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By LILIAN LAUFERTY.
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Posed especially for this page by the Jar din de Danse entertainers.
Three types to make you think
i O th» tune of the hnrriy-frtrdy they danced on the
etty street.
FOR THE OLD
BY WILLIAM F. KIRK
And all who passed stood smiling to watch their
tripping feet;
For a child was made for dancing, for glee and mirth
and play.
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And the Joy of youth sets a Spring-time gleam on the
mu.rk of the Winter day.
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But what of the OTHER CHILDREN, hound far from the
sunlight’s glow.
Whose music Is only the throbbing hum of the engine
and dynamo?
And what of their leaden footsteps that nerer knew
tripping feet—
Shall one child work In the factory and one child dance
In the street?
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Shall the little Children labor In the Country of the
Free,
And the beckoning gleam of the golden sun be a Joy
they may not see?
Shall we dance to ttre hurdy-gurdy of greed and lust
and gold,
And buy ourselves a tawdry youth In the pain of a
child grown old?
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A TALE OF A CODFISH
J ONES Ie an honorable man And Jones being an
honorable man, la likewise an honest map.
TJiim It name about the other day that Jonea
visited hl» fishmonger t-o pau an account-
Mr. Koddlyn, having received the pione-y due,
turned hla back ter a few minutes till he yivote a re
ceipt. And In the short space of time Jones was
tempted, and—tell it net In Gath!—Jones fell
A good-sized codfish lay within reach, and Jones
eould not resist the temptation to annex it. Accord
ingly the ftsb soon fotMid Its way from tfie sjab Into
hie ront-bai! pocket,—at least the most of it, as,
without Junsw knowing, the tail projected.
Mr. Koddlyn had ttia receipt written, and our
erring friend haodi* received It, turned to leave the
ekop wvth a “Good da-y t“
“Goad day, air, and tfiaak you,” returned the
tdrweter and then, his ej* failing on Jones’s
csr t-. f-n.uis he csU,,(i .
"Qh, by the by, }fa- Jonea!”
Jones tunned back-
-Excuse me ca«Udg you back. Mr. Jons*," -Ahc man
erf tftah said; ‘'there w*s something I almost emitted
to bell you:’’
•’What was t>h«W' estk-td Jones, curiously
••WoU. Mr. Jotted;’’ returned the other, significantly,
nbe nest time you visit this shop, please wear a
coat with deeper -pochttIs, or—er—er—commandeer a
shorter fish!'’
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M ANT years ago they banbshed
Evsry thowgbt of worldly CMMs;
AM fFrwvgOl of rOdt* tea vsB^had
From rtfplT terftf said s?en*er fTitibea
Rut tbfty rest, wfierr rtw hlaanln*.
And the stwset’s dreamy glow
Holds a deeper, sweeter meaning
Than Die young can ever know
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Beatrice Allen.
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By Maude Miller.
W HAT is your best feature? Do you ever stop
to take stock of,your face? Have vou. stud
ied your fig-o point* ntd le i: ;ted to ac
cent them-to bring-them into tli- ' r,,r rov<>> I as it
were, and to make them ovei shadow your, facia!
weaknesses?
Specialize on jour g>, *1 and mere' 'u i>
veil your had mw, and v. th no more of a stock in
trade than .a wistful Jinn a < .irv. t smile y- l
may "mtut-•*” to he a piety girl!
• Up in the lard in de D New York
Roof there are three fasclnhlingly pretty girls,
who are well dowered hy Nature in diver.-, ways.
And ea<th one of them is clover enough to empha
size the good jsnints -of her pretty face so well that
if there,were less good ones no one would ever sift
pect it.
The hsst-head-on-thmleft is-Uiat of the -winsome
They have hived their ardent tovers.
They have kleeed In year* gone by,
And a misty halo bowra
O'er the loves that bad Co die.
They can dream ef faded gterles.
And each dream will %tina mere )<ry
Than r mWWon pesalon Merles
Pasbcd between R -gtrl and a boy
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We are young and we are strtdBg
For the th'ags they need to reave;
They, while splendidly surviving,
Smile serenely at the grave.
