Newspaper Page Text
- -.L ..
By Herriman
Amo Vtou say Archibald' 7 }
Assisted You ? -cr
V OCR l)L ARCHIBALD*' *)
'\W.HV 1
Course I D/D The
Biggest Part opT<e>
Jcr - But Theaj —S
(that WILL,'
{ COST .You
teaj pea ceajt\
AloftE;OAidE'
T
Polly and Her Pals
No Wonder Pa Was a Bit Excited
Oopyright, 1918. Iotem«tfocuJ Nww» Sorrier
By Cliff Sterrett
HURKV "THAT _
SUAVE, PAW. THE
MOVlW’ MEW (S'
Htfct ,4U' 1 DOWT
UtJOMT/ VWHAT
"T'TELL'EM!
■ ^
ju?t You Lrr
ALOUE, M4
“fMey k-wow/
"THEIR. .
BUSIES!
heV ! ‘tell
MA AJEST To
LET "THEM
MOVIN' MEd
“foOCUTUE
FOLD*)’ BCC
Till l 6rr
i
7. O’CLOCK.
L/fc a a aAa!w
MOVIM6 CMV
‘M0RWIM6.
\3t/HY "They put
"The EOLOiYCr Btu
OvJ “THE V/4M
HALE AH hour
1 A60!
hev MAr
Eer -tha'
LOVE OF
MUo/i
ALL-'RREO
PARTICULAR
ASOUT THE
R)LDIW(t bed
FOR ?
r
LSeekj Him put I
HIT PAlftS IH
IT, FOR. TO
PRESS LAST |
MI6hY ! 1
inmorciiipF
Us Boys
t*£
It’s Too Easy to Work Skinny Shaner
Registered Piv*t*d fttwfcw P»t#nt Office
By Tom McNamara
SWNN*/ D» YOU KNttU) l T HIMK YOU ARE A N
AUlPULLY CLEUER ?HAP- l THINK. THOSE J006UFS
ARE JW SVU6LL AND THAT NEW BASEBALL
COLDWAP 14 WONDERFUL 1 - r P=-■=:
J 'wart
I AW PUT THAT CHATTER. WITH YA WINTER FURS \
DON’T CHA THINK \ KNOW YOORE KIDD/tf ? , )
\ YOU-WANT ME TO 00 YOU A PAUOR DON T
( THINK. I \NA4 BORNEO To-MOfcRE*, I
V WONT DO YOU NO FAVORS, NO MORE !
A& EMIlV DONT CRY, COSH I DIDN'T MEAN I
I UIHAF l SAID - COME ON, BE JOLLY 1 K—'
o
GOSH YOU DROPPED '
SOF0ETHIN6-U6H1-
GEE I CAN HARDLY >
BEND OUER I'M 6ETT/N\
c,r> ruifki
■A—
SNIFF.SNIPF SWFEOH MY )
i T"lA ftAllv uv UCA.OT '
I think my POOR heart
14 BREAKING, OH MY! c-'
-
GOSH
SUITED her
HEART*.
FOOD FOR FANS
That's my new Picture,! wanted rn
6WE (T TO YOU To PUT IN YOUR
column you'll do THAT wont you
OH THANK YOO, I KNEW YOU /
WOULD, NOW don't DISAPPOINT me 0
NGU) REMEMBER
(TO KEEP YOUR r
l promise -yy
COOKtO
AMD
SERVED
Ki
Ahr&'H'
it
- J THtS HERE PHoTfl
AIN'T GOT A Thing
TO 00 WITH
BASE BALL, BUT
EMILY SLIPPED
’ - OME OUER ON
ME AND I MIGHT AS WELL PRINT
>TING M£
T NOUo SO SHELL STOP PESTrfiG Me
I WILL HA\i£ SOME GOOD BASS
BALL DOPE IN TO-NTORROUJ
tf-J.
er*
i didn’t
AUJ SHOCKLEs'.
Bringing Up Father
skinny seer's goodly dep*
m
SHAKIER 4 .
EASY
DRAWING
LESSONS
NO.-IS-
WINDOW
C with PANEST
. cu-. cooNT'eM'.i
d/yuiib&i
Jwhat is TH£ STRONGEST day?
Sunday, because the restare
.All wesk days!-ha,ha,ha!
■ - '/v
■ HJUhit> sns. -tyrt, T&- dUuy
FROM "JUDY' SPCKAUE, WASH.
OUHAT is A good WAY To MAKE
THE HOURS DO FAST ?
ANSWER TD-morrow —
Copyright, 1913, International News Service.
By George McManus
M BLL DA ink, IT
BC-c«c it
Fuat >
n
1
NMELU-VMATO
V/ANT ?
SORR-I *>it? TO
I^TE«uPT MR
Rut tour daughter
it* Coming in to
SPtAA tc tou- J"
yir-
~r
\
UHDFS<
COVER.
hello
manie
W HAT'S
OM YOUR
MlNO p
PAVv - MAIHA 1^
I^Hinging MR*.
Dupont up to
**£ your STU5T
MOW MAKE A
^FFCFUL. BOV
VHFN %HE ENTERt
YOU
f**.
