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THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN AND NEWS. S.VITRDAY, MA Y17. 191
By Herriman
The Dingbat Family
A Bachelor’s
Diary
The Old Man*s Sentiments Were Cordially Received
Copvnfht. 1W3. latere* tMUU Ser»ire
M'/ND Fpieajds SweetTrieaiDlv' -
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his Simple- heart, beats The vr*v ,
SEAJr/MEAJTS I HAVE- OUST -—— ■— J
" —>. EXPRESSES —J
r I JUST WANNA TELL Woo RlteHT AlOUJ 'WAT}—
The Time A dot TAP ofh lvhe.n we. will All
s live. 4ike Am/ab^e. brother?-. the ric
1 sharing with the. Pdcr.; The Strong/ ~
helP/ng The M/piRM debts
\ WIU BE DAJfCMOWAj Wtt SHALL
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0^>WEST A1EM, 7——
7HV fjheajds we beem askeP ro (
ADDfctss A Few WORDS T> You X
I CW THE GREAT SOCIAL, economic ,l
KXJTiCAL UPHEAVAL WHICH l‘
By MAX
/Atissy D/AJfeEAT ‘ TALK B/u
/H0W6ST TALK He PAX /ME
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WOT HE OWE MB rO (
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>UBE / I Know a /WAakU.
WHAT IS /CROOKED' AlKfcJ
1 EVERY Th/N^ AMD Vetj-
VI6NAT2." HE IS CT
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OH, HOUJ STRANGE^
\HOW STRANGE.,^
\H0al SrBAWGE
|F A /MAW A'AJt"'
straight; he 1^
SA “(CROOKS ' O-
CAiwr HE -IGAAT2'
our love. She doesn’t know that the
precious jewel is only a worthless
bauble. She hasn't learned from the
experience of her older sisters that
the woman who accepts this love of
man finds it no magic in banishing
loneliness and regret and pain and
sorrow-, but rather a lodestone that
attracts them.
It is fight, tight, fight all the time;
a fight to retain my personal charm3;
a fight to keep him Interested; a
fight to forget myself in satisfying
every longing he may have, physical,
mental or spiritual: a fight to give
him just so much of myself he will
never know satiety and will always
want more; a fight to keep him from
the clutches of that Other Woman,
always standing like a threatening
| phantom in the background, and th?n
when T have his love, what do I pos
sess? Something about as lasting .is
a soap bubble and never worth the
price! ”
That was the cry of 8ally Spencer
and it seems to me to be the cry of
all the wives dragging in weary pro
cession before my mental vision. Th‘'y
are all fighting so hard to keep the
love sonic man once urged them to
accept, and we. who should be the
ones to fight to keep the love of wom
an, are cruel in the knowledge that
having once won her love .30 easi'«
and thoughtlessly we have w^n it
for life.
I have seen a great deal of Sally
since the morning a week ago when
she dropped the mirror she had al
ways held before her and let me spc
into the depths of her soul. She
seems to find a greater joy in the
presence of the children, something
deeper than joy, in fact, a comfort, a
promise, a forgetfulness.
“I always wanted a baby,” she said
wistfully one day, “but Jack didn’t.”
On another occasion a «he remarked
that every w ife made a‘great mistake
in thinking that the love a man had
for her would be the greater if there
were no children to share it. “It
grows less.” with a sigh, “and I wish
I could tell this to all young wives.”
She says little about Jack’s wan
derings into forbidden paths, but I
gather from chance remarks that
they had not been numerous, but have
been serious while they lasted.
“Every man," bending her head
over a rent in 3 doli dress which she
was repairing, “stations his wife at
h fixed post and wanders away,
knowing he will find her there with
arms outstretched to welcome him
whenever it suits him to return. If
she reproaches, if she chides, if she
weeps, he will only wander off again,
and remain longer. She must smile,
with her arms outstretched, grateful
that he returns to her; ignoring for
the sake of her happiness and the
security of her home the fact that he
comes back with another woman’s
kisses still warm on his lips.”
She Knew Max.
