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THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN AND NEWS. MONDAY. MAY 10. 1010. The Oingioai ramify Women Are All Such Vain Creatures Copyright, 101.3. International N«ii JctIc* 3 y Herriman ***a«iw. *• ("JEEW ■ WHiuiKENS '!!. !AiwT VOu NEVER DONE v PftiMIUNG * AtVJUAYi AT IT N0J?N'N& KCDKj A/L'D ! NU>HY i NEVER SHEW ■ SUM VAMTV IM ALL , MY UPS Ao ~THEPE V in This Hcul.se v - N, /VEVEft._r.^- A "•V <*az '(.ouD i §oftftou/ A) I BIT op YOUR. C=^ ' FfctCKLE. CREAM I MA MAH ’ t n A ¥/// Ail ^3--p fkKjdTHZk 0NBr /X SpOSW-5IN(» IT l*Hfe VANfTV C) AiajY HUM AW.) itS Wicked 0 o O 1 cp r\ VES SIR. EE SAYS As an =ED LIKE A ^LTD fcoaAAS r FOft A PATEAj'r . H'ELECTRIC AlE Restorer, ujhat VOU ORDERED. SIR. -J << -XJ W- (IGNAT 2 Ye*. \Think IM KRATV Dmy vgl 1 ;'Tk»MK IT 2 ( HUH, I KNOW Jt -?> ' V &- ( That 5 where Scme DAy„ YbuPfe going To &6 A DlSAPPOlATEDS mice ' > ' I&NAT2 IT e a , Because Scaie Lav You'll Fvnd out \ |The worlds greatest Lil EcTcft.'b J \ UjHats acl The Time Seen v^merelv Pcav;n& a Part •T/ /- '— rycAo^\ a,'-Ti -he/iajdTLe ! Missis, And [ A Arp a - -\bo?.E.N kids' Dauntless Durham of the U. S. A. Despite Our Hero’s Keen Eye for the Ball, Desmond’s Foul Play Wins the Game Copyright. 1913, International News Servlet By Hershfield r (listen PAL.rve Put glue on BASES ARC FULL- \ SECOND BASE, and Durham is ; 1 ill let him C>' W'tm Tou ) DESMOND. THE at bat; ai!r HIT. OUR PLAN WILL WORK FAIR. IBALU^ THAT-S .SOME HIT. VUE’CU WIM THG C^-AKAC AND KATRINA WILL BG MINIE % $eS»m MY FIELDERS ARE WORKING* WELL THEY ARE SEND-, ING THG BALL, to Ml; ID I CAN OUT I SPEED THE BALL. NOW l TO TOUCH second-' 'S/// /// I'LL. DBOP THE BALL P oRPoseuv, | Durham is on the glued baa MY ROPE IDEA WILL G-'VGHIM A SUDDEN jolt: 3, vTHE VILLAIN HAS THE" BALL,NO' To get to third and HOME.' ( NOW TD TAG HIM ( OUT AND CUT -THE j ROPE IN THIS DUST. V HE MUST KNOW ^ NOTHING -- my noble Durham THE villain MustJgsggz&Si-.;53p WIN ANOTHER. » STOtl GAME BEFORE HE CAN GET ME' < LOVE YOU AND l KNOW LOuE vVNILL VNIN OUT IPESMOND' | Durham 4| uivfe more KATRINA, l VICTORV AND THIS IS 1' ^E IS Mime! im: rs- 7olA~ Batter. i up! " iiToMOjafJDVy. PcJy and Her Pals Oh, a Perfectly Natural Mistake Copyright, MUS, International News Service. By Cliff Sterrett o/?E41 Oua/si Sul THEV'UI- 6o7 THtic. L/Ef?Vfc WITH "EM I 0 T o v dick! C * • c?vnE j?;6HTi I WOW That You - iMEkITioN it 6ue$S You TER611 Vou Moi/fo| 1 distinctly AWAY FROM HOPE. LAST RECALL THE NYl^EK BOSS'! y'BETTER.) L- LEMME HELP VtoN V/lP ICIRCuMSTANLL.. Yer Shoes an ' —J 1 1/ CALL A TAEI .1 j ~X IT^ 5o DERN* 5tL.CoM I <5Tt A Chance To 6n huwn, I THlHR l'LL LET 'EM Y/ORRV A WHILE • (S xr *'U%-r- pteFFrr Us Boys Now It Looks Like Action in the “Lege” Reglfteird United State* Patent Office By Tom McNamara SOSH 6Ate'.5“r A X THAT THERE KID STEP SISTER OF \ Toorw is putt y our. team on the bunk, she's r AlUJAY9 P0U.ER.lN' Y00 and SQOFAl/N when too try to UuOtEC AND - T M SHHH. SAIL RlCHf, S'ALL RISHTl T SHES iONlKIA W£ v A lay off poil ( A WHILE \ 40 T THE MEASLES! l i TT SWW-rirLN iT^'v, w M mr & HOG) WANT IS SHE GOT \CM PLENTY, i SHOULD SAV \ SA2L<% if &*-■ 6Ci5H THAT'S ) LUCK..A/NT / fl-i '*'$>> ' couldn't L call it .n^th.n' else that l KNOW \0F I SHOULD u- .Hr 3 1 if -/OlV'JARA —. HVV^I FOOD FOR. FAMS COOKED AMD „« SklS*JYl^ EXi RA‘. TANBJER. 006WA DO THIS, YALL POTCFA PEtPER.^ 0NTH/V 6UKK’. 605H DID YA HEAR THE NEWS? EACLE- 8EAK IS 60fN'TA PiTch RESELER FOR A WJHILE, nclvjo'.-AinT THAT SIOEll- 605H, NOLU WNTCH LS iu/M 6AM ES , l j . * Picket fenc£ SKiNNT SHANERS COOoLT P6pT S.MANtR'S - 1 EA5Y ja a. DRAOHNU NO N- LESSQNS CJTULU/dn. # UJMEM 15 A SOLDIER NOT, a Soldier.? - ^hen hes AFOOT GE£ WDUlTYOU RiOOuJ THAT? MAMjQ, S>lC tfi-ddQ FROM | KEY MI60T— U.S.A- ILlHAF <Sl\JeS N)0R£ HONEY THAN A BEE ? HURRY OP AND TAKETOOP- TIME TD DOPE TWS OoT- ■AMSlOgR. TO-fOORRCto — Her One Comfort 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.