-f==
ft
Cooo
YRACiouS'
WHAT'S
THIS '
twcbt;
YweaT'
IMAGGIE. • GIT
Mt A Tcweu
^efdre YOU
START Tue
LBCTURe'
T
WELL?
)T
J,\
The V icious Little
Moon
To-day’s Complete Short Story
T HEY emerged from the ground,
one, two, threw, six, und«r tho
doluge of rain In darknesa.
One might have believed that they
came out of the water, for the torrent*
of rain, which had been falling lneee>
santly for more than a month, had made
the plain around Adrlanople and De-
vanjaros look like a sea
In the uncertain twilight each of them
looked like an Immense bundle of aheep-
gkln, out of which emerged the barrel of
a rifle. All six wore cape of green velvet
bordered with astrakhan.
It was a patrol of Macedonians en
rolled In the Bulgarian army passing
through the line of outposts. Hesitat
ing and uncertain, they moved thelj*
long arms like windmills, made the sign
of the cross, pointed right and left and
peered about cautiously.
A Branch for a Signal.
Fifty paces away a branch stuck into
into the ground and reflected in a pool
of water began to move back and forth.
The Macedonians started toward the
hole from which this signal was given.
It was the abandoned trench. Sergeant
Naritch and his five Bulgarian soldiers
were down there and had given them'
the signal.
The six Bulgarians loved the six
Macedonians.
Since the beginning of the investment
these twelve men were In the habit of
meeting in the hour of twilight when the
guns became blind-
They met in the abandoned: trench
which was no longer used. There they
sat down close together in the deep mud.
They exchanged only few words: “The
war is going to last a long timet" or
"May the Lord give the Turks into our
hands," was the burden of their re
marks.
Then they sat silent and pondered
until it was time to separate and each
party went back to Its camp.
Depressed and Melanoholy.
On this night they felt unusually de
pressed and melancholy. The incessant
rain, the everlasting cold and the en
forced idleness and hopelessness over
whelmed them.
"The war will never end," said Ka»
loub, making a wry face.
"Never," said Naziff, and yawned like
a hungry wolf.
They all bowed their heads and spat
into the mud, them as always happens
when men ,-rc downhearted and de
pressed, they began to talk about mya-
te us things
"The moon looks like a crescent to
night," said Kaloub.
"A bad sign," said Alexis, the ven
erable brigand, who knew everything
between life and death "It is a vicious '
little moon."
And he told the legend of the vicious
little mopn which kills all those upon
whom it looks.
They raised their heads and gazed
furtively toward the sky.
"One must not tempt the moon." said
Potrof, who was newly married, al
though his hair was gray. "Woe unto*,
us all.”
"I am sleepy," said Reff plaintively,
like a child.
Let Us Go Back.
“Let us go back,” growled Alexis,
and stuck his bayonet into his boot.
The Macedonians left one at a time.
The Bulgarians looked after them and
regretted they had let them go. They
remaned in the abandoned trench, op
pressed by a vague sense of danger,
afraid of the moon that was looking
down upon them, half senseless with
fatigue and superstition.
Each was dreaming his own dreams.
Sergeant Naritch saw his litle house
and his wife in her gayly colored dress.
He saw her looking at a golden-haired
girl. He felt the fragrance of the flow
ering hedges and saw the long rows of
willow trees standing like sentries along
the bank of the brook.
Suddenly he raised his head with a
jerk and rubbed his eyes. He could
see nothing now but the darkness and
the slender crescent of the moon.
He shook himself. What .were they
thinking of? It was late. Little Fath
er Colonel would surely hear them com
ing back.
“Come along, boys; we must get bank
to camp,” he said.
Crawled From the Trench.
The others yawned, stretched their
limbs and crawled out of the trench.
They marched through the muddy
pools with the rain beating into their
faces and soaking the fur of their heavy
sheepskin coats. From time to time*
they glanced at the moon.
They stopped. They had lost their
way. It was the moon, the vicious
little moon, which had led them astray
with its treacherous light.
They shuddered and started again,
tramping through the mud. Time and
again they nearly fell into the deep
mudholes made by the bursting shells.
Half an hour passed and still fio sign'
of lights or campfires.
Suddenly a shot rang out.
The sergeant raised his head, looked
about and listened.
"We are inside the Turkish lines,”
he said.
"We ought to have set out when the
Macedonians left,” growled Kaloub;
"they know their way hers and would
not have wandered astray.”
"Look," said DIplovitch, "there are
some soldiers over there watching us."
Felt Like Howling.
And at the faint light of the moon
they dimly made out some figures a
short distance away. The Bulgarians,
now quite convinced that the vicious
little moon had led them into an am
bush, felt like howling with superstitious
fear.
In a low voice Naritch commanded!
•‘Fire!"
The enemy was quicker and fired
first.
With a groan, Petrof, the newly mar
ried. fell fo the ground like a log
The firing wan kept up by both sides,
and men dropped where they stood.
The last man to remain standing
finally sank to the ground He thought
he heard somebody whisper his name
from among those he had shot down.
Then everything was silent.
Toward morning a passing patrotf
found the dead bodlo* of six Mace
donians and si* Bulgarians, who ha4
been led astra> by the vicious little
moon, that kills those upon whom la
looks.