She said it as if thinking aloud,
And I. as one who also though aloud,
replied: “Yet, knowing this, you once
almost made a natch between Mar
garet Hill and me. I can’t imagine
she would stand on a fixed post with
her arms outstretched in forgiveness.
She is good; so good she is removed
above every understanding of temp
tation; so good she could never for
give.”
“But you would not wander away,
Max. I know you better than you
know yourself.”
“I am not a better man than Jack
Spencer.”
“No,” thoughtfully, “in many ways
you are not as good. But you are
nearly 60, and you have spent a life
time in following your impulses. You
have found it doesn’t satisfy. When
you sit alone and think of the past,
it is with regret and humiliation for
what you have done. When Jack
Spencer is in meditative mood, he is
regretting what he didn’t do.”
"But why ” I began.
“Because I married him w r hen he
was very young and have taken care
that he had no opportunities. The
wild oats crop he might have sowed
is always a pleasing retrospect to a
man who has been kept good in spite
of himself.”
“Here,” holding up a diminutive
garment of muslin and lace, “is the
party dress of the Princess Aline, just
as good as new.”
Manette climbed to her lap to as
sist in robing the Princess Aline, and
the brown-eyed pup barked so fierce
ly for the place occupied by Her Royal
Highness on Manette's lap. and made
such frantic efforts to get there, that
1 lifted him up, and then stood back,
laughing at the picture they made.
It was not till we were escorting
Mrs. Spencer home an hour later that
I found chance to ask the question I
had been asking myself over and over
again:
“Knowing Jack's weakness, why do
you invite the widow to your house?”
It was not till we had reached the
steps, and she had given good-by
kisses to her little hostesses and ail
their dolls, and had shaken hands
with the brown-eyed pup and the kit
tens, that she replied:
"When a mother is so prompt in
saving her child from the fire that JA
is never burned, it never learns
to play with fire. I intend to
By Hershfield
Even in the Great National Game
Desmond Can’t Play Fair
Dauntless Durham of the
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three MEN
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TWO OUT. /AY
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AM SURE ) HEA
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balll,
YOU .SHOULD WORRY,
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Just a Slight Mistake on the Collector’s Part
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By Tom McNamara
tjjt You Can’t Fool That Kid Step-Sister of Eaglebeak’s
K«fi»te"ed United States Patent Office
Hess come* EAGlEBEAKS kid
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IN' FOR HIM. well, 60US SHE
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WHEP.fS THAI
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OF AJiNE ?
U/ELL (T'S U£RY UERY STRANfcE .
MY STEP BROTHER. HASN'T BEEN
to ms'roMeoNt'lesson kw. two
DA'IS AND I CANT FIND HIM ANY
PLACE AND PA Toco MA TO TEl-L. /
ME TO TELL HIM - jl
I AIN' P GOT H/M. DIDN'T CHA HEAR THAT I
CANNED WM OFFER OUR TEAM J - luEve GsT
A NEW GUY NOW, HES A LEFT HANDER '.
60Y WAS EAGLfQSAK* -
' DiO_- Ho, HO, HO, HAJ - Tȣ
61AMIS LOSjED YESTERDAY.
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STAlJDlUL Of THE" CLUBS
LV. L.P.C.
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HINKI6&
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9O0THIC&
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THAT THERE'S THE G'Niv UIHAF ' PARED YOOR STEP BROTHERS YoP
HK% VJOERE GONNA HAVE
SKINNY SHAKER'S
6006LY DEPARTMENT
shaner's
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SUPPER j
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DO SATISFY TOO?
ocwr
UJEAKEN
what does the Buffalo
on the new mckel
stand for-‘cause he
CANT SIT DOUJN -
AVJ 6AVUANI
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FROM 'AJAX'-YONKERS USA.
WHEN IS A SOLDIER,
AJOr A SOLD IE R. ?
u/ i uhliiu *
Jack Spencer get so badly burned this I
timo that ho TV'ill never am naor <kn '
time that he will never go near the
flamei again.”
And I had always thought in the
cacksure, self-satisfied manner of my
sex, that I knew all about woman!
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