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TTTE ATLANTA GEORGIAN AND NEWS. MONDAY. MAY 19, 191.' The Dingbat Family Women Are All Such Vain Creatures Co|4)nfQt, 101 £. InternatiuDB. »» Kmw 3 y Herriman ) mf-. 0\ u- , fo I ~ / o - r TeEw : OUHitaKEM^ AiUT You NEVER DONE PIMPING ’ ALWAYS AT IT AfCRtv/NG NOON AND AJI6HT I NEVER SEEN SUCH VAMTV IV ACL. MV dFS AT THEPE i: V IK THIS HOUSE- - , A/EVER r iGAiSf (.ouid i Bcppouu A) BIT CP VflUIL c - /FRECKLE. CREAM ) v —l MA MAN ? ' AJ&tfHBk 051 Ocsm D:ag rr ) This VAmity AiwY hUMANJ Vjts Wicked 50A.IE ONE © Yes sir Ee . SAYS A« ouA EEb LIKE A L IS~0 DOUAFS - ©OR A PAW , H ELECTRIC Air. Restorer, what- -you ORDERED sift. -J ^ Her One Comfort “Y V©- I6AA72' Sft7\ Think )m _ c y KRfVZY D cvrj W ©hats inhere Same DAY^ TtouFfe tUotNG To 6e A DlbAPROIMTEDS -MICE - 1&NAY2 ■ Because Some Ivw Vou'cl F/nd cut 7m \ Twt icPRibs greatest Cil ecrons / Ichats An. The ©me Been 1 \ MEfeELVPr AV/MG A PART /ME,AND TUe 1 ' /Missis And |i 1 A 'ARE A A VDDTE-N KID5H Dauntless Durham of the U. S. A. Despite Our Hero’s Keen Eye for the Ball, Desmond’s Foul Play Win* the Game CoffMgfct, 1W8, International News 8-r*1r# By Hershfield c,<** wow You) CusTeN pal,I've ) desviomd. the ) i put glue on BAsCS ARf FULU \SECOND BASE. and Durham is 1 \ ill cET him VHlT. OUR PCAM »W'LL WORK AT BAT ,FA1R BAUU thata 5OMC HIT. W6‘cu WlNj THE" AMD KATRiUA 1 WILL ee - , AWFifUDERS AR£ WORKINC* well TH6V ARE SEND -, ‘WCr^THe BAU_ I CAN OUT- | SPEED THC Ball . now iTO TOUCH iCCOMD-’ 's/// /// 'Ll. DROP THE" ; (THC VILLAIN j j nu-r^*^ BALL PuRPOsecV,) * UJlc T '“- D » CT ' 1,0UT AND CUT-THE Durham is on THE <tCUET> Bag MY R.0PE IDEA WILL <V<VEHIM A SUDDEN jolt: HAS DROPPED ; OUT AND CUT THE HAD URUKreuj , onoc -tvjk THr BALL.N0' To CrCT TD THIRD AND j ROPE IN THIS DUST. \ M€ MUST KNOW NOTHING- mv noble Durham THE villain Must WIN ANOTHER. firAME BEFORE HE" CAN GET ME. i LOVE YOU AND l KNOW LOVE SNILL WIN OUT gilll PesmomC7^2 in UP!" I-ToMCE.F’DW ^ Polly and Her Pals ^ ^ 0 ^’ a perfectl y Natural Mistake Copyrt*bt, Wit. International News Serrioe. By Cliff Sterrett OBTA~f (joaISI gen THPVVr 637 Their l/F(?ct wrrw 'EM I Mnm4 c* C. nek I Is Hi 6ui$s sfou riR6n )6u Ha/to A WAV FftOM HS2L LA© 'WEEK BOX'S! v"be-tTEP.| CEKIME HELP /'on IX/ID \ Veh Shoes aw ( CALI A 'TAY'I ^ ! Qi/nt J?<6tfTi KtoW That You Mention it 1 DISTINCTLY recall the CircumStance! T IT'S So DERN 1 Relcom I <SlT A Chance To 6Vt hunk, I THINK l'LL LET ©M W/ORRY A WHILE 1 C"- T VCeggiTr. Us Boys Now It Looks Like Action in the “Lege” Feftstered Tnited StatAe Tatent Olflee By Tom McNamara ! SOSH EAliCEBEAK, THAT THERE K'D STEP SISTER OF T IYOORW (S PuTTiV OOR. TEAM ON THE BUNK. SHE'S f aluiats fou.er.in'too and sooeal/n when too try to WORK AND - 7 EHES iSOHHA WE T V A lAT off for J / A WHILE r — V. V 4o T twe MEASLES'. J ( H0U3 WANT 1$ \ SHE <50T SHES r. PLENTY I SHOULD SAT 1 C:i FOOD FOR FANS EXrRA* TO DAYS COMPLETE STORY. OU did!” cried Johnny Phil- big-, tumultuously. "Didn’t!" asserted Georgia 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 Phllbig house came Phllbig himself, tall, immacu late and with head carried high. Hi? 