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THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN AND NEWS. MONDAY. MAY 10. 1913. The Dingbat Family Women Are All Such Vain Creatures Copyr.fbi, |t!3. International N«» wnc* B y Herriman TreEH U/HlUlKEMS •'!!} JAlWT Voo AJEVER Dowe \ PfciMPJAJc* * ALWAYS AT) /COULD \ loft ft. ou/ A) 1 BIT OP V0UR_ ' ' Her One Comfort IGNAT 2 W\ \TmNK . c, V KfeATV' Ds«rJ \ V/OLI ' 'Thats uxefee S^ale DAy Thjbe <5cik& To Be A DIYjAPPOUMTEDS /MICE '1&NAT, ; Because Scmb Ivw VcoLl Fvajd out 7m \ .The ujofeuDs greatest Ol EcTbus _/ \ Ilshats Au-TmeTme Seev \ -MERELY Pi AV/AJO A Part - / Vc-HO .r, <ME / AAiD'mei < /Missis^ And ! A Arp a <i \P02EN KlDSjj Dauntless Durham of the U. S. A. Despite Our Hero’s Keen Eye for the Ball, Desmond’s Foul Play Wins the Game Copyrtfht 1018, Tatenurtlona) Svm Barbra By Hershfield Polly and Her Pals «** ^ Oh, a Perfectly Natural Mistake Copyright. )*23, International News Service. By Cliff Sterrett <?UITE J?(6HTl \yioNU That Vou iMeutiow n 6ut$s Vou rtR6n S6u rtu/Lo\ i diSTiucTly Am/ FPOM HECTl last ZJ recall -The vi^EEK BOSS! y'^TeRj L- M?r/wct i LEMME HELP V'OkJ mid] jCtRCUMilAN'-u. ver Shoes aw ' s——' 1/ <C4U A -1AYI . I __ I \ rrlr 5o derm ^lcoH, 1 <5nr HCmAHTE To dfn l "THlMK t'LL LEI 'eh worrv A wmiLfc.'. Us Boys t * GOSH EAGLE BEAK, THAT THERE <115 STEP SISTER OF \ Nporm ts puTIin' our. team om ■me - bunk., she's r AUDAYS POlLERiN'YOO AMD 5O0EAL/N UUHEM TOO TRY To WORK AMD - Now It Looks Like Action in the “Lege” T $HE‘* G0HMAW6 v A OPP PGR Rrgifte.-rd Dotted Stale* Patent Office By Tom McNamara 40 T TP£ fAEASLES! HOU) «AN , f IS ^OH PLENTY I SHOULD SAT! 'I FOOD FOR. FANS COOKED 1 YAMBJ&R. 0U6HTA rvi o* 1 DO THi*). YALL CAl PUTCHA PEtPER*’ ONTHA bunk . GOSH DID YA HEAR THS NEWS? EA^LE- BEAK IS GOIN'TA PITCH REVELER FOR. A vOHILB N(i\ij'-AlN'r THAT SlDEu.’ 60SH, MOU) UWCH DA uj/tO 6AMES i j ^ 60SH THAT LUCK. AIN IT? cooldmtC CALL IT M6TH IN' ELSE THAT l KMOUi OF I SHOULD C AVI TPJaovwa —. SKINNY SHAKERS 600GIY DEPT SHANER'S EASY TO-DAY’S COMPLETE STORY. TOU did!” cried Johnny Phll- \ biff. tumultuously. “Didn’t!” asserted Georgde Driggs. emphatically. And then the fight was on. Jt 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 Philblg house came Philblg himself, tall, immacu late and with head carried high. His I polished shoe, descending on a red and white marble, shpt 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 was unable to determine the cause of the disaster. He limped on his way with smothered rage w'ithin his breast. Very Snappy. “Hello, old man!” said Billlcks at the station, and he slapped Philblg on the shoulder. In a quieter condition of mind Phil- big would have let Blllicks knock him down and would 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. Driggs, who was frankly laughing at the funny figure Mrs. Philblg 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 w r rath. ‘('at!” 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 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, v' A Terrible Day. "Had a frightful day!” Philbig told Ills 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 profits. 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 kisti mother—he's the only real com fort we have In all this trouble!" 1 Just for Fun tiO 2.1- picket pence DRAWING LP5S0NS 0/rsMiV^ UJHEfJ IS A SOLDIER fJjT. A SOLDIER.? - WHEN HES A poaf-—. 0££ dmwttou kUOcu THAT - ? MAfuh sta -fo 1 FROM [KEY hOl60T— O.S.A, U>HAr<S!V)ES tyozE W0ME1 THAN A 6E£ ? HURRY UP AMD TAK£-T00R TINE TO DOPE THi<; OOT- .4M<JCgR- TD-rquRRDuj — lyilS. BROWN, telephoning t friend one morning, happened say: “I have such a bad sore thr I'm afraid I can not go to that < ner party to-morrow night.” Just then something went wr with the connection and she he a strange voice break in: “Gargle your throat with bal soda and I think you will be abli go to your dinner.” "Who Is this speaking?” as Mrs. Brown, startled. "Oh, that you will never kne answered the voice. Mrs. Brown was greatly ami and decided to try the remedy throat improved and she went to party. During dinner she char to overhear the gentleman oppo say to his neighbor: "I had an amusing experience other morning. I was telephot and the wires became crossed. I s denly heard a lady’s voice say: have such a bad throat I sha’nt able to go to that dinner party.' , for fun I broke In and said, ''Ga your throat with baking soda you'll be all right.’ The lady’s v in reply sounded rather surprised wonder if she took my advice." Mrs. Brown was greatly temi to reveal her identity as the her. of the episode, but she decided i she could get more fun another \ She made careful inquiry of hostess as to the gentleman’s name and address, and next mon called him up. When he answ< she said: "T Just wanted you to know th; took your advice, gargled my th; with baking soda and was able tc to the dinner." “Who—who Is this speaking?” ci an astonished voice from the o: end of the wire. “Oh, that you will never kn< answered Mrs. Brown, laughing, rang off.