And we etrugglo alt-boo vainly
With the lwipe that we can MU
Half the things they see so plainly,
Half the-things they know so wall
AT TIMES ANIMALS
Betty Martin.
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b'U'iotie bp Hi Beatrice Mien, who dances so de
lightfully. To hor grace she adds a face whose
lovely ovul contour sun doe-, not spoil by any set
conventional coiffure. H r high plied dark hair etn-
ph.isizea the soft sweep of line from cheek to chin,
and forms a background for her heavy browed Ori-
Ltfiinn Bradley.
ental eyes. Graceful contour Is the thing Miss
Allen strives for.
In the centre is Betty Martin, wlm acce.ii.8 the
charm of her snpnuno voice by the warming smite
that gathers hor listeners Into a band of futentlfl
who are rr irty to lib ten anil enjoy. There is some-
thins; personal and intimate about Miss Martin’s
friendly smite. It Slaves a kindly mouth into gen
erous curve and shows teeth that would sell any
dentifrice. Cham of express ton i ■ Mise
Martin hrlngB out. in a fashion to win frionds and
admirers.
Hiss .Lillian Bradley Is a statuesque lilonite who
cultivates repose of nnvmec and very restful are
lmr stfetdy eyes, well-groomed hair U nd woii,minded
lips in those days .of fever and unrest and aero
batic grandparents. Grooming end lireading mrtko
the fine blooded horse and the aristneratir, woman
tlioroiFghbreds In their oluss. And it is these *jme
Qualitte.s '.hat give Miss Bradley di.iemotive beauty.
tt |T Is imposslbls to erectly imitate the voice of
I an animal," aald Minna, learnedly. "Some poo-
* pie reckon that they are very clever In Imita
tions of that kind, but anyone who knows can see
that they are all out.”
Who told you that you were a judge?” asked 81ma
Then Minns got cross and offered to bet him half a
dollar that he could not execute even a plausible •
Imitation of an animal.
"Any member of the animal kingdom?" queried
Sima.
"Yea. ' answered Minns, adding, "I was going to say
'except a donkey,' but I remember that yen did that
quite naturally."
•'Done for ten cents!” exclaimed Sima
He went to the middle of the room, and the ethers
awaited the result. Sims stood perfectly quiet for a
minute, then returned to his seat and asked for the
tsn cents.
"What do you call that? That's no Imitation,"
orted Minns.
"Excuse me," observed Sims, politely, "that tm a
fish.”
And the others Insisted upon Minns parting with
the money.
A Bachelor's Diary •-*
He Leaves the Nurse
AT BAY s'
A Thrilling Story of
Society Blackmailers
* A Tale of an Alarm Clock ^
By MAX.
O CT. 27—No woman has the right
to put the responsibility of her
conduct on the man. She
should never say, as SaLiy Spencer
has said, in effect to me: “I love you;
I am weak; you are strong. What
ever happens to ns in the future wiii
depend on you.'
1 am not strong. The man never
lived who was strong, if 6aiiy we* e
u yoang gin. or an unmarried woman,
knowing men oniy ns snu secs uiem
in tn« heroes in boohs atm plays, uei
ignorance wouxd be pitiful, and, in a
way, would be net defense. But sac
has been married ten or twelve years
to the weakest man ever created.
There is nothing she does not know
ibout my sex. Keen, observing, of an
analytical mind, I have known her to
i eaa a man the hrst time she met
aim, and to point out weaknesses and
efects which no one suspected at the
’ime, but which later developed.
I have seen her give the man who
coasted of his strength such a chlld-
,ke look of admiration that he at
nee became like putty in her hands,
and she did it, not with any tempta
tion to transgress—Sally, never trans
gressed the law. Diary—but just to
prove his weakness.
She is a clever woman, a beautiful
woman, a woman born to love and be
loved and is a neglected wife! That
1b a bad combination. I can think of
none worse.
