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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' - )0 MOT HAND WOK Lowm WM&OiiAAJ'l A*jV ROU6H ‘VrVFP, FOK AJo 1>0U8T MJ 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 \ f>AV WHAT WJE OUE y OK&f' 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 ONE DoUA, S'TTV FI CBA>T‘ WOT HE OWE MB rO ( TLEE WEEK WASHES DBA V WE Act BE LITTV BLi/DDA \ To-GEDDA - HC0-lAy - Aw d • — • ■ — ■ - —- . . A/OW PlL/MG UP OAl THE C OUR CowgnTVTiM/A<_ iOP!20W OP A6HTS —^ >Tlce. ChceseL.. Fo /Vlissv DIW6BAT 1NOO- MV .'!!( B^AYVOM Hear. HEAfc. My, Wat ‘ But <L v 'you'RE kTRAty >UBE / I Know a /WAakU. WHAT IS /CROOKED' AlKfcJ 1 EVERY Th/N^ AMD Vetj- VI6NAT2." HE IS CT \ STRAIGHT • Like A) ^TFeaisRoD ") - 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 Oprrtfht. in3, International News Sene# 0,'WW M'STAM TWO -STRIKES OM THIS BUNK HGKO tr.s Funny FAST OMe, BUT VU- HIT THE BAU- RI^HT on Tvie Kiose: - three MEN ON BASES ANC TWO OUT. /AY HIT WILL WIN TN£ GAME (AND KATRINA CAN HIT ' ' \TVIf V/IUAIW SLA. PESMQND DURHAM YOU CAW HIT HIS 'Jdgshvond 63 .T/1 IFF AM 62 Durham, he mill never make a HOME RUM OFF NSC. I'LL HOLt> THE BALL CLOSE . I HAVE A PLAN AM SURE ) HEA iTHE BAT HIT balll, YOU .SHOULD WORRY, ■i DAUNTLESS'THE VILLAIN OESMONO MUST WIN THREE ) OUT OF FIVE (games before , 11 belong to HE '5 } USIWK A sNt tBALL / GRAB lBAll. NOW TO .WIN THE SERIES AM L KATRINA ATRINA,' (THR£6\ STRIPS. \ Youtof THIS SPiKr WILL PAM Durham ak/b retire -me SIDE ! By Cliff Sterrett Just a Slight Mistake on the Collector’s Part Oeppnffht. ltl3. IntereatioBAl News B*rv1«e 1touRE /M IVROU6. Bo' .THE. L PEOPLE yourr AFfep M/U/te REMU THE j Coop! Were - THE NEW/ -rEAMM-l'T: INfiMLMtwfs? my me r PAIO cash FtR THAT l PMWEy.TEU] Vears (— ACrO! WE LI 4TE5 T Do Th/S, lady But VbuSfe Shoulda ktP'T up VTr INSTALMENTS / ^Auhw/wa WE'VE CAME To Tare The. PiAUO. A\MVI This Wepe P£WnJS!j if any- r BuoV SHOULD ASK yOL/! WHIZ : AIN'T -PHIS' DUNN'£ j \V/, | viL/HiT^ -THA ' Lift 'PR UP A BIT LeFT>/' 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 yEP fcISTiR. ILL 6ET SHE 6 LOOK- IN' FOR HIM. well, 60US SHE WONT FIND HM THAT'S A CINCH - l doped our VA SCHEME To fcol Y believe r m / s me WHEP.fS THAI $rEF BROTHER. 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 - T»£ 61AMIS LOSjED YESTERDAY. <Sol oa/U> <r: STAlJDlUL Of THE" CLUBS LV. L.P.C. e I .889 s N .SSi. r M-.sst, HINKI6& tHAATtl 9O0THIC& OL6AL. THAT THERE'S THE G'Niv UIHAF ' PARED YOOR STEP BROTHERS YoP HK% VJOERE GONNA HAVE SKINNY SHAKER'S 6006LY DEPARTMENT shaner's cIa^iTnCj lessons man iN . -me mooN wn&utvi to tyustoAbutfe AsWWW “STRAUDBeRRY SHORT CAKE SUPPER j to-niuhi: ^ DO SATISFY TOO? ocwr UJEAKEN what does the Buffalo on the new mckel stand for-‘cause he CANT SIT DOUJN - AVJ 6AVUANI HiTliLtL fnc Ipltc-dofr 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! t" Ijl'i mHi 1 l