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THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN AND NEWS. MONDAY. MAY 19, 1913. The Dingbat Family Women Are All Such Vain Creatures Cup>r got. 1913. International New* ferric* B y Herriman uTeew- WMiutr * . 111 A nut voo a/eveki dome PftfMP/AJG ’ AaMYi AT' IT /M0&K/N6 KOOK) AA.D AJIffHT I NEVER SEE/U SUM VAMITV IK) ALL. MV <-iE£ AY> TMEAE is iaj This House. AEVEft. Coutb I Fv>krou/ A Bit op Yfiuf*. RFffcCKLE. CREAM MA MAH f'AwdfHBft OKS,\ -i Gosh - Di/og fr, 'This VANITY [1GNAT2 "^5o\ l Think IM C >"Th\nK rr } l— (huh t f Whats iuhsae Some DAY YfcuPfe <2>o;\x» To Be A [MbAPPoiMYEDS MICE Because Some Lay VouIl Fva/d out /Vi \ The icofeLBs fafetATEsr Cil Ecrotcs / ujhats Ace The 'T/me $bem \ MERELY Pi AV/M& A PA&Y 1 ■'"•V (Missis, A/ud II l A are a m aPO^EM rt’IDsji Dauntless Durham of the U. S. A. Despite Our Hero’s Keen Eye for the Ball, Desmond’s Foul Play Wins the Game ©opyriftit. If 18, International Ifewe gen Ice By Hershfield Us Boys v't <SO*H EAilEBEAK, THAT THERE KID STEP SISTER OP YOORM (S PuTTlN OUR. TEAM ON THE" BUNK. SHE ALWAYS PQU.ER.IN'YOU AND SQOEAl/N when too try to WORK. AND - «j£ Now It Looks Like Action in the “Lege" 3P T Reglaterefl Hnlted St* fee Patent Offee By Tom McNamara FOOD FOR FANS ;D Her One Comfort •* Y TO-DAY’S COMPLETE STORY. OU did!” cried Johnny Phil- big:, tumultuouBly. ‘Didn’t!” asserted Georgfie Drlgrgrs. 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 Phllblg house came Phllblg 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. Phllblg’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 Phllblg 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, Phllblg was 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 Bllllcks at the station, and he slapped Phllblg on the shoulder. In a quieter condition of mind Phll blg would have let Btllicks knock him down and would have pretended to like it, for Phllblg was angling for a huge order from Billlck’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 Bllllcks to himself, indignantly. Several times on the way to town he repeated the word. Later in the day when the order cam© up for discussion and the senior mem ber said he’d like to throw It to a friend of his, Bllllcks 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 th© 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. 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, hut 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. 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’ firm, 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. "Its 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 all this trouble!" Just for Fun COOKED YA/oWr ootiHTA cyrpA 1 DO THIS. YALL 6 A l PUTCHA peeper* 5 ONTHA BUNK.'. GOSH, DID YA HEAR THE MEWS! EACLE - BEAK IS £0<N'TA PlTc« REGELER FOR. A WHILE | ncwo'.-ainT THAT SWEll‘ GOSH, AJ0U3 WNTCH DS U>/tO GAMES l j j SKINNY SHAMERS 6000.1 DtPT Omiuttn. t UOHElJ IS A SOLDIER iOoT, A SOLDIER.? - WHEN, HES A poqt— oe£. wfwryoij KODUJ that ? FRO00 | KET 001601— 0. S,A- HlHfiT 6IVJES VOZE HO NSY THAN A BEE ? HURRY UP ADO TAKE-TOO* TINE' TO 0QPE THiS OUT — ANS'jUcR. TP-YjORROuj ^ TViflS. BROWN, telephoning t friend one morning, happened say: ”1 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 h< a strange voice break in: “Gargle your throat with bai soda and I think you will be able go to your dinner.” “Who is this speaking?” as Mrs Brown, startled. "Oh, that you will never km answered the voice. Mrs. Brown was greatly amt 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 1 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 tern] to reveal her identity as the her. of the episode, but she decided i she could get more fun another n She made careful inquiry of hostess as to the gentleman’s name and address, and next mori called him up. When he anew* she said: "I just wanted you to know tin took your advice, gargled my thi with baking soda and was able tc to the dinner." “Who—who is this speaking?" c: an astonished voice from the oi end of the wire. "Oh. that you will never knt answered Mrs. Brown, laughing, rang off.