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. Phiibig’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 Philbig 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, Philbig was unable to determine the cause of the disaster. He limped on his way with smothered rage within his breast. j Very Snappy. “Hello, old man!” $aid Billicks at the station, and he slapped Phllbig on the shoulder. In a quieter condition of mind Phtl- j big would have let Billicks knock him down and would have pretended to ! like it, for Philbig 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-outh!'* 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 fool 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. 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 h(?r Confusion and wrath. f “Cat!’’ she said in the direction of Mrs. Driggs. I had begun to think she was a rather decent neighbor, but this shows what she is actually like. I shall blackball her this after noon when her name is voted on at the club. It is my duty to the com munity!” Blackball Mrs. Driggs sihe did. and MA. Driggs’ beet 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 I building. A Terrible Day. Just for Fun T Ay; ©/ &)$H THAT S LOCK A/NT IT? , ccoiDN r L CALL if N6TH.N E-St THAT l KNOW OF I SHOULD "SAT'. ty L V5AS v — . CCOKED AMD f , a v°T TANSJEK OCirt.A DO THIY YA’LL PUTCHA PtEPER 1 ' ONTHA BUNK'. 60SH.OI9 YA HEAR THE NEWS? Ea<=LG - BEAK IS GOtN'TA PlTc« 1 REVELER FOR A WHILE ; ncwo'.-ainT THAT SWE© 6C1SH, NOW UOfKTCrt US U)/tO 6AT1ES J c 0 dLJL \i. SKIN NT S HAMERS 6006U1 DEPT S e«/ 5 J0 , ( uS? ' " ?:C « T QrrAxuw WHElJ is A SOLDIER .Our. A SOLDIER? - WHEN, HES A fQQr <SE£ DIWTToo KO0U0 THAT ‘ o\sl -fiyi tb-d*2Q FROI^ | KEY T5I 60T— D.S.A. lOHAf EWES T)0R£ HO NET T74A.N A BEE ? HURRY I'P AND TAilE-YOOR- TIME' TO 06PF THIS OUT — AMS-UFa. Tr-Nflggot.' — "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 hurband, grimly. "For there wont be any electric! Billicks’ firm, after practically promising that order to me. switched over and gave it to Smith! There goes ST.Ono in profits, it e’U be eating sawdust for a while instead of buying electrics, I’m think- ing!" I "Why should we have such dread ful luck!" wailed Mrs. Philbig. "Its | just bad luck and not a single sou! to blame! Is that you. Johnny? Come kiss mother—he’s the only real eom- [ fort we have in all this trouble!” JVTTS. BROWN, telephoning to a 1 friend one morning, happened to say: "1 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 will 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. He» throat improved and she went to the party. During dinner she chanced - to overhear the gentleman opposite say to his neighbor: "J had an amusing experience the other morning. I was telephoning and the wires became crossed. I sud denly heard a lady’s voice say: ‘I have such a bad throat I sha’nt he 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. "Dh, that you will never know.” answered Mrs. Brown, laughing, and rang off.