Below is the OCR text representation for this newspapers page.

By Herriman The Dingbat Family Art and Shaving Mugs Don’t Mix Copyright, 1013. National News Aasoclutiou. / HiO/THIS HA6H A /MACKS, DYERS/AAlD IQ.EAAJEftS ' y WAL THIS lb DiMbBAX*, /.SEND OVEI*. RIGHT AlVAV A MESS CFCZ, -■**; you ft. best cleaner.^, ive got ome fa \ pace : two hands; a vest. owe shikt a 1 A PAIR OF PA ATS, AND A WHOLE *a \ bath-room from which i ui/WtTkem 3 \To remove a Fcocvc ofv ■ \ 1/NDfclED CUftIDS ■ « \C'MOV Eft (ioiCKS j\ AM MAfty. I AM I A) DEED A) .Most happv /.aw, i've takew 1 "hat cheap and PeEFeacy CL Love* mart, Love is the V SWEET THEME op MV AftT, f on his RALoft blade i Painted A CUPID At rest, okj wise? 6HAVINS BRUSH I PA/AJTED AC \ CuPiD RAMPANT, OK) HIS MUG A CUPID COUCHAMT, AdiD/^ \ ON HIS MIRROR' THE/ 'And What^ WAS the Theme ma-mah of c V cjecoratioajs - /Vou seem To Be. unusuallv ctoyoos "ToDax X, MA-MAH — ordinary Shaving set of VfcJSA I PAS', AND MADE IT a THMIGC ( of <>peat. and Rare. CT1 BEAUTY UJITH MV Painting/ WHffT DID YOU MY TH'SCORE |ft«5toAY? dearest Little r_ v< \ Cupid suppliant \ XVOU EVER you LIKE Ball a/WE^oonmoo? i should say you cant, ignats Tfey This on C^uft. Guitar. f Aren Kamet Al Patir de Granada L So C0R.A2.ON TKaspasado S/nTio. CL Aha en la vega Al perdela de vistL __CftKl bEBlL V02 Su LAMENTo EXPRESo/ \ LIKE IT \ I6NAT2 A BEAoTiFw. Lmut Thing Eorw-W) UGou»**u»a' A Guvaw^-A*) you see, its A Swedish operas CoucD attcL sXWDERSTANB' 1 Should Worry c About 'THeir. is: PEPiShable Parisian/ PCAU-DE-Soifc! « AlUT I <3dT tHA' I RIP-RQARIW' " RHEUMATISM To the ■Subway with “lA UMBRELLA ’ AN' MEET THe^iblS, THEY WENT “Shopping in "Their perishable ( -> PARISIAN , WHV HULLO hol'om, Ga{~. whoa! "TAKE ME HOME WITH S£»U * ioSit-AU-RSU -lOORSl Loorit HER RAW! j YOU WAS THERE WASN'T YOU ? fYOU RE QUITE SURE vou WAS THERE? By Tom McNamara The Marvelous One Gets In Bad Copyright, 1013. National News Association. STARFISH GIANTS W/N FROM SouTh SIDERS ON HOME 6R0UND5! SCORE HGTb 4 Ydu COME R16HT HOME OR SKINNY SHANE R'S 600GC1 department jWItSTAlOESQDE f POSES N0.J9 VIA* Poor, Hovesr TffiCOUNTl ' SEARCH ME 1 MET SOCKS Holler Time OOT, HE CW»T RUM IM NOU), det A ARGUMENT 1 . MET EMPIRE, MAKE HIM . LET GO, HE S HOLDIN i i'll Tell ma To tell pa _YOI> DlON t TAKE 'CODB T?x”Tombone* lessom! f HET EMP, LOOKlD OIS THE MARMELOUS 16LE8EAK SPRUDER dnaua&i' WHT IS A R.AT/NJ A CHEESE FACTORY LIKE A HOUSE OM FI RE ? the sooner too pur 'EM our THE BETTER, mi IT CERTA/WCt HUH* ter- dxwfa HAD NOT PITCHED WO, NOR YOU'RE NOT KlDDIM' ME,EITHER.! LOOK AT THE PAPER, SEE-I OP TlU THE SIXTH THATi U)HEN HIS KID STEP SISTER 60T HIM) THERE *^!6HT HAVE BEEN A DFF- erenT story to Tell. oTher. RESOLTs HWId DIKKS- n GOO- B»v NOW THS.RES 60/ng To BE TROUBLE. THE MARVELOUS EAGLE BEAK SPRODER’S KID STEP SISTER VIVIAN IS BACJc ON THE Jo8 - 600- Bl ! FROT) EDNA BLAIR- CITY UUHO IS THE HEAVIEST MAW /M THE U/HOLF WORLD ? OL&wpeaG STANDING of tRTc^ GWnTs* xo iooo pM IoQammw Better Than Sherlock Holmes at His Best * CLEEK OF THE FORTY FACES * A Detective Story of Thrilling Interest, Love and Mystery By T. W. HANSHAW Hum-m-m! 1 kpp. 1 see! Certainly there is a suggestion of a possible connection, but still . . Mr. Nar- kom!" "Yes, old chap?" "Any marks on the bodies of the victims? Or weren’t you able to find out?” "Oh. 1 inquired, of course. But there seems to have been no distinc tive mark which could serve as a pos sible connection. The men did not all die in the same way. Two were found drowned, a third was run down by a motor ami accidentally killed, and a fourth was stabbed in a street brawl—that was the Liver pool chap. The other five died in their beds and apparently from nat ural causes—although all were smit ten suddenly and death followed with great speed." “I See. Nine of Them.'’ Andrew Murchison, tailor, age fifty- six; Guy Hadlow. musician, age fifty- nine; Arthur Lavigne, actor, age for ty-nine; Joseph Stringer, draper’s clerk, age fifty-one’—Hum-m-m! Ap pear all of them to have been getting along in years, 1 see. ‘Walter Mason, architect, age flfty-five; Philip Wes- terton, author, age seventy; Sir Gor- rell James, baronet. Judge of the High—Scotland! Not the great Gor- rell James, was it? Oold ‘Do-your- duty-James' as he used to be called when he was on the circuit?” "Yea—the same man. You may recollect that he w r as seized with a fainting fit at his club some eight or ten months ago and was carried home unconscious. He died the next morn ing. l learned from the butler that the green 317 had been noticed on the doorstep a week or so before. It was Sir Gorrell’s sister w T ho identified Vera Viadlroski when she found her in Lady Jennifer’s service. You re- Cleek?” member the Judge then, do you. "Rather! 