The evening world. Newspaper, August 8, 1917, Page 14

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comic About Plays and Players J 7 -t one wight wee = performes wrehin, brows fovted. Me interest the « indy ey who was of Germany tov portant » fre bie @ keen eye, though, th everything tha reached leas that on whieh they adventures he was a! until they a tender «ia bag from blew it w . edge of his chair, « lips of the lovers met he aited on the just as the| drove his fist into the a bang The . and ne could take the t the boy who had never cracked a| FAIRBANKS TAKEN FOR A HOBO, Dougias Fairbanks was taken for # » last week, This may sound ge, but here's how it happened Being very fond of outdoor life, Fairbanks, a nied by Henry Malstead, motored across the Mojave Desert to Victorville, Cal, and parket their automobil for Cheyenne, the recent ¢ Golden Jubile bration. On the platform he met “ Charlie.” Charlie thought Dougl was a tramp like himself. “Which way?” Charlie asked. at to Cheyenne, red. avelling on the cush: ve or under?” Charlie ‘Don't know," said Do “Tl tip you off to a that fe due here in hi volunteered Charlie, “The conducto is a pal of mine. It will be all to the velvet!” Dougias grabbed Charlie, put him in a drawing room car and took him to Cheyenne. Here he bought him a sult of clothes, a shave and @ set of where Fal good resolution: And now hi going to make “Happy Chari: a movie actor, Gossip, A theatre party consisting of sixty members of the Thomas A. Evtison Export Division will be present ot the Winter Gorden to-morrow night to ussing Show of 1917.” y 's melodrama, , pens at the Court Theatre on Monday night, Harry Mes- tayer will be found in the role of the District Attorney. Henrietta Crosman is to play “Erstwhile Susan,” under the man- agement of Joseph Riter, William Hurlbut's new comedy, “Romance and Arabella,” will be produced by Mr. ; ura Hope Crews in OFF TO THE GUARDHOUSE. ‘“ AWKINS,” sald the officer to his Cockney servant, “I've left ny mess boots out this morning. I want ‘em soled.” “You, sit,” said Hawkins, But, later in the could not find his boote, ‘Hawkins! day, when the of- | ficer returned he | [er live, my boy?” sald theewlert lady race] Evening World Daily Magazine S MATTER row? The Proof of the Match Was in the Scratch! ae ] Sa:io You You t tc Yee Love — , i ° a Mane sute } ae | } Te a7 MG A GooT » 1255198 i i - ‘ marcon ~— ] ) B / And Yet They Say a Woman Never Is Consistent! Aa! Bur “tiers STL Bue 2 Dawcontt *UNK" I Never Fett A’ DARKER Yezza! SHE WENT Y'pm?? \ “OHELP ME Biue"—'CAuse IM AFRAID syaytts AN! RETURNED oa HANNAH — SHE HOPE “UNK'! = Gave HER 4. ( AN NS A sye —SHe e , TWEEN "MINNIE \oRaze we ve LER REWRNED ALL ~U_ AY KIS 8" AS WE PARTED S Ti a SAUL ya tr Razz" HUH AN’ Ste RETURNED Yaiere HUA? LAT TH OLE FRONT Gate! Do* RETURNED ) 2 * “HY “RING” AN! RETURNED me" PHTo” “Too! - ‘AT, LookS BaD! “rm GoRRY FOR Sy Bor ! 1 eo ca noe \ « a a he ° oO. 4 Sal bd Road That Has No New burying @ heap of German dead taken ; c¢ from the debris of a Zeppelin that| si pses don't want to be buried, He in kindly tones, s he ain't dead. “Down thut there alley, mum, | had murdered a hundred women and Bury him anyway,’ sald the ser- sniffed the orphan,.”—-Washington | babes. geant firmly, Germans are Star "'Morgeant,’ whispered a private,|such Mars that you can't believe & —— saluting, ‘one of these here German’ word they say.’ "--Washington Star, DOGGONE THIS NEW HEADLIGHT Law! 3 oe SO, SOME MEN ARE LUCKY. IPE (at breakfast)—Ob, John, I'll bet 1 know who you gave DE N\ your seat to coming home ip 1 BEEN WANDERING oe" : the car last night, AROUND “TWo HOURS ww \EL SM ub (who had been out having a , 4 < ie, Be é quiet little game)—Nonsense, my #OOkIN' FOR A SIGN eo = dear! How could you guess? How Post 1 GAN READ! Povill do you know I gave up my seat to = ne? Yes, you did. You dear, kind you let a poor old Irishman Lt HAE TA SHIN UP “THAT ONE AN any Ww Hawkins! Where are my boots?” “What, sir? Those mess boos? On, * ‘ou are, air, e and six= pence. ‘s all i could get Ms 1 took ‘em all around the camp, but the only man who'd buy ‘em was a corporal, and he couldn't give me more'n one and pix, ‘eos pay day wasn't tll next Friday, Pittsburgh Chronicle-Telegraph, = ae DISSATISFIED DINERS. BCENTLY the sergeants of a down to an exceptionally fine dinner, the or ing glory of which was a large plum pud “s s mighty hard,” remarked the Sergeant Major as he vainly tried to ntick his fork Into it lave you boiled us @ cannon ball?” “Or the regimental football?” asked another “Where did you get the flour from?" questioned the Sergeant Ma- Jor again, still strugglir nly. Where @ cook retorted. “From Ste course,"* “You did?” roared the Quarter- master Sergeant Then, hang you, you've made the pudding with Port- jand Irish World, eee R dispute, BOWLED OUT. “The falseness of your opporents’ claims,” he said, of the orphan, “‘Lady,' whined EPRE as cusily, in fact, aw in the oaee a husky o' bread or sumpn'? phan” ‘Where do your fagher and moth- I'm a poor or- ENTATIVE CAMPBELL | "4m was talking about a political | vume fur you to wer if 5 easily brought |“! young | beggar, ‘can't ye help me to a crust | P. for I distinctly heard you say in your sleep, ‘Oh, that’s all right, Til stand, pat.'""-—Boston Transcript, _ A LAME ANSWER. | “M man," a divine said sternly to a convict, “own ras) Sas LIGHT A MATCH | Jost AN ; EXPLOSION HIN A COAL (HOLE — I NOTHIN’ AT] | up. Tt was your passion strong » drink brought for t you th het Wasn't it?’ | Holy smokes, ‘ALL | no, parson,” said! ! | the convict. “oe 1 STARTLIN || | | Ps don't know this | joint, I guess, It's | about the last place on earth al feller'd come to it | he was lookin’ for! anything to drink."--Washington | Star, | > | | PRESTIGE. | 6 HAT'S' your name, my poor| | man?” asked the king hearted wom: “Lady,” ding Pete, un- blushingly, ame is ‘Lord Regi |nald Courtenay Thorpe.'” “Are you sure Ma's your real | 0, T fest thought It ‘ud be a nice you wanted to! |put de fuet dat you {ven me @ | q sandwich an’ a Cup in de so | , hi wii ty news,"~-Washit Star, (m'ALe PurFED ) FULLA DOUG THEIR REPUTATION | | | OPT 'payt>- 2 PO) wane”, : i sf x e j hee P Sw eb orbit tng Cut out the picture on all four sides, Then’ carefully fold datted line? | imorist, said at an anti-pa ‘ th y jo ‘ 2, an D hen © tT son ciflel luncheon in New York. | 1 ite entire length, Then dotted line 2, and dotted line 3. F each sectio ‘ underneath accurately, When completed turn over and you'l My dear friends, | am in hearty | prising result, Save the pictures sympathy with the babies \ who was as find @ sure i

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