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/So, Proud Be& VooTeh, V'RefuseT^ I To Talk To /Kea HBh * Bcrr i Su >.avb fey The ou> hamel 5hir . OP/VIH&eEAY U/UO-fe ‘ I 50JEAA T7MT \EftE Ywt DAV HATH FLOWN 1 hull HAl/fc /UA5E. YOU 3AV CT —— ‘50MBTWiAJ&/ V'NEAe /meli ) UJWAAj, •SUMETh/aig. V L^NAN-e-fe~ fc-ftH - a W HEEZY was a sparrow, a very big and strong and more than ordinary cunning specimen of that cunning tribe, and he was rather proud of himself, from his light waist coat and high clack cravat to the beau tiful browns of his back and the big ness of his heavy thick beak, but he was not proud of the wheeze which had given him his "nick" name. It was a distinct disadvantage in the wild. It drew the attention of his enemies too much to him; made him too conspicu ous. He discovered that someone was feed ing the tits and robins and wrens out side the backdoor. He promptly left off chirping—he could not leave off wheez ing—and started. And the more he stared the more surprise took hold of him. A fieldfare—one of those big, very pretty thrushes that have an odd, laughing cry, and because they only come to see us in the winter are as sociated in our minds with frost and snow—driven to desperation by hun ger, flew down to a big piece of bread hat had fallen near a laurel bush. That was the surprise. Andy of the puffed-out bird, assembled there in that white and bitter scene, could have told him what would happen if be settled near that bush when the birds wer^ being fed. Next instant that fieldfare was dead —slain by the paw and jaw of the • ginger" cat, who always hid in that laurel when the birds were being fed, and was none the richer, as a rule, since the birds kept carefully out of 'is reach. More Than a Meal. Then did Wheezy move. He dropped instantly like a stone with almost com pletely closed wings, in that extraor dinary way which sparrows have, and ef to share with no other birds, and landed upon the bread, to snatch up which, under the dreaded "ginger s" very whiskers, and remove at top speed or the orchard. The piece of bread was a big one, a beautiful lump of •rumb, a little larger than a walnut. It was a meal for half a day or more. Then he sat on a low bough. Just above a trap, and set up that peculiar low and wicked chirping which you may hear when a sparrow curses you, or the next-door neighbor's cat. The swearing of the sparrow- is a very monstrous and annoying sound It annoyed the cock-robin who owned that particular corner of the garden, and with the robin's usual dashing intoler ance. he flow- straight at Wheezy, nearly knocking that bird ofT his perch, and sending him to the top of another tree near by. After which, the robin perched on the bough so bravely won, and sang his song of victory. But in the middle of it he stoppeM short. His full, clear eye had fallen upon the raisins within the trap, and he liked raisins, and really knew noth ing at all about traps, for roblnB are trusting birds. Next moment, he flew down and hopped inside, and—well, the top brick came down, and the next time poor robin issued from the trap w«?s when the gardener came round ten min utes later to lock up his sheds for the night, and then the robin was dead. Wheezy sat on in his tree top and chirped. The gardener, however, swore. Also he scratched his head, and in his tem per scattered the bricks of the trap. His master and mistres, you see. loved rob- ings and hated sparrows, and things might go badly with him if he were caught slaying robins. So he went away to hide his victim somewhere—In a rat's hole, I think—and when he came back a fat Utle cock-sparrow coolly flew up from among the remnants of the trap and departed wheezing. There were no raisins left, and it was clear that .poor cock-robin had had no time to eat them before he died. A Rat Climbing. That night Wheezy roosted in the thick ivy which clung to the southwest side of the house. He did so because the wind was northeast; had it been west 50MeTh/a;g HAHR.