Atlanta Georgian. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, May 17, 1915, Image 7

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Newspaper Page Text"" "*■" ' v ' MONDAY, MAY 17, 1915. ATLANTA, GA. THE DINGBAT FAMILY Copyright, 1W8, International New* Service. Dinny Doesn't Appear to Be So Very Much Dismayed JW HUSBAND YHS. DEPENDANT IS M'lHS BofetOfe, ' OOLCAlt: C Yi 60 m, AndtXu. Him YwaY Yirti Ak& MV LA\Zyt&'ihat /MSO'NS TO GET A T>WCRC£ HiOM WlXv W HOBAJoasi^ , WOH THAT STRAAJ&6 MpX, BE BRUTAL WITM HIM - lY tweaTT^ ( TlZW/KL IS MV AM Alt 516., CclT/AicTH/ ) v V \ 'TiimuU Dm ay y aui^. —' OK'r,he Z.fcVEL,CoL ^LICH As I ftesRer To'' MJFLICt UPOA) you AU/ ^Pa/aLoa Suffering, ^t/u. I Mvsr Say, \ Swe \MLL-J "TIZW/aJ* CbUAJSBtUJft. A7 ZALU'- c=ri I REPftESEAJY you ft WIFE IN HEfe. 2_ T^v Divorce Ppoc£®D/a065 ^ you *■ A\D Believe 41e, Sift. < we vajiu. vui/u i repeat, VCU//ll C~r—s-: fcr hlWMEflb A Vw<w J I ??. D v vw R«ACl£ /Th/NK SWE 'iL S. w/u v rOK-THE BRI6WT j Lights ape CALUKiG T0A4E.D Au'TME'CJUEftOS' \ R\6HYllAy —'S XTALK ROUGH y ANbBftJEAK HiS NtAftr. 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Grant Britain Right* Retefvefi A)0-AJ0 - >UMJlE'$ feOOAJlE. \X//4L <jE/i|TLEMFaJ, My l<5 U(/ELL VA, HOU7 Dp You Llkt MY fDRS WEYE. 2AV/ED A(J‘ 1?CMf2CD /46tIaT M'HATS The MATIfll OF US ft’s (yiTTiAl* 'To^Theiz OKI This r- MiSH-female- \ J ILL (y\Klt You q)uST IxACKY L, To^/O Se^uMIS TT4KL Them [ Tool Fun^ OFF, y j (j/J0Eiz5f^o ~TrtlS~ FROM AJOi^ OaJ no MATTER- \m4T the/ , SFRiaJIj- OKI US OC/E’LL ji ItfAlOlZt^tMi ToSiTlUEL/ ISMoet Tm!TT our. DAUGHTERS (XoTHfS AkI -to vwoi 'Purposed 1 /Aiait Accomplished 1 WShioiJ QutilioKl )TtnRcTT: SuFE;l&wi;^/\ V'^ee This t REPPEAIED 15 VfiAfts yAGO - ^ US BOYS That's Always the Main Question, Even with Grown-Ups Haglatarad United State* Patent Office. Ve 1 ; SIR* COOKIES AND' TAW FRES.FoR JUGT LISTEN AT <^OSH,THATS ENOUGH TO i^AKE ANYBODY —r^asSSI SORE, GcE, I CANT DO NOTHIN' sNiTH TIV\T (JOY SHAKIER. HE'S GiVIN AVMYp- ALL THE DOPE ( ON THE FAIR ) FREE AND I JHBHr uionT be CHARGIN' r<>/ for LE(frURES,.<\\^ GEE if- Mrl. HIM,JUST USTEN^H AT ,^ : Him Wi YOU SAMPLES OF COOKIES ANO JAM FREE FOR NOTHIN NOTH IN’. NOW DO ANY BODY WANNE ASR ME AnY questions before) ON WITH THE STORY f j l MUCH h LESS WELL KNOWN SAYING& llosTraTed BY £.£■ - UJHY TH& SAM HILL don't* they MAKE A TYPE WRITER THAT - . LUIU. SPELL* ^TflSlUGJi. io cSaXiuhAOJL^S) who started (Gambling- f ACWHi BECAUSE HE STARTED THE RACES ANO TMCRB YOU ARE I HOU) MUCH DO iTOOST- To GET To THE FAIR ? ALL RIGHT FLY TO IT THATS ME ! FROKO B. OLEMENS, D. S. A. U)HY (S A MAN IMPRISIOKJEU FY5R DIS ORDERLY CONDUCT LIKE A BOAT* FUfcl OF WATER.? ALISHER, T&MOffPrmJ 6t third STRikb-. the oleas and giants line up To day FOR THE FIRST OF A THREE GAMS series, look in Tomorrows paper^ 6bA r/r MAMAflA shell had exploded close to him, and then it was back to the hospital once more. And now he was asleep In his bed, but the surgeon came, and, a« if he had Just been waiting for him, Hu bert woke up, feeling strong and in the best of spirits. "You were asleep?” the r surgeon asked. "Yes, major. Fine place for a sleep here.” "Better than down there, eh?" "Bah! I* is all right down there, too. I rather enjoyed it at times, major.” "Nasty complication of wounds,” said the surgeon to the nur?»e i‘The poor fellow must be suffering dread fully, and I shall have to hurt him even more to-day.” Hubert was still smiling. “Does it hurt much, my boy?” "Nothing worth talking about. It tickles a little, I should aay.” “We<4 you are a brave fellow*. will be a success—a great success! I congratulate you.” As the young musician was on th« point of leaving, Madame Strauss en tered, and her husband at once began an enthusiastic explanation. “This young gentleman,” he cried, "has Just composed a parody on 'Salome'—a truly remarkable piece of work!" Madame Strauss raised her eyebrowa. "What terms have you made?” she asked In a low voice. “Why, no terms.” “That is no way to do; demand 25 per cent royalties.” And. turning to the writer of the parody, Madame Strauss advised him, with seemingly maternal solicitude, to accept the ad\antageous offer that the master was willing io make him. Thus it came about that the parody on “Sa lome,” which, as Mr. Strauss prophesied, was very successful, is to-day a source of a considerable income for the Strausses. bert disdainfully. The operation was long and painful and the wound was scraped clean to the bone. “Poor fellow*,” murmured the sur geon. But Hubert lay motionless and smiling. “All you have to do,” he said, “is to believe that it does not hurt. Then it Just* tickles." The operation was over and the bandage put on. Hubert w*a» calm and there was a healthy color in his cheeks. The only sign of the pain he had suffered was a few* beads of per spiration on his forehead. "Sparistl,” the surgeon exclaims, “you have no more respect for pair, than you have for death. I know I have hurt you dreadfully, but