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TTTE ATLANTA CKOTCCTAX AND NEWS. TUESDAY, MAY 20. 191 By Herriman The Dingbat You Never See a Red-Haired Swami CupgrifM* 1913, lgUroaUtfMd N*w» b*rrlc« wessei. op wrath Three. Day^ CATER, - WHEW THfc'V.O* to' 5 OF A T CP V. '& OF PT "V OF V.' had Gathered enough Nerve.' To Return to The Nome-Plate/. YOU, AMD WE. K/U«U TWSt This S\6Aj is on The. level , BuT You Cant Blaaif. him for havwo Ni-s Doubts, /vow gal/Va 'A^Yohere is thf -jviy husband nipo. Dmi&sat GoE'fe HE AICT KNCItl ThAT I ^IHJAMI MOH-LA SIS - KHAN PI HERE V AH uisu,, T'weae Be' He Did, He is a ‘■SFodt of Aak»eft / And Efew N "FOUNTAIN 9P-J ''-v, inanity That s Pegg/mg Him \ MOH - ON- I AdEA* 5INAM-EYE. / ■" ' SPEAK I NOT VUITM \Jtk\TV\ When I SAY As HOUJ HE,(_ 16 A Geyser, ftp Passion A ' wou-ANO of r — VWtXATiO-V -) /OH /VOeu. Su/Am-eye. T 'I/uhen he heard. That Thee W/Vb COAlING HE T4EW INTO/ A mighty rage and has r \ ERE How BeATETH it To J l A VIC/NAGE, UNKNOWN/ V. To Me -CCr~~-^ k 3°)Yea-veabohc Ain it The--) Truth - / A Humorous Story, Complete. ((TT seems a curious perversity of j fate," said the youth? married woman, ''that T should have a husband who really has a high regard for elother, when so many women complain that they can not enlist their husbands' attention or check books in that noble cause. '"When Aharles said yesterday morn ing, My dear, you-will attend to or dering your spring hatR before long, will you not?’ I knew It was useless to put olT the matter any longer. So 1 promised him that I would get something that very day, I laid aside that wonderful new play of Strind berg's that I was going to take over to the park and read, and the poor dear wrote me a check and went io the office looking quite relieved in his 1 mind. e "After he had gone, I stopped to finish only one act of Strindberg and then I started. On the way downtown I figured out Just what kind of hat I should get. “It was not so hard to plan one in my mind, hut It was a different mat ter to find the hat that I had planned. I went to six shops and tried on about 80 hats before I began to feel dis couraged and decided that there must ' be something wrong with my looks. She Looked Wild. ‘'In tho sixth shop I met Mrs. Pel- ton. who looked wild-eyed and bellig erent. and had a curious little straw concoction set upon the top of her hair, with round red objects falling off the back of It like & oeck of apples descending a stairway. "When she saw me. she clutched me menacingly by the arm, as if I were responsible for the present social sys- tern, for she said: 'Isn’t it an outrage that human intelligence has to be ex pended upon pursuits like this! They talk about the senseless fashions of women! Do they realize that men make these styles ‘and then for * them upon us? Do you know the meaning of this whole insane subjert of fashion? It's a device perpetrated by the merchants and manufacturers to get rid of the unconsumed surplus. Now, when our sex has the ballot, I hope * ‘ I calmed her down, as much as I could by telling her that I felt that way about it. Hovvever, I was so re lieved to find that perhaps the trouble was not with my looks, after all, that I walked over to a counter where sev eral untrimmed hats were piled up .n a bin and a lot of women were clutch ing at them and bought the first one from the top of the hean. Tt was light and soft and felt comfortable and did not make me look entirely like a ca- toon when 1 was trying it on. "So great was my relief at ending; my search that I took home the hat with quite a feeling of satisfaction I reasoned that tt would be a simpll matter to trim it myself, for all should have to do was to leave oft most of the things that the trimmed hats had on. "That was yesterday morning. Th* rest of the day and until midnight last night I devoted to attempts to trim the hat. Fortunately CharleC stayed downtown to dinner, so I could work without interruption. I trimmed ; and untrimmed eight times and noth ing that 1 could devise looked right, so I gave it up in despair and went to bed. "This morning as soon as Charles had gone 1 got the odious hat out from under the bed. where I had hid den it. and by the broad light of early day discovered what was the matter with it. The trouble was in the color, which I had failed to observe closely. It was not a normal straw color nor a yellow nor a brown, but a sickly, bilious 1 , yellowish green, which made everything that it came into contact with look seasick, including mj. "It being now too late to return the hat. which had begun to show signs of wear. I carried it down to a dye shop and found that they could color it for me, but would have to change the shape, which was the least objec tionable thing about it. and that it would take four weeks. More Trouble. "I then went to a department store and bought a bottle of dye, which the saleswoman said any child could ap ply with a small brush. In attempting to open the bottle