-'j hah fe - L. (Sum'TThi^ IGNAto 1 Bets you 1 cam U MAKE. SOU 5AY'V30METHMJS r AbAiH&rJyou*L / //Slt-ny, 11 • By Hershfield Dauntless Durham of the U. S. A Showing the Dangers That Await the Unsus pecting at Our Great Railroad Stations 1913, International News Serrice Ouick, l wish to .'YOU SPIDER , l WAS TRAPPED INTO THUS PARLOR i car ,, But 1 TRAIN leaviw. FOR. CINClNAPOUS ORACK 32. _ SHE Wicc. NEVER f*e- CO<rNIL€M€ iw THese VCCOTHE5, KATRINA, ' Your lover Durham is Too FAR I AW/AT TO L HELP VOuJi C HARTER A PRIVATE CAR-MNO/I TO SWIPE |i,n4 some porters .Wi Clothes Katrina must fall into vOjJJ UTTUE DOES MY ] KATRINA KNOW ( THAT I HAVE LEFT l l CINCIN APOUIS to I \ SURPRISE HER WITH U MY OWN CAR ,EAR»B: rl ST HARD — WKAT- | My KATRINA?— 1 FOUC PLAYL^r- I piDNT HAVi TO WAIT AS 1 LON<% AS i l THOOH-HT > IwWOUCt) X A PEW MORE IN i MINUTES 1'cl. I BOARD THE TRAIM FOR CINClNAPOUS \TO HUNT FOR MY HERO DURHAM , \ t SUSPECT HE [/] has met foul Play by T DES (MONOS' HAND fHA, HA,KATRINA IS ON WAY TO MEET HER COUCR- TXMHAM. . she must se j V. mine CINClNAPOUS! THAT'S MY . TRA IM' > The C»NC»NAPOUS EKPge’SS* -TOMORROW By Cliff Sterrett Well, Anyway, a Cat Has Nine Lives Copyright, 1913, Internationa! Mows Serrlce. PAWi mam ■hut OpaCh? ■got/ND U&4VF. y'vwiwLM be Careful HOW You CWR4CR -That hav/landChima PA. iy£ The apple- or MA£ EYFj j^ ami, 6n oor! 1 dome 'Tm/S / /fTORE. Vfoo ty/AS BoRfi. KID ! VtitAmuN ENPouTe'To ^jTTEUTiVf EAR. TuK here 1 poscuuELy r w fl4E LAST ‘ZiRAW! I 17 s KimQA ROUGH on Tom Z- BUT HE'S <SoT VfOREj KECc/PERA'T(UE r— 1 ~thau r J ‘ I H4V/E By Tom McNamara Eaglebeak Puts One Over on the Googly Editor Registered United State* Patent Offle« WAIT A MINUTE, DON'T POOD FOR. PARS COOKED AND SEAMED 'HEY SKINNY, GET CHA NUT I READY, I'U 51-IP YOU A | &OOGIY FOR YOUR . 1 DEPARTMENT! r~~~ < what s The difference between a squirrel's feathers , SHOOT YET I HAVE To GET MY PENCIL SOS i CAN WRITE HIM DOWN ) FER Nothin Ns/ 81 60U.Y, THERE IS GOING TO 3£ ONE HOT GAME TO-DAI, I SHOULD SAH- EAGIEBEAK IS GOING TO 36 .IN THE bon for us and WlGGLEl" \wATS0N, A NEIL guy IS GOING TO CHUCK FOR. THEM THERE 'SOOTHiES'- EOEIRYBODY Says ujiggley ' is some Twirier he is a left hander. JJ. SkIN'MY shamer's sooai depT SHANERS dIawng Ho ' i7 (tUERY ONE A Ci,MOIl ^AILROAO TRACK (OR CAR TRACK, (OoKr OmauMi U'wmnjLaAZl OJHT IS THERE AIO SUCH WflG AS A UOHOLE DAY? - WELL HOW CAN THEY BE, DON'T EVERY DAY BREAK? - sure it do, potfr argue. ■ Harm, cm fan to-, THE ANSWER IS SPINACH ) AIN’T FRUIT! a—, ■> FISHES within. . e a scream from the room banned hoarsely. door!, D&nged, the window was flung un and e moke poure<i f Tom it; people appeared from nowhere, and rushed about with buckets; there was almoSt continuously the hlselng sound wh^h water makes upon fire- onee i" W heezy lay half stunned upon th/somn- on the window- still, he saw the r^d gleam of flames: then the choking smoke grew less and less: some one went can tering away on a horse, and more people came rushing up out of the nigh^and Wheezy heard a man call uot: * mntlni al a *v5SJ’ ^ e ’ ve Sot it under control. A bird woke us up fluttering ^ window or wed have been bum* t?J°£ e £ t a h 0 J eB * ft ® all right; only a few chairs and some curtains." Then Wheezy knew no more • When he awoke he was in a bia warm cage, In a big. warm room, with heaps and heaps of delicacies to eat and plenty to drink. They had found FROM C. T. HUBBARD- HARTFORD, COM- WMAT PART" OF A FISH IS LIKE Ttie ENO OF 4 BOOK ? TAKE A slant in TO-MO*ROU.'6 RAPS* 1 IMARA Illiiiiiiiiit'uilllimUllUHlimillHllimiUlHI 1 L- THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN AND NEWS. WEDNESDAY, MAY 14. 1910. The Dingbat Family •* Most of Us Don ’t Have to Make Them Talk Copyright, 1913. International New* Bar lice. By Herriman Old Wheezy