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THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN AND NEWS THURSDAY. \PRIL 21 1012.
The Dingbat Family
Not Much Excitement in Still Life Bv H0FF1IT1Q.O
Copyright, 1913, International New* Ko-riee.
Am here cam papahA
I BE, I HAVE NY SEENJ
) HIM around ALL •
This Morning-,
l Vour Pa; My deail, is nou/
i e Kl Aaj ART school, where , .
Comm an D/Aiscy coaxed h/mto.
You, AND ME, MARy; ARE PERSONS
of decided Artistic c±r~-[
v Attain me a/Ts, and so ujilcLJ
Yolr. Pa be, prom a/ow, on
A
Go
But Poor Pa PAH c HAsattL
A SPARK OF ART ■ /AJ H/M)
IMA-mam; HE'LL NEVER.)
=> MASTER IT IN A ( - y
^THOUSAND YEAR* ->
HtS JUST GOT To MASTER It}
"That's All , its The Most c
Ref/ai/no influence /ajThe;
WORLD To A ROUSH AND Cl
UNCOUTH MAN LIKE HIM, A*d"
fT'S 3UST CUHAT HE NEEDS TO,
MAKE KIM OUR SOCIAL
EQUALS
( Domt LookN
"T>MARY " '
(DON'T DASTi
look "•
/.00K MW? we HAD A
, LIFE CLASS To-OAV And
this IS MV FIRST Picture
ENTITLED "A NIMP AT THE C
WATER-BUTT - S’SREAT
Dope This ART. aie
for it All the/'
Time —
MAY BE AioT MY OU/NN
BUT ITS HIGHLY,
WWORAL
'Mercy Ip pay I Look
UPON THE SHADE
Op My TRENDS Pa PAN/
and now, i Em
,ALl A TLItrERS-.
f IWKSIPIDS. MICE, I DiDNT
i SAY (3H06T
\ ' SAID HIS
\ SHADE
MS NOT A ShadeYL-.
A GHOST fool KAT ‘J
IS IT NOT
Remember, one Thm*ss“iga/atz aiice
My grends- Pa-Pah s Sun shade /
was A)oT A ghost —
6
•ft
; well may &e his
V|0DN-SHAD6-
YYAS -
Polly and Her Pals
Sure, They're Tickle-Proof
Copyright. 1913. International News Serrioe.
By Cliff Sterrett
MrrcHV Koo!
my 5tars!
DOWT
Do th4t i
WAYT-A-MATTER,
PA, MiCVLlSH?
Tick’LlME EYE.
IT HURT5H
tgwSourr, IE
You w/aSVjt A
lb PROv/E
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Vou f*», ,4HE/U>1
DErwed ip
i domt!
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Busted,
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Us Boys
The Marvelous One Fools the Kid for Once
By Tom McNamara
Registered United States Patent Office
THE ~TJo-3H LANG T U)«YjTNT_ £_A6lEBEAf
OF HiS'n
6or HIM?
j M r j 0u^nT nni\v it/ \
ANA r.vie i SHOW UP? 1 wo,
PARSE LOUS STEP SISTER ^
ISA&LEBEAK
SPRUDER
PITCHES
y \j
The starfish
GianTs
LQ>fc&
a(,To is
T0D6H luck!
H INKY DINKS
NY IN AGAIN'.
STANDING of the clubs
vu L PC
irilNKAS' If 0 4000
TanTs", a a Too
scuThiEs" a a too
PLEAS" 0 If .ooO
"GIANTS" play "oleas"
NEW
Better Than Sherlock
Holmes at His Best
IN PER IS THAT KID <T
J
( HET SCRIMP, | canY hold this; ( HOH )
VgATE MUCH LONfcEB, THEYS J 1-CL^
L QOMFRrthY BAMLIir
SOMEBODY BANGIN' ON x
IT VMlTH ROCKS \ r-\
«—>*AvV>iC*N Ov\\v
GOSH, l AIN .
.SEARCH me if you
; l think i is!
T Got CHA BROTHER,Y
r V/M \ 1 >
WHERE'S MV 816 STEP BROTHER.,^
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tV 1
( get ooter herC tod aint
GOT no RIGHT/—
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(coo boy!