after I had carried it home my knife slipped, the tin cap flew' off and half the contents spilled over the kitchen table, a stack of dishes and the kitchen sink, to all of which it immediately adhered like enamel. "Fortunately, 1t was Delia'* after noon out. but as I knew that she would be very cross when she saw the dye I spent two hours and a half and a can of scouting powder in re-a moving it from the kitchen landscape * before I could return my attention to the hat. The remaining contents of the bottle I then applied to the hat, except the part that .splattered on my self. I then relined it, trimmed It for the ninth time, tried it on and found that I could stand to look at the fin ished product in the glass without feeling ill. T felt that I had earned that hat. "When Charles came home I had it . stuck on my head for him to look at J - and was just beginning the second act of Strindberg. He wms very much pleased, and said: ‘That looks very nice, my dear. Now. you see how easy it is to get becoming hats, sxd you must go down and order two or threu more, and then you will be supplied for the summer.” The' Generosity of TSat ONE. A/iQmhaSY GENEROUS! Soul; WHY Do You Give v/m: The' Panama Caval ? Because "ifeNAT2^ ~Yl Don't. wdnt it s ly ssiF ~j panama, canal IS OWBouNDe ElTlVELY CCC UNBOuNDE D Dauntless Durham of the U. S. A With a Brickbat Villain Desmond Foils the Peerless Pitcher, D. D. By Hershfield Copyright. 1913, Intonutlonol News Bertie* THE CATC HUP I MPi MAN ON (THIRD WILL .COME IN ON ( A PASSED ) BALL. HtRfc \ LDMfS A A SVNIFT TYON* XI CfREAT WORK: "RCD" You TIC THC CsCORF ; THfc GAMF Ivl V BC LAUTD ON V ACCOUNT OF I'M HOLDING THEM safe THEY LI- NtHER <rCT TMF'R. AlAN in from THIRD THF V'LLAIN DE SMOND f IS UP NEXT. I'LL A FAN HIM AND i CAW//j® | FAST KATRINA /CM I WITH THE GOOD /-W?jm knfvns' j® bONT DESPAIR, Durham, my HERO. You MULL CHIN TOMORROW, \ l HATG THIS HINGED BAT will EVEN VP THE vSCORE . I'LL BEAT DURHAM TO' - THE SERIES AND VYIN MIS CpAL V TTRIMA.I'M NEXT AT BAT' I'LL MOTION FOR A HIGH ONE. Durham .HAS MY v Signal J IS OUT AND HE’LL NEVER CATCH THE / Ball' / t>eSMONT>|49 ‘A [OUCH "DURHafa 49 DESMOND/ will i - rZ Katrina THE LUCKY SEVENTH? 1 -Tomorrow. By Cliff Sterrett Pa Has Grounds for an Argument, at That Copyright, 1913, International News SerTice They kE_ VERV, V/ERV ~THICK THEY U66o ME M4. IJuSt WAV*A <£rr OWE <Yood CR/Ck A'T ft! Don't Sfeo M/oiX/ ( YMO M£ |51 Mffc fe4R ZoSiO , Tf* r/MOUf OrIooajiyt! look it Them Curls 4imt IT A SHAME THEY Aint Ok A / l»i«l 1 I 1 mu$t Confess that I domy KWOW MUCH I ABOUT I motor Boat 5' I he!*' a BEAR Ail 1 RIGHT, f I \)0HO \6 ! HE * f D'V'ZuRFbSE Htc A FRIEND OF I THE Boob iyalat DRAW6 OUR. j S PICTURE? Aunt SuSTt, aimt He 1 BEAdTlfVL. VfouN6 MAN vbu/fTT' p) tVER Seek/ <?uic(/ t delici4 tame “That MoMkny- i GT2E.MCM /away from $-T HIM* J-J NAME HER. POUV'T By Tom McNamara f You Don’t Believe It Look for Yourself Registered United States Patent Office COOKED AND SERUED, nA extra CLEAN oh Joy-eagle beaks kip STEP SISTER is cor A BUNCH OF MEASLES AND 5AGI&BEAK IS STAY m AT SHRIMP FlyRn's house rat she gets well- he cam play euERY DAY MOLD - OH JOY SUWWUi OF THE CLUBS >nki£6; V' (»lANT^ ^ h u -Goo t .5co •CH.ges • to , ^ Not What He Meant. J OXES and Ix>np had not met foi years. Once—-that is. in the days when both had been striving for fame in their different professions— they had been really good chums. anJ many a talk had they enjoyed to gether by the fireside as to the little places they would take in the coun try "w hen their ships came home." The dream of Jones has been real ized- and now. although a portly old fellow, It was with a sense of real pleasure that he prepared for a vt6L from his former friend. "Ah. it's snlendM seeing you dowr here, Long!" he said cordially, by waj of greeting. "Quite like old times— what? And the missus, I know-, H longing to shake you by the hand But first—yes, you must come alons and have a look at my greenhouse You simply must!” And Long went. "Well, Jonea" he said, "you've goj » mighty pretty place down here; bul tsoty initii. it A just a bit bare.” “Oh!' replied Jones, cheerfully “that's because the tree# are al young! Next time you come—why they'll be so big that you won’t xecog. nize them!" SKINNY G0U6CY DEPT SHANER'S fagy .. -L-L DRAUUMfc No. _ USSOffc m* to 'y&foyL/ufcks mHAT GlUEG MORE MAlfY THAN A BEE - ALU 6EE, DON’T YOU KNOO) THAT? - WO R.EES OF COORSE- WEE, H£E, HEe, H££ i I HSUWJb CM. fin ter-daj^ Ipoaila Tsska nrv iu A 7R£ ?T>RFiSH gianTs MAR lie LOUS TWIRLER, eaglebeak sprdder STOPPING a HOME row UilTH His HAT in THE FOURTH (NUiNG OF YEsURDAY'S starfish olANT- 'SOuTHiE' game which RESOlTETi IN' AM C\l£d iDHEtMiNG UlCToRY FOR. JhF GIANTS - 106 To 4? _ aIE illoGTRATED THIS STonT OF EAGlEBEAK S BECA08E ,LE UUOOLDN T EXPECT YOO TO BELIEVE, IT OMLtSS YOO SAW (T U)I?H Vooft OujN EYES FROM) Tom ST cirx u,?. / 0)H£Rfi ao 'PEOPU? IhE MOST A)l6wr CAPs ? ANSU6R. Ta-MORROU) — IAMARA