She is tired of being a Pullman car
tramp and wants to come home. 1
would ask the pretty nurse, to marry
me, and run away from temptation,
but what manner of a man would i
be to sacrifice a girl in that fashion?
And. besides, no man likes to run
from temptation. He likes to hang
«round it to prove he is npt afraid.
He likes to flirt with it. dilly dally
with it, and temporize with it, say
ing ail the time. “Ah, who’s afraid
f ynu! You think I am weak like*
ther men, don’t you? Well. I am
not!”
And to show that he is not afraid
be walks a little closer to it. and
'lares it. in the maudlin manner of my
onceited sex. to come on’ And if it
hesitates in its advance, he knows It
not. for he has begun to pursue it!
Oh. Sally. Sally! Yo* who know the
men. to talk o' <pur strength. I am
shamed of you!
October 2$—f have answered Sal
e's letter at last, and this is a copy.
I’ may hMp me to square myself wtth
mv conscience should mieh a future
djnstment of mv moral accounts be
ccessary.
My dear Sally—Your letter inter-
ed me so much that I have been a
-Ah in trying to frame a reply
■''rhaps you may think it string'
1 a man should pause outalau
heaven’s gate and deliberate, if or
not, he will enter, but when he is so
worldly wise that an imagination
quickened by other men’s experience
pictures a gibbet within the walls, it
is not strange that he hesitates and
may turn away-
‘'There was a time, my dear girl,
when I was young, that I would scale
the walls to obtain that for which th-*
gates are now opening inward for me.
but the spirit of adventure cools with
the years, and a man who has been
decent almost half a century h:\s a
pride in his record that has the sav
ing grace of a moral sense,
“I would like to keep tb • l ire
clean, my dear. No doubt when St.
Peter looks at me ov^er the rim t i.i-
glasses it will be art accusing ey< be
cause of the slaughter I have done to
my business competitors, and if
there is a crown there ‘for me It will
not be double-decked, nor heavy with
jewels. Hut will bear no resentment
to this custodian of earthly accounts
and heavenly jewels. St. Peter was
not a bttsiness man and simply doesn't
understand.
“But he was a man on earth at one
time, and knew many women, and for
that reason .I feel satisfied that I will
not be judged harshly. There is no
page in the account book bearing my
name that is darkened by any wom
an’s shame. Surely the wolf that has
fought only other wolves, and .never
attacked a sheepfold, will not have to
ask for mercy.
“I love you, Sally. I do not claim i'
is entirely a spiritual, love. Th..;
variety of affection is found only in
the books, and here, of late, even the
romancists are flavoring it ighly
with the love of the flesh. I love you
with the love a man gives the woman
he would like to marry And that
means that I respect you above all
other women Would you car*.- : i ,k
that respect? Believe me, dear j?irl, a
man’s respect is worth more than h g
love any day.
land pruning, and hold;;.:; jack.
member*that! H
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and the other friends
for I cannot call, them sv -
thv same dear faltluful
sickness taught' me many,
among them was that no
fve! friendless so long f t-
•inploje. They want to bt
and it is his fault if they
I are riot.
“We still have and love the brown-
eyed pup. His heart breaks every,
morning when Mauette starts off t.
I School without him,, and heals every
! rfight yvh i s - c imeg home.
“1 a;n leavi u; the pretty nurse re
j the last. A good'girl, Saliy; a !ovi;r»
and lovable girl, jtist fascinating
enough to make me wicked in mv
thoughts, and ju^t good enough to
make rne a better r an than I have
ever been, in my actions.
“Max.”
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(From the play by Oeorge Scar-
bor - vv be I nc presented at the
Thirty-ninth Street Theater, New York,
i Serial .r ghts held and copyrighted by
Intend tional News Service.)
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
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* An old Scotch lady was noticed by
her minister to fall asleep every time
he preached, while when young men
from St. Andrew’s University acted, as
substitutes for him she remained awake
and was most attentive.
