrooms, chicken @ la broche, and so on—yes, a simple enough Idaho dinner; but, by jinks, VPSTARS* WHILE F AN' LAST NIGHT IN BIG | Sa aad AND - 1D — TH GREATEST Common DIVIGOR" ‘ATS WOT ITSAND! FREODY'S BIRTHDAY GOAT DISAPPEARED—SEE IF YOU CAN HELP HIM RECOVER IT, CHAPTER XXII. IE cowboy made short work of the bear and the wildcat, After they had been disposed of he tsked the boys: “What are you doing here?” “We are tooking for Preddle’s goat. It was stolen.” “Look over there,* sald the cowboy. They did. At first they thought it was the missing goat, but ft turned out to be an—— To solve this Great Dot Mystery Join the dots with a pencil line as each chapter Is printed. Begin with Dot No. 1 and take them In numertoal order, Then out out each ploture, and when the last chapter ie printed you will have a thrilling mystery story complete to be pasted In your sorapbook. Chapter XXIII, will be printed next Fri: they kept me watting in the heat and nolse and smells an unconscionable time, Unconsctonable! 64, ein’ said the man, ‘Ob, yes, oir.’ “"Then,' said I, ‘give me a good big tip, I've been waiting close on to three hours.'"—Philadelphia Publio/ Ledgor, et HEW- THAT WAS SOME BomBaromMENT iT LASTED - MeNRE WE CAN SQUEEZE ING \TTLE MUSIC Now JETWEEN BaTmiEs) cember 29,1915 wt By C. M. Payne ' Gye OUT THAT NOISE DOWN Wy OT 50 X SAYS “To MYSELE- BOTH OF THEM THINGS ARE LoST NOW AN’ TLL .BE ACCUSED OF STEALIN 'em-So X Quit! s YDID RIGAT DAKE ~Y'DID RIGHT!