I could not help it. It had to be done. I never had a patient like you.” "You never feel pain when you don’t w*ant to feel pain,” said Hubert smiling. The surgeon and nurses looked w’ith something akin to veneration at this boyish hero w*Jth a will of steel. "There may be a letter from my mother.” His eyes beamed and his whole face was radiant with Joyous expectations. He looked long at the envelope before he opened the dear letter as if to prolong his enjoyment. Then he *w-allowed the writing with his eyes. Suddenly he turned pale. His eyes grew dim and his smile vanished. Then tears came into his eyes, big, childlike tears that rolled down his cheeks. Is it really possible? Hubert is crying. What can have happened? One of the nurses asked him gent ly: “What 1* it, my dear boy? Bad new*?” Hubert is now crying like a child. "It is Flic, mad a me," he sobs. “Flic?” “Ye*, my own little fox terrier. The smartest and most faithful that ever lived. It was run dow*n by a motor car last Sunday ” And Hubert was deathly pale now. A Little Tale With a Touch of Imagination The Story of Hubert UBERT was in the hospital the time. The first time mans had made into a miniature fort. He had taken It without knowing It. so to speak. His lieutenant had tried to take it with four volunteers, but did not come back. Hubert had waited for a while, but then he said: “Somebody has got to go and find the lieutenant, n'est ce pas.’’ And with his friend, Pigonneau, he had rushed toward the house. He had fought and he had shot. He had felt something drop. Bah! It was noth ing but his ear that had been out off— the left one. Pigonneau had fallen on the stairs, his chest pierced with bullets, but Hu bert had kept it up and he had done splendidly, for he had found his lieu tenant and the four men. all wounded but alive, and he had captured the house. He really did not know how, but twenty Germans lay dead or wounded on the ground. As.for himself—there was nothing f WftL, \ AvyiMAY "This is 7 AMJ UP-70-j Pate / s&fcick:) at all the matter with h^m but for the lost ear and a few wounds from bul lets and sworde. Then hospital and recovery, and back to the trenches once morel The trench grew rather dull and monoto nous, he said, and one night he set out to pay a visit to the Germans without telling anybody. He tramped through the deep, sticky aud, In a pouring rain, cut the barbed wife and sud denly hurled himself at the enemy, yelling like a madman ’^Surrender!" he cried. “The Zou aves are coming, and they give no quarter!" The Germans appeared to under stand French very well, for they im mediately threw up their hands— there were about 30 of them—and cried: "Cava! Cava! Pardon, com rades!" All Hubert had to do was to shout for his comrades. Unfortunately, the very next day a n second was because of half a dozen bullets, a few sword cuts and a lost ear. This time it was a shell and a fractured shoulder. He had been hit by shrapnel in several places, but he had also got the military medal. Just now he was smiling In his sleep as he was lying in his white bed swathed in bandages like a mummy. Was he dreaming? Perhaps. At any rate, he had met with adventures enough to dream about. Dow*n there on the battle fields, amidst blood and Iron, he had shown such extraordinary strength and courage that his old comrades the “poilus” were talking about him in every trenen. He be came their favorite from the very day he came to them with his--20 years hi* boyish face and his light heart. At R it was he who captured the house of the mayor which the Ger- The Simple Gurkha. The Gurkhas, who cafe from India to France to take their place in the Brit ish firing line, were sometimes very amusing during the long voyage to Eu rope. When they had been at sea two whole days without seeing land they be came very much disturbed in mind. “Without doubt, the captain of the ship has lost his way," they said, but they counseled together and decided at length that all was well. Some one asked them how they reached till* decision. They led him to the stern of the vessel and pointed to the long wake of water boiling behind them, end said with a smile as broad a* the greatness of the discovery— "Without doubt he follow** the path.” Proving His Case. A man who had received a Jury notice pleaded deafness as hla excuse for not attending. "I really am deaf,” he said to the clerk who was enrolling the name*. “Prove it,” said the clerk. The man hesitated, then hi* face brightened as an organ commenced to play In the street outside. "Can you hear that organ?" he said. “Yes.’ replied the clerk. “Well, I can’t.” replied the man, trl« umphantly. A Business Woman. One day a young musician called on Strauss and asked permission to play for him a parody on the famous com poser’s "Salome.” Strauss granted the request. When the young man had fin ished Strauss was enthusiastic in his ap proval. “Very droll—very droll!” he cried. "It Four o’clock. The mail was brought Quick!” cried Hubert. ’Quick: