The evening world. Newspaper, August 9, 1919, Page 14

if 8 L i AS AVUAS YS LITTLE MARY MIXUP é' We'll All Have to Be Walking That Way Soor ~ yey Te YO-tto — & Gor Ps 4 SO 4S NOTTS wean ae Ngw"anows —she 3 QuT MY New sitogs ¢ Rehearsals for G. M. Anderson's ities of 1919,” the first of ® of annual musical reviews by staged Vivian Holt, soprano, who 1b to | pear with her partner, Lillian Rose- dale, with McIntyre and Heath in their musical comedy, “Héllo, Alex- ander,” will be one of the singers at the Stadium concert to-morrow. “What's the Idea?” the new musical in which F. V. Peterson stars i : pis Hee i | i i ee hr. Ser | ‘Herbert Corthell, the “lost come- ” has been found. Edmund Breese, on reading the announcement that Anton F, bilia could not get Im touch with the “Fifty-Fifty, Ltd.,” ybered Mr. Corthell at Wiers, . there he was located, tak- 4 sun baths to reduce his appetite. . Selbilia summoned him to re- hearsals immeuiately and gave Mr. Breese a box of cigars. & Lj tf if a8 3i # artists have volun- Ste Raymond Hitch: BLE on - Collier, McIntyre and Heath, Lew Dookstader, Loutse Dresser, Wadie Leonard, Ned Way- burn, Andrew Mi Frank Sheridan, Hotbroo!; Blinn, Burr Macintosh, Bert Willams, Julius ff euay, + and Mrs. Charles Co- Ring and Frank Tan- ; ‘ last thought: Gotng to the : P = 7 author!” and. then,'pes-| us poise to Brooklyn ns MY ALL RIGHT THEN » WE'LL IT'S LUCKY OUR CARS DON'T As rapt ae 1 Be vn met ori =: oe A WHACK ATH) DRIVE OVER AND GET ‘| Y CLUBS OuT same. “time! : jew MEET Y'OUT IN FRONT Th Se You AN’ we'Lt vin’ what would yer do? Tired Tim—ra look fer a job makin’ spectacles A BIT OF ENGLISH HUMOR. HEY were speaking of English humor, and the Bnglishman now @welling in Pittsburgh offered following as a sample: ‘Ho was riding on a London tramear the driver became involved in tercation: with the conductor-on ; Te pi a rear of a car just ahead. Both ‘ " " > sat 4 swore at one another violently as the ip we i a 4 Yes Bur NOBODY cars moved slowly through a gon- a ‘ j OT wa nao A BUNCH HE CONTINUES DOIWE BUSINESS gested street. Finally, being bested ||( SORE A Gur as ever’ buswmess ror yeans\ || \or0. “(of 20v6N wien HE fect 0 Panne Oy see au|! the verbal Pattle, the conductor | FA “YEG Ye it ee L\ V0. YEARS BUT He ‘end »"Tobedy'te Crindstene Caerge* tled @ piece of string around the end On WS : ‘6 Our FOR THe — Feline > of @ lead pencil and then dangled the } f 7 OTHER FELLOWS . Webe pie ARES pencil toward the driver, The latter j " | i CONTRACTING AND became more vituperative than ever, | 4 i u BUI OWE BUS ESS keepjig up his harangue until the i | | i ht! FOR. SIRT Y= LIGHT front car turned into another street. ! The Englishman said-be was curious, and asked the driver why the dan- gling pencil had made him swear 90 violently, H i ii g Sel “Ob, that is just a little Joke be- tween ourselves. You see, my father explained.—Tit-Bits, po ina Re LEFT, ALL RiaHT. THE PROBLEM SOLVED. 66] THOUGHT RS, RULEM—Your husband ts | Jim mar- Still as devoted as a lover, I} ried = wo- don't see how you manage. man with @ m: Mrs, Kissem — It's very simple. Hon in her own When he comes home late I always right.” pretend to be asleep; when he has a “Bo he Aid, but | headache in the morning, I tell him he Wasn't been | he is overworked; when he leaves his able to get bis|hat in the parlor, his overcoat in the right on any of/dining room and his overshoes up- it, and fo he's left."—Detroit Free] stairs, 1 quietly gather them up and 1 put them in the front hall; and when IN WHAT. WHEN THEY ARE | WONDER IF we go caper ene Lane forget to COURTING A GIRL AAR men wha) suggest that 0. improve the A GIRL WH N! Friction Shortens the Life) ining ours vetween the acte by & going out and talking business with : LAY SHE WAS A MAN'S Kot et ratine FeSTSt his customers, Oh, it's easy enough FIRST AND ONLY LOVE to keep a man devotpd, if you only know bow.—Buffalo Express,” ee WHEN LIFE LOST IT6 CHARM. N amateur sailor was making IN his first trip across the Atlan- tlc, and was in the throes of mal de mer when the ship's surgeon came across him. “What's the matter?” was the doc- tor’s callous query. “O-o-h,” was the only response as the young man rolled over in agony. “Come, get up,” derided the sur- geon, grinning unfeelingly. “The ship's been torpedoed and wil! sink in ten minutes.” “Ten minutes? the sick man pro- tested, feebly. “