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— THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN AND NEWS. MONDAY. MAY 10. 1010. The Dingbat family Women Are All Such Vain Creatures Copyright. 1»13, International Nova $*rr1c* B y Herriman Her One /Teew m/HituKEA/6 AajDI lAlWt VOU NEVER DOW£ PftlVP/AJ& * ALWAYS AT I IT AjOPNIW6 NOON t NUTH? I NEVER SEE/U | SUCH VANITY IN ACC , MV CiF£ A c o THERE iS im This House. S (AtEVgft. ~ * [Ah6fHZk oSS\ SGosh-Dim& rrj \T?3k> vanity 7 AtAlV HUMAN} rri Iwicked 50/WB- OWE.To SEE "HAWK/NS" Vss sir eeY SAY 5 OttA TED LIKE A ( /TO D0LLAAG ; r FDR A PATEajT H ELECTRIC AID. RESTORER UUHA? VOU RED, Sift. V^ > That5 uxe&e Some DAy^ Vsurs <3oiwe To Be A DlSAPPdWTEDS MlCBj 'l&MATD' jb Dauntless Durham of the U. S. A. Because Some tw Voulu Fvwd our I'm 'The worlds greatest Til EcTors Iuhats Acc The T/me Beb/u ■ MERELY L. av;aj& a Part - •f ( Vo-HO - r_r\ 'ME,AWD Tie MlSSIS / A/UD A 'ARE A Pozem trios' Despite Our Hero’s Keen Eye for the Ball, Desmond’s Foul Play Wins the Game Copyright. IBIS. International News Bailee By Hershfield IS 1 B ‘ i: i* YHTH VOVJ SMOHD. TWC BASES ARf FULc AKIt> DURHAM IS AT BAT! (listen pal,rve purc^cue on second base, ill LET him IT. OUR PtAM WILL WORK: ■nilr 1 Fair. I Ball. ^Tthat-s 5OMf HIT. VUE’CC WINJ the- AWD KATR'Wfl 1 WILL Qg - , me' S*r MY#ieU)eRS are WOR-ICINC* well thcv are^ send'-, iwcr-rne €> I CAN OUT- 1 speed -me ball, mow i~TD TOUCH second) '//// /rt ■ I'Lc DROP THe BALL- P uRPosexv. Durham is on THE GLUED Bag My ROPf I UFA WILL <5-1 ve HIM A SUDDfcN 00 cr: (THg VILLAIN HAS DROPPED 1 THE" 3ALL.NOv. To CrET TD Third and HOME.' ( NOW TP TAG HIM < OUT AND CUT TUP i OUT AND CUT THT ROPE IN THIS DUST HC MUST KNOW NOTHING- my noblc Durham THE VILLAIN MUST WIN ANOTHER GAME" BEFORE He CAN G^t M£. 1 LOVE VOU AND I KNOW LOWS' ON ILL WIN OUT TT Batter. UP!” !-Tomorrow- Polly and Her Pals ^ <* Oh, a Perfectly Natural Mistake Copyright. 1M3, Iatematlonal News Service. By Cliff Sterrett OG&n {yVA&l £ul THEVVe 6Tdl Their. L/EfGK/T. WITH "EM « 0'- SW „ >t * L o> imiimu aifli o> CLICK'! <7 T-^i ifcs ■ Quite jfiefTT*. \Mo«/ That vbu - .^ MEHTion IT <£de£S VouFergit )6u Moi/Eolh PiSThJCTlV Amy FROM HECE. LAST RECALL THE W^EEK BOSS'. V'BEETEI^ ^^ .n.1 LEMMF_ HELP y'oKl WID I I^IRCuMSTAMCL. Ver Shoes aw ' « ' 1/ - CAU A TAVT .1 _ / V I IT'S" 5b DERH 1 ' Relcom, 1 <S7t A Chance To <STt huwk, I THlHk l'LL let 'em WorrV A WHILE 1 C 1 *> Al p cy. Us Boys Registered Hnlted Stete* Patent Office By Tom McNamara EAu.LEBEAK, TV AT TVEfcE kiF step”sister op" VOURW (A PUTTIN' ODR TEAM ON THE BLINte. SHE 5 AuUATS POaERlN'iOO AND SQUEALIN' 1 when tod trt to «U0ltl< AND - ' UDHHHi 7 l 1 ( SHES 40HMA WE V A LAI OFF FOR 7 A WHILE \ 4oT ine measles'. I : J \ < K ^HE’S y H0U3 SHE WANT IS 60T yOH PLENTY. I SHOULD SAT! r. FOOD FOR FANS Tv m 60SH THAI S LUCK. AIN'T IT? >7 cqulontX, CALL IT Nothin else that l kNOW OF I SHOULD , SAT'. cooked SE F E ^/ /L Sk TAMBJER 0U4hlA ryYRA 1 DO THIS. YAt-L C c' 1 r '“' PUTCHA PEEPERS ONTHA BUHK'• 60 SH 01D YA HEAR THE NEWS? EACLE- BEAK IS QOIN'TA P«Tch RE6ELER FOR. A WJHILE Nauo'.-AlN'r THAT SIOEll? 60SH, N0U) WfsTCH 03 tt)/tO 6AMES i j ^ ~K>ai^ar\ —• SKINNY SHANER'S 600CLT DEPT ^ l ■ V aJO 3.1- PickeT pence Comfort TO-DAY’S COMPLETE STORY. «y c rOU did!” cried Johnny Phil* big, tumultuously. “Didn’t!*’ asserted Ge®rfd« Driggs, emphatically. And then the fight was on. It raged down the sidewalk and around the corner, and for a time the game of marbles was abandoned and forgotten. On the cement walk the little glass spheres reposed quietly, twinkling and waiting. They had not long to wait. Down the steps of the Phllhlg house came Philblg himself, tall, Immacu late and with head carried high. His polished shoe, descending on a red and white marble, shot into the air just as though it had been an ordi nary, unshined, day laborer shoe. Philblg’s head hit the ground a. whack that echoed. There was chaos in his brain when he rose. The disturbing of his per sonal dignity was an insult that stirred Philblg to the depths, and, moreover, his hat was dented, his coat was dusty and one glove was split. This was In addition to the physical pain that he felt. His fall having scattered the marbles, Philblg wa? unable to determine the cause of the disaster. He limped on his way with smothered rage within his breast. Very Snappy. “Hello, old man!