I PUNKIE !)
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AWN, CALL DE GAME ME CHDCKER
PRETTY FAIR SHAPE. | SNEAKED IK!
/OME
\ IS IK .
, THE OTHER, rr ^
! WAY * I
l io'UEP ME
.KID STEP / «
SISTER. .A- ^
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SKINNY SHANER'S
googly dfparTpjenf
STATUESQUE
poses
MO. 0.3
TAVLOR-
Rg?r
CMi&pitr oyaSt&Wai^
O/HAl ’COMES TWICE /W
A FOMENT ONCE /A»A
M/NUTf SI)T NEUER/A)
A THOUSAND YEARS?
-THE LETTER. M
AlOU) YOU JUsf SEE IF WAT
AINTSO!
FR.OMI
A O
6REA” MECK- D. S. A
GUESS WHEN) A AUTO
MOBILE AIN'T.
CLEEK OF THE FORTY FACES «
A Detective Story of Thrilling
Interest, Love and Mystery
By T. W. HANSHAW.
"P-'Tght by Doubled a;, Page & Co.
I "DAY'S INSTALLMENT.
'■ T>cl Lud! Suspect me of murder—
nurder?” exclaimed the doctor In
?u ' : ;l hot indignation it was a wonder
his voice did not wake the sick man
iri the room beyond. “1 never heard
an : - ng so abominable, so mon-
r "as. in all mv life. You’ll do me
: ‘ honor of letting me know, please,
,4l, " n what grounds Mr. Redway, or
Headway, or wnatever your internal j
"aoifc ra j
v Kind's Ceek. doctor—don’t both - j
‘ r ' > n* neao trying to remember the!
r ore: 1 ve no further use ror it.
1 feek’s the name—Cleek; Special In-
C!u,r - V Agent of Scotland Yard. Mind
lootstool, Doctor—you haven't
?lasses on. Pardon, vour lady-
Dh, yes, (.^leek is correct—
was ,vs fictitious as Red-
As for the rest, you may take
ea * Sii'l back to your heart with
■ onfidence. There’s no Xihi-
1 the case at a)’: and wliat is
• v °ur son’s lifo i- not threat-
II.
1 < ned nor h*«* it ever been. It’s just a
j plain little game of Paddy and the
! pigs and Paddy got nine of them be-
| foru his inning ran out. Sit down,
Doctor—I want to te! you a nice lit
tle story about a bit of green chalk
and a gentleman of the Fenian per
suasion who learned how to dance on
nothing to a tune that was played by
Jack Ketch exa/My 20 years ago.
“You will be too young to remem
ber the circumstances, of course, but
Lady Jennifer will. I am sure, readily
recall the execution of Michael Du
laney and Patrick Shawn, two Fenian
fanatics who objected to queens on
principle and set out to manifest that
objection by a cowardly and mur
derous attempt to blow up one of the
royal palaces of England in the dead
of the night whilst she who was at
once queen, woman and mother was
sleeping in it. They did not accom
plish their object, but they did suc
ceed in killing two men, two soldiers
.in guard, and making fatherless nine
little children. Well, they paid for
llial act with their miserable lives.
A stern, just, inflexible judge and
twelve brave jurors tried and sen
tenced them to death and, facing
the spleen ami venom of their kind-
tor they represented merely a frac
tion, not Ireland itself—that judge
stood by his guns and did bis duty
by his countfy, his queen and Ills
Goh. That was twenty years ago—
now mark what followed. The
vicious son of a vicious father, nurs
ing a rancor as bitter as it was
deep, as lasting as it was malicious,
set out to avenge that father's death
and to wipe out the grudge he enter
tained for all who had been Instru
mental in bringing it about. Four
teen men had been the means of
bringing about that death—the judge,
the crown prosecutor and twelve
jurymen—and he set out, this skulk
ing, cowardly, stab-in-the-back as
sassin. to secretly murder those men
one by one; and the better to do it,
he chose to make use of the medical
profession that he might crawl into
their homes and sting like any other
snake. Xine lives have already paid
the forfeit; the tenth—that of Mr.
Herbert JJartwick-Spale, formerly
crow n prosecutor and at present oc
cupying the top flat in this house '
He was suffered to say no more.