1 rubbed elbows with him many a time in the old days; though 1 dare say he wouldn’t have thought it an honor. "Old Flintskin’ we of the underworld used to call him—as hard as flint on all evil-doers and afraid of nothing that walked or breathed. 1 was in the crowd on that memorable day of tyenty years ago when he did his duty in the face of a thousand threats and curses and never turned a hair when he acme out of court and faced hundreds of yelling demons who were thirsting for the blood of him." . "Mean the time of the big riot, don’t you, after he'd sentenced those two Fenian leaders to death for endeavor ing to blow up the palace while her late Majesty was in evidence? Gad! that was a time! He got his title for the stand he took then" Stuck to His Guns guards without caring for the wives they widowed or the children they orphaned. That's not patriotism; that’s cowardly murder; and murder ers who are found guilty In my court shall hang, so help me God!’ A stren uous time that, Mr. Narkom; but he stood his ground like a hero and never flinched, though many a flung stone struck him and his face was cut and bleeding in a dozen places. The timely arrival of the police saved him from death that day If ever It saved any man. If the constables had been one minute later the mob would have had him down and hundreds of boot heels would have been stamping the life out of him. And after weathering all that he was doomed to die twenty years later by the hai^d of a sneaking criminal in a common, low-down stab- in-the-baok game which has anarchy and green grocers, tailors and a Rus sian girl mixed up in the vulgar tan gle of It! Sic transit gloria Mundi! 'Imperial Caesar, dead and turned to •clay, might stop a hole to keep the wind away!’” His yoke dropped off; he took his elbow in his palm and his chin be tween his thumb and forefinger and stood looking, with fixed eyes and puckered brows, at the far end of the summer house, and for a time made neither movement nor sound. So he was still standing when, a little later, Lady Jennifer came hurrying down the path and, catching sight of Mr, Narkom, stepped in and joined him. Is This Mr. Headland? "Is this he?—is this the Mr. Head land of whom you spoke?" she asked agitatedly; and, scarcely waiting to be introduced, walked over to Cleek and laid an Imploring hand upon his sleeve. "Oh, Mr. Headland, come to my rescue—save my son!” she ap pealed, distractedly. "Mr. Narkom tells me you are wise, you are clever, you are wonderful. Oh, put all your thought and heart and strength into this dear task and save my boy for me before it Is too late! If they kill him, those Nihilists; if that girl gets to him in spite of the guard Mr. Narkom has kindly placed over his door—” “Calm yourself, Lady Jennifer." in terrupted Cleek, gently. “You can rely Copyright by Doubleday, Page & Co TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT. AT TH‘ BALL <5AME,FH? TH' SCORE THREE T* T f HUH? LOOK,TH’SCORE'S TWELVE r two, WOT? them by so much as a word or a movement. He bided his time in si lence and was by no means surprised when of a sudden, Cleek spoke again. "But why green chalk?" he said, as iX asking the question of somebody or something hidden in the top of the summer house. "Why not red? That's the point! Red is the color of Anarchy—why not that- And why any mark of any color? Your Nihilist doesn’t do business in that manner as a general thing. He usually strikes first and gives the sign afterward. And 31"—why, in particular, 317? And why green chalk? Stop a bit! Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday . . . Hum-m-m! I should say not; deci dedly I should say not. How about A. B. C.? Pah! Bad job, bad job! Too plain, too silly and—too short; yes, a deal too short. Well. then. January, February, March . . . . "You should have seen him stick to his guns when those fanatics crowd ed round him yelling. 'They’re not murderers, they're patirots and ye lie when ye say they’re not.' Patriotism dies when cowardice begins,’ he flung back at them. ‘They struck not only at a Queen, but at a woman and a mother, and they killed two innocent 'Hum-m-m' I see. Nine of them, eh? Of course you made a list of the names? I thought so. Let's have a look at it. Thanks very much. James Martin, bookkeeper, age fifty-two; John Wilson, green grocer, age sUty; To Be Continued Monday, N Y- BKLYN Polly an d Her Pals Pa Does a Kind Act, Yes, Indeed Registered United States Patent Office By Cliff Sterrett If X , 1 • ' vv-r- r HFAUPldC! PtKLi rv-eu/jLf T iXXvX '' A ’—7T- SoCVOvNNV „ tKxxxvvvvx x .-^xi:\ kx \\XYXv- "T: TxT , . , TT“ .v x .xw 'N -A d .XV R hi. WvH