*’ said Billicks at the station, and he slapped Philblg on the shoulder. In a quieter condition of mind Phil- big would have let Billicks knock him down and \Vould have pretended to like It, for Philblg was angling for a huge order from Billick’s firm, and had already planned what to do with the profit. But just now his nerves were on edge. So he whirled away angrily from the too familiar hand. “Good morning, sir!” he snapped and stalked off. “Grouch!” said Billicks to himself, Indignantly. Several times on the way to town he repeated the word.* Later in the day when the order came up for discussion and the senior mem ber said he’d like to throw it to a friend of his, Billicks told him to go ahead, because It made absolutely no difference to him whether Philbig got It or not. Shortly after her husband’s disas trous exit from home Mrs. Philbig sailed forth to attend to the day’s marketing. “O-o-ouch!” moaned Mrs. Philbig when her thin-soled pump landed upon a particularly vicious little mar ble that had rolled to the edg of the inside walk. She hopped on one foot and looked for the troublemaker, but it had sped away into oblivion. As she hopped she chanced to ob serve between the window curtains across the street the face of Mrs.tf Driggs, who was frankly laughing at the funny figure Mrs. Philbig made. A stout woman hopping on one foot, with the other foot tenderly nursed In her hand, is rather amusing. Mrs. Philbig knew this, and It added to her confusion and wrath. “Cat!” she said in the direction of Mrs. Driggs. “I had begun to think she was a rather decent neighbor: but this shows w-hat she is actually like. I shall blackball her this after noon w^hen her name Is voted on at the club. It is my duty to the com munity!” Blackball Mrs. Driggs she did. and Mrs. Driggs’ best friend saw her do it and told Mrs. Driggs. That of fended woman said. “That settles it!” and immediately clinched the bargain with the agent for the fashionable new apartment she had heard Mrs. Philbig say she was dying to get. And it was the only one left in the building. A Terrible Day. “Had a frightful day!” Philbig told his wife, gloomily, when he came home to dinner. "Don't mention it,” she returned, mournfully. “So have I! What do you think? That hateful Driggs wo man signed the lease to-day for that apartment we have just decided we'd take! And it has a garage for the electric and everything!" "Don't weep over that!" said her husband, grimly. “For there won't be any electric! Billicks’ Arm, after practically promising that order to me, switched over and gave it to Smith! There goes $7,000 in proflls. We'll be eating sawdust for a while instead of buying electrics, I’m think- ' ing!” "Why should we have such dread ful luck!" wailed Mrs. Philbig. "It's just bad luck and not a single soul to blame! Is that you. Johnny? Come kiss mother—he's the only real com fort we have in ail this trouble!” SHANERS EAST DRAWING lessons Qwzwen. c whenJ is a soldier. iOor. A SOLDIER.? - UJHEN HES A FOOT OE£ won 7" You tetJOW THAT - ? FR0IS IKET MI60T— U. S.A- WHAT" SIDES VOZE HONEY THAN A BE £ ? HURRY UP AN0 TAK£-TOOR TIME TD OOPS 00? — ■-NtwET. TP-.T!0Reoiu — Just for Fun IVpS. BROWN, telephoning to a friend one morning, happened to say: "I have such a bad Sore throat. I’m afraid I can not go to that din ner party to-morrow night.” Just then something went wrong with the connection and she heard a strange voice break in: "Gargle your throat with baking soda and I think you w-ill be able to go to your dinner." “Who is this speaking?" asked Mrs Brown, startled. "Oh, that you will never know '■ answered the voice. Mrs. Brown was greatly amused and decided to try the remedy Her threat improved and she went to he party. During dinner she char,bed to overhear the gentleman opposite say to his neighbor: "I had an amusing experience the other morning. I was telephoning and the wires became crossed. I sud denly heard a lady’s voice say: ■> have such a bad throat I sha'nt be able to go to that dinner party.’ Just for fun I broke in and said, ‘Gargle your throat with baking soda and you’ll be all right.' The lady’s voice in reply sounded rather surprised. I wonder if she took my advice.” Mrs. Brown was greatly tempted to reveal her identity as the heroine of the episode, but she decided that she could get more fun another way. She made careful inquiry of her hostess as to the gentleman’s full name and address, and next morning called him up. When he answered she said: “I just wanted you to know that I took your advice, gargled my throat with baking soda and was able to go to the dinner.” “Who—who is this speaking?” came an astonished voice from the other end of the wire. ■» “Oh, that you will never know-,” answered Mrs. Brown, laughing and rang off.