The minister one day demanded an
explanation of her conduct, and she re
plied : $
“Weel, 1 « i 1 is ten ^ nMh^ Word of
j God Is safe in your hand*-; but when
I the young fellows from Bt. AnjTrew’s
come along, it takes me all my time to
watch them.”
JUST A FRIEND.
•Come or not * as H please?*
you. You will find me your good
friend, as 1 have always been. But it
is a friendship that needs watching
Since woman suffrage was gran, i
in Illinois there have been three elec
tions, and on each occasion less than
10 per cent of the women voted.
A bee, unladen, will fly 40 miles an
hour, but one coming home laden
with honey does not travel faster than
12 miles an hour.
Grapes contain from 12 to 26 per
cent of sugar—more, that is, than any !
other fruit.
Are we to hold ragtime revues arid
other hustling forms of entertainment
responsible for the following tragedy?
A music hall artist who used to tour
the provinces with a flock of performing
ducks tound managers no longer willing
to book his sedate show After he had
been resting^foi* some time he received
a telegram asking him to open on the
following’Monday at a var-n y theater
in tli*- nurtli of Kngland. In reply he
wired;
“Regret cun not oorne. Have eaten
the Act.”
A witness in a ‘particular case had
been examined by the lawyer of the
plaintiff and was turned over to the
Litfryor for the defense for cross-exami
nation
“N-ivv. then. Mr.' began the
legal one, “what did 1 understand you
to say that your occupation is?”
*'I am a piano finisher,” answered the
witness.
“Yes, I see,” persisted the lawyer;
‘but you must be more definite. 1)0
you polish them or do you move them?”
“What does he mean by
about?’” til.- puavered.
“Search, I suppose,” said her father.
“For what?”
“Evidence—do you fear it?”
“No!” *
But her own fluttering heart told
her how she feared—everything.
‘A*, taxicab!” exclaimed Father
'Shannon, who had never left his post
at the window.
“He^e!” exclaimed Graham.
Hoi moi ■■ and another
man.”
“He’s asked to see me. * * * I
think he is ready to talk now after
the effect of tin* night.” said Graham
.n answer to A line's questioning look.
“Where was he during the night?
Hie rooms?”
•“The jail,” replied Graham grimly.
“The JAIL.! WHY SHOULD HE
BE IN .TAIL—AND—I-
“He's a .soldier, my dear,” said
Fat *r St anon proudly, for that this
soldier was his friend. “What’s one
nigh.V hardship to a lad like him?”
“Mr. Holbrook, • suh,” announced
Hai • ie.
There entered Larry Holbrook,
l- shaven, well-groomed,
d. and showing never a
’.ship from a night in jail,
ced at him tjuisically.
ning!” said our Captain,
n’t you tell this officer,
M»r. Graham, to wait in the hall for
in,-?" • u quick lift -
ing ey. br’'' it Donnell, ex-guardian
of i. <’•. mot-; and telltale plateholder—
and now • uurcian-in-chief to one
Lawrence Holbrook.
Another Scheme.
“fll ins’ r for Captain Holbrook.”
sale th<- District Attorney.
right, Councilor,” Donnell
’ the prisoner. “Simply
orders, Captain.”
she had no part now—but fair play—
fair play—that must be seen to at
once.
“Don’t bother about me. I was
perr-fectly comfortable,” said the
Captain with a warm smile and the
lure of the Blarney in his mellow
voice.
’Hut the injustice of it—I can’t live
and ” The girl was wild past all
discretion now—she burned with
hatred for her own numbing cow
ar ..ace.
“THERE’S NO INJUSTICE WHEN
THE FOX HOUNDS FOLLOW THE
RED HERRING THAT YOU DRAG
OVER THE TRAIL—I WANTED
THEIR ATTENTION TO ME ”
“‘Rod herring?’” queried the Dis
trict Attorney. “I've got to take notice
of every admission, direct or indirect,
Captain, that, you make in my hear
ing.” .
Holbrook faced him and spoke with
a se riousness that weighted every
word with force.
