The evening world. Newspaper, May 22, 1917, Page 16

WoukD Lite To Have THe Door ope Go To SKREP Seprrigh 1917, Prose Puntigning Ca. (M8 ¥. Rvening Wort) OLD GRINDSTONE GEORGE hy f i i t vf ib ey tif i i ot i Ei Fs — 23 z | bE aH Fy H fi if i! i rf i i} a8 i i tt knowing, Meroifully Fate tell, Trust to Providence while fight- while youre in that Uniform. HE FOOLED THE POODLE. a ul i i : | a Hi He ie By Bud Counihan A Ha i Hd et i WELL WOT 1% HIS BUT FRieEND-X DO REPUTATION IN “TEN KNOW IF HE WANTED Mood His” HANGS’ “1 Come “ Their Feed! HeD Have To Ger DOMEBODY ELSE * ! ; f if i : % Sow a= 7 Coprnight, 191%, Pres Pubitening Ce. (M. Y, Rvening Worra) Ellabelle Mae Doolittle By Bide Dudley Oe setitds sn weadue se (| ARE YOU ANYTHIN & comedy, was staged there by -| the members of the Temperance Socl- ety last night, it was 20 good everybody wanted to shake the play: JOE DEAR , WHEN YoU COME. Home, LIKE JOE? Now THERE WAS SOMETHING Catherine Dever, @ school REMEMBER "O BRIN SHE ToLD ME To GET AND Coppright, 1917, by the Pres Publishing Uo, (The New York Evening W. the leadt 16 and sh G SOME Glu . , M made tire Bohol Hoard proud, To FIX YOUR RECKER~ IT's 1p sel 1 SWEAR "VE FORGOTTEN the noted poetess of Delhi, as- one rstand you go out ie ‘d to do your battling.” ‘Silen came from Promptress Pertle. “Ladies, this meeting was WHAT \T was! tounded her home town recently by announcing in the Bazoo that she was to be married. P, Silas Petti- \ OH CYRIL, WHEN 1. GO | “To FALL APART! : OUT - REMIND ME To } A THOUGHT FOR TO-DAY. A Hannibal, Mo., wo planted a if oxen canned oyste week, ex- 4 -| peuting to raine oyat t ) GET SomE Give! S i bone, the popular tonaorial artiat, 1¢| NOt called ‘to Signe our the J , - ie e ‘e 1 Was stared, was'tha happy man, Tht, 8s Doolittle, Will the poetess FOOLISHMENT. 404 Jennie, crete fou're 100 old yar Lisi PROM THE CHESTNUT TREE Woman—What! Fifty cents for put- news wae printed in the form of an step forward and say a few orginal poem by the bride-to-be, It follows: Mrs, Boggs and Mrs. O'Brien subs sided and Miss Doolittle cleared her throat, Before she could sp however, Mrs, Julius Hupple mo that a rising vote of congratula. tions be offered her, All the ladies arose but Mrs, Mason Ginger, whose dress was caught on the back of her T bere Geddes, tg, tobe, the step, negtapl Bae ibe yg» vat man , (Pettibone, as ‘bad supected. ers ee= i tin, ton of coal in the onert ou “ au, Rie! chatr. rort. ¢ od me only 2% last time, seer? kore ing atr MT tons The annua! meeting of the Actors’ Hiram—Yes, ma’am, but coal has Rs ii Tesuey Fou lie crew! | explained: ""So Til toneyoeutane oe i yrand is scheduled for this afternoon ris Bu bo earn ta img anogrmomnent die! ting down,” " in "secur tn Sey workiing Miss Dos fh little responded in Ree Sad lan tteltone, re The paper had not been off the rent tonto bettie taaats tyme Whe, press two hours when Mrs, Elisha Q,| Pen’ ee ae ae.” tne © wee; Pertle, Promptress of the Women's! “Is that a hint or a suggestion? Betterment League, sent out a call|@#ked Mre uley Busser, | Mins fe hel for the members of the organtzation| «pardon me" she eid Tete sun ; to meet that evening to honor the t a poetess never hints Gr sug. poetess, Seventeen ladies were in| &ests.” BREAKING THE NEWS. deprecatingly. NN LAVBRPOOL, there is a man| “Did you read that Edison ts going | famous for his calmness on every|to devote his energies to American occasion, One day he strolled) protective measures in time of war?” lalsurely into the office of a friend. “Yep. What of itt” ; Hugus Hall when the gavel fell, PI a Me Bot The Indies f - » bs * y : ed with grea . vay igced pore ie eee ne OT Sonnet SHE HASNT SAID ANYTHING, igi net eare ado hoane micas ‘All were pleased, Witte,” be began. “War makes invention necessary, LIKE AS NOT SHES member of our League. Ellabelle “Why, 1 didn't know she was in| doesn't it?” ‘Y “I suppose a0." “Oh, she wasn't in town,” replied} “And necessity 1s the mother of in- the other, “1 called at your house.” | vention.” “I didn't know she was receiving | "Tub!" 4te-day,” eaid the husband, with some| “Therefore war and necessity are FORGOTTEN IT ‘Too! Mae Doolittle has announced her be- trothal to P. Silas Pettibone, The matter 1s now open for debate.” . Mra. Cutey Boggs arose and ad- ‘dressed the Chair. "Is Miss Doolittle present?” she asked, surprise. “I thought she had a head- | synonymous.” “Did I hear some one mention a ; dehe.” The carpenter is still thinking it| present?” the poetess, stepping “Bhe didn't mention it to me,” said | Over.—Youngstown Telegram, ~*~ on the 4 calm men. “There was quite a ———sa it caus @ confusion, but 4 at the house.” EASY, Promptress Pertle rapped for order A crowd!” echoed the husband, and Mrs. Boggs plied: SSUMING an air of sage im-|._,,2Ut how, Bir Ernest,’ she asked, ‘will you really know when you've to shoot his wages away in a barber 1 #Yes," went on the calm man. MAGAZINE editor was talking “That will come later, my dear, I 3] “Phey come with the fire engine.” about Sir Ernest Shackleton of just wanted to offer you my con- q fire engine!” gasped the hus- South Pole fame, gratulations ana ask as a favor that, Oh, it's all right,” went on the|, “Shackleton lunched at @ note} on You try 10 Stop tHAt aren game tee ; calm ali out now. It wasn't | Si# last visit to New York,” he ‘said, goes on in the rear room of his bar- 4 mawoh of a ‘Pearson's Weekly, | “and « lady bothered him with all ber shop.” , ; pean peered sorts of silly questions about polar feat'in en instant, “rhite ‘Gut’ et | WAR AND NECESSITY. be ny order,” she sald, “If old Boggs wants } portance, the fat plumber| crossed the Bouth Pole? shop crap game, let him. It’s better } " : ejaculated: “'Oh, that will be very easy,’ than 1 7 ” nok 4 ‘ “Having your crap game in your “War is necessity. Shackleton answered, ‘As soon as own home, like the O'Brier We've crossed it, you know, @ south “Pooh! How do you make that| wing will become @ north one’ outt” demanded the thin carpenter, Washington Star q \ Mrs. Boggs, interrupting. aold ing etarts fam!ly fights.” Ragtime Fiene Flerteg. taught 90 i jd greg arin fay namin | eae wrth pom ae