Of a sudden a table went over, a
brown leather bag struck him full in
the face and a flying figure shot past
him, bowled over Mr. Narkom and
bolted out of the door.
“’Ware wolf!” sang out Cleek;
then broke Into a sudden laugh as
there rose a scramble and a cry and
the clash of looked bodies bumping
down the stairs. “Played, my lads,
played] fetch him in and let's have
a look at the gentleman with his
wig and his sidewhiskers pulled off. '
Then there name another snarling
cry, another clatter of feet, a rush
and a roar across the landing and
into the room; and then, of a sud-
i den, there appeared upon the thres-
I hold the writhing and battling shape
: of Flannigan close* gripped by the
I hands of the two plain-clothes men.
“Well. Paddy Shawn, you've driven
I your pigs to a fine market to be
j sure,” said Cleek. “And after only
I thirty years of life] Doctor, how do
you like your good and careful as
sistant, whose only concern for your
welfare was that nothing should in
terfere w r ith your performance of
your duty until he had used you to
the utmost and had finished his mur
derous work. Take him away, my
lads—he'll get what's coming to him
at the proper time. That’s all- cut
along!"
Just Before You Came.
“When did I first suspect the truth,
jour ladyship? Well, 1 think I got
the first inkling of it jus? before you
came. You will remember. Mr. Nark
om, that It was the fact of the chalk
being green which impressed ine—
green is so essentially Irish that one’s
first thoughts fly to the Emerald Isle
Immediately it is put in evidence.
Then when I put that fact in connec
tion with the figures and bexun to
work thus out, and afterward linked
both with the name of Sir Goireli
Janies and the ages of the man who
had been killed oh, well, it began
to take shape at onto, of cour.so. You
j see, there wan the ‘green’ which styxl
1 lor Ireland, and the iifure.r r, hich
stood for Fenianism. and—what’s
that? How did l come to the con-
elusion that they really did do that?
My dear Mr. Narkom, you certainly
observed bow I got bold of that par
ticular clue? You remember I first
tried the days of the week and then
the letters of the alphabet and finally
the months of the year. Surely, when
I ticked off January, February, March
you must have gained a hint at least?
Why? Well, because if the ?» stood
for the third month and the third
month is March, the 17 needs no
working out at all if it's an affair
that has :o do with Irish matters: for
the 17th of March Is St. Patrick's
Day. So, when I had then • clews to
start on and added to them, first, what
I knew regarding Sir Gorrell James:
then the ages of the several men
killed, and finally th** significant far:
that the gentleman who lives in the
top fiat at this house is he who was
the Frown Pr- svcutoi at the tin. m
the great Dulaney-Shawn trial, way
shouldn’t 1 begin to see light. Still,
1 never was quite certain upon that
point until I sent Dollops to look up
the records of that trial and to bring
me a list of the names of the jury
men and also the name of the boy (the
son of one or the other of the two
prisoners; I couldn’t quite remember
which) who was held up in court by
his mother at the time of the convic
tion and told to ‘Look at the faces of
them that’s callin’ a martyr a mur
derer, and never ye rest till you’ve
put the lie’s mfirk on every livin’
son of them.’
To Be Continued To-morrow.
This Applies to Cats.
T is a fact that a lion's or u tiger s
whiskers once taken off will never
grow again These animals shed their
hair ordinarily once a year, all except
the whiskers. The shedding depends
entirely upon the climate, and there
is a peculiar thing connected with it.
Men who have taken wild animals
*'roni Asia and Africa to Europe say
that they never knew a lion or u tiger
or any animal of 'he cat species to go
through the Ke«'*yYn without ••hanging
■ >at They wih shed at Buakitn ana
come out with hair tr *sh and glossy as j
'dlk. atul yet, going through the Red
Seu they will shed again. No one la.
been able to atgount for it, but it is
a fact, nevertheless.
The Kind Lady
By Leo
COME
1 1 1 UP HEfcSj
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1 justN
WANTED T'TtiL
you / wear 1
USED AMY 1
\ COAL THIS
-y SATURDAY! /
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A\
SHE HAS CHANGED^
HER MIND, SHE y
WANTS SOME
COAL T'DAY!