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THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN AND NEWS. MONDAY. MAY 10. 1010.
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Women Are All Such Vain Creatures
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Despite Our Hero’s Keen Eye for the Ball,
Desmond’s Foul Play Wins the Game
Copyright. 1913, International News Servlet
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PcJy and Her Pals Oh, a Perfectly Natural Mistake
Copyright, MUS, International News Service.
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TO DAY’S COMPLETE STOflY.
did I” cried Johnny Phil*
Y Lip. tumoltuously.
"Didn’t!” aiiserted Georgia
Driggs, emphatically. And then the
! light wag 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
1 little glass spheres reposed quietly,
twinkljng and waiting. They had not
long to,wait.
Down the steps of the Phllhlg house
came Philbig himself, tall, immacu
late and with head carried high. His
polished shoe, descending on a red
j and white marble, shot Into the air
; just as though it had boen an ordi
nary, unshined, day laborer shoe.
I Philhig’s head hit the ground a
whack that echoed.
There was chaos In his braln when
he rose. The disturbing of his per
sonal dignity was an Insult that
stirred Philbig to the depths, and,
moreover, Ills 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.
Very Snappy.
“Hello, old man!” said .Blllicks at
the station, and he slapped* Philbig on
the shoulder.
In a quieter condition of mind Phll-
big would have let Billicks knock him
down and would have pretended to
like it. for Philbig- was angling for a
huge order from Rillick’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 towq 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 tofd him to go
ahead, because |t made absolutely no
difference to hinrwhether Philbig got
it or not.
Shortly after her husband’s disas
trous exit from home M!rs. 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. 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. “1 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.
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 thai
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
hus'band, 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.
W e’!l 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
kise mother—he’s the only real com
fort we have in all this trouble!”
Just for Fun
IV/pS. BROW N, telephoning to
tnenri one morning, happened t
say:
"1 have such a bad sore throa
I'm afraid I can not go to that dii
ner party to-mht-tow night.”
Just then something went wroti
with the Connection and she heat
a strange voice break In:
“Gargle your throat with bakir
soda and I think you will he able i
go to your dinner."
“Who is this speaking?” a sk«
Mrs. Brown, startled.
Oh. that you will never know
answered the voice.
Mrs. Brown was greatly a must
and decided to try the remedy. Hi
throat improved and she went to tl
party. During dinner she chanct
to overhear the gentleman opposi
say to his neighbor:
“1 had an amusing experience tl
other morning. I was telephonlr
and the wires became crossed. I sui
denly heard a lady’s voice say:
have such a. bad throat I sha’nt I
able to go to that dinner party.’ Ju
for fun 1 broke in and said, ‘Garg
your throat with baking soda at
you’ll be all right.’ The lady's voic
in reply sounded rather surprised,
wonder if she took my advice."
Mrs. Brown was greatly tempt*
to reveal her identity as the heroii
of the episode, but she decided th;
she could get more fun another wa
She made careful Inquiry of h.
hostess ns to the gentleman's ft
name and address, and next mornii
called him up. When he answer*
she said:
I just wanted you to know that
took your advice, gargled my thro
with baking soda and was able to j
to th* dinner.”
“Who—-who is this speaking?” can
an astonished voice from the oth
end of the ware.
“Oh, that you will never know
answered* Mrs. Brown, laughing, ai
rang off.