“There isn’t time, Mr. Graham, for
indirection. Your daughter Is keeping
still by my advice. Perhaps not the
wisest advice—I’m a poor lawyer—
she; needs the best. My night in the
jail gave my slow wits time to go
'round the matter. It’s too serious to
deprive the girl of counsel. MR.
GRAHAM, YOU’LL HAVE TO PART
COMPANY WITH DEMPSTER!”
“Right-—quite right, Mr. Graham,”
added Father Shannon.
“You mean?” asked the father, look
ing at his daughter. * * • She
ill T°’
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A little girl, finding her g*.indfather
zing, clambered os to his knee and
ad iv ,red to xwaken him by pulling
Austria was the first country
adopt the system of postcardi. Thir-
was in IStty. •
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hoyed at being dia
ful nap. the oid ma
peaceful nap. the old mai
1M for her roughness.
“Wotigh!” she exclaimed, pouting. “I
wasn't wo ugh. i was oily wying to
open your eyes by the biwings.”
self- n
mark
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easLR
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bowed her weary head oeneath its
weight of srme find woe.
“You are involved in this thing?”
breathed the man slowly.
“Yes. . . . awfully,” sobbed the girl
iri the relief of expression.
Quickly spoke her champion, “Self-
defense, sir.”
“You mean—the killing!” gasped
the horrified father.
“Sh! Those are thin doors—only a
whisper,” said the captain, ever alert
for ambuscade.
“Tell me ” groaned Graham.
“YES, 1 KILLED HIM, DADDY; I
KILLED HIM,” sobbed Aline.
•OW do I look?” inquired Miss
McCarthy, as she citV.e i
about in front of the mirror
in the rest room.
“You look fierce, Marne,” said Miss
Tillman with an obvious effort. “That
color makes you look like a ripe
squash.”
Well!” exclaimed Miss McCarthy,
stiffening angrily. “Of all the nerve!
If you can’t think of somethin* po
lite to say. Jen Tillman, you’d just
about as well keep still. I don’t know
that I care about being talked so
rude to.”
“I didn't mean to be rude. Maine,”
rejoined Miss Tillman, humbly. “It’s
only just that when it comes to fibs.
I’m on the water wagon.”
“You!” shrilled Miss McCarthy, forr
getting her indignation in her aston
ishment “Since when, please?”
“Since last evening. 1 found out It
ain’t healthy for me to He.”
“Go on and tell It.” said Miss Mc
Carthy.
THE YOUNG MAN.
“Yon remember that young man 1
told you #bout who looks and acts
so awkward?” asked Miss Tillman.
“Well. I’ve been trying to dodge him
for the last couple of months. Still,
when it comes to candy and flowers
and such things he's a wonder He
was Just crazy to take me somewhere,
but I simply couldn't stand the
thought of going any place with a
fellow that looks so hayseedy.
“I kept putting him off unlit last
week, and then he got ko determined
about my taking dinner downtown
with him and going to a show after
ward that, honest, there didn’t secib
to be a thing more that 1 could say
against it. Finally I just said that
I would go Wednesday night Then
he asks where would I meet him, and
I tuiys I’d meet him on such and such
i corner, having no more Idea of do-
g it than anything. I thought I’d
pretend afterward that I couldn't get
away from work until It wps toa
late, or something.
“Well, j thing would do Wednes
day morning but that I should bring
down ; i s alarm cloak to get it fixed.
It had quit work and he loves his
clocks better than he does his folks.
So that night when 1 was ready to
> ,> i..» t o. I beat It over to the car
with th. alarm clock under my arm.
Well, who should I see at the very
corner where I was going to get on
the cc r but Joe, the fellow I had
promised to meet there!
“Thinks l to myself, ‘Here’s where
you get yours, all right.’ But I
sneaked around back of the crowd
and got in Lh* car. Then that fool
ish, weak-minded alarm clock actu
ally began to ring! Honest. 1 never
i elt so funny in my life. Here was
D•* me, all tucked in behind a fat
wo nan and my face all covered up
with my hat, and there was the
iarm clook yelling its head off! I
got off thai car In a hurry »t Lh*
oamo corner, the clock still ringing.”
“Oh, gee!” aald Miss McCarthy.
Did the Joe fellow hear it?”
“Hear It!” repeated Miss Tillman.
• I should say he did. And he wasn’t
the only one. Before it got through
I think everybody in the world heard
Everybody began laughing and
, .vo; ng up ,to see what was going
on, arid just about the time a police-
:can was trying to get in to see what
was the matter Joe came up.”
\w. say, wasn’t that too bad?”
cried Miss McCarthy, sympathetically.
“Well, to tell you the truth,” ad
mitted Miss Tillman, “be looked kind
rvf good to me then for once in his
life.”
• But how did you get out of going
to dinner with him?” queried Miss
McCarthy.
“I didn't get out of it. I didn't
seem to have any spirit left in me. I
Just went.
A HEAL CUE.
“To tell you the truth,” went ort
Miss Tillman after a moment’s pause.
“I’ve done worse things in my life.
That fellow certainly does know how
to show a girl a good time. We had
a swell dinner and then we took In
the best show In town, and there
were roses and a box of candy to take
home with me. Joe certainly does
know how to treat a girl. And he's
smart,” concluded Miss Tillman. “He
knew I didn’t wank to go pJaces with
him and coming home he asked me
why. And I told him.”
”GeF\ you never did!” ejaculated
Miss McCarthy. “What did he *ay?”
'He asked ms to go with him and
help him pick out some real swell
clothes, and Dm going,” rejoined Mias
Tillman, defiantly.
Miss McCarthy curved her hand,
back of her ear and leaned forward
as if listening.
“Ting-a-ling-ling!” she chirped. “I
hear that alarm clock tuning up to
play the wedding march.”
“All
t;rin;r: 1
obeyin' ■
i
cigar?”
Id Holbrook, in his
good humor, and added
; n afterthought, “Have a
log a
of “pi
The
He* I hr
no—sor!” said Donnell, mak-
t v exit from the danger zone
ings.”
, t of mischief went from
;< eyes -and another light
Instead. His voice deepened
ire tone of protecting tender-
;;<■* went to the one woman
ie world.
rrn stay in mv room—and
i you 'icy took you ” recited Aline
» in a iiut tone of horror. With love
in
“My God!” whispered the sworn foe
of all criminals.
“There’s no evidence whatever. 1
broke the negative from the camera.
Nobody knows Aline was out of the
house,” the captain hastened to as
sure him—with the assumption that
the dispenser of justice was ready to
foil his grim Idea of “an eye for an
eye and a tooth for a tooth” now.
“I KILLED HIM—I KILLED A
MAN,” moaned Aline.
“You went to Flagg’s house?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“He telephoned me to come.”
“What reason?” persisted the Coun
cilor, in a tone that he could scarce
keep from being judicial instead of
fatherly.
A Short Week
To ot Continued i©.morrow.
The Gdodleys once had a parrot. Of
course, it was a perfectly respectable
bird, occasionally, but on Sunday
evenings, when Air. Saintly paid his
regular visits, it was deemed advis
able to coyer Polly with a cloth.
Recently, however, Mr. Saintly took
advantage of the half-holiday accru
ing to him through the Shop Act, and
made an extra call on a Wednesday.
As he was ushered in Miss Mar>
Goodley dexterously threw the cloth
over Polly's cage. Greetings over,
there ensued the usual awkward
pause, which was broken by a squeak
from the covered (age:
“Well, HI be everlastingly blessed,”
said Polly, “this has been a thunder
ing short week.”
His Mistake.
In a small country church, not long
since, a little child was brought for
ward for baptism. The young minis
ter, taking the little one in his arms,
spoke as follows:
“Beloved hearers, no one can flore-
tell the future of this little child. He
may grow' up to be a great astrono
mer. like j?ir Isaac Newton, or a great
labor leader like John Burns; and It
is possible he might become Presi
dent.
Turning to the mother, he Inquired,
“What Is the name of the child?”
“Mary Ann,” was the reply.
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