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THURSDAY, JANUARY 11, 1917 et il SO & AR RAVE W BARON BEAN S 'SELNORE’ THEY Re LEAD ON, GRNSD PUERGD) AL SONNA WEAR *Mmxi AN 45AD ow, Por Ma A Costumrs At e JosE” ESYORAUDO Mo -~ BQEHL: AND IM Pow Lows - U\ SURE THRY 1L BR ¢ > SabTo Ger Some )22 g 2 %AL AWICE- : t/@ q 587 3 I ,/ = & Py (/’4‘ 5 \‘Il;};/$:'-: "\ e A Iy UTEY SES A 4 ‘ p ,IT SN ‘\. ,‘,','l VA —— &2 v, ) N i -\ F - & (3 V=7 2AI SANAAAA, Tj O A= : > Ui o) - 43 N S =L Rl 2 ~}, g ,l ;- Ay _“‘E_ad &cfi: R = i e T BRINGING UP FATHER ] DI You HEAR 5 NO- ANY THIN | ABOUT MR SMITHY . g Doc?m SERIO) 2 fi'._i*fllc:‘ . Eem | ‘b‘-\ B gk - ] e {/ :‘??‘ " A l"/ }i K 3 e fi N /’ ‘:' \‘. l; ™ " “ l / ‘ I s : ! R L ' L Pyl ol ol nd i e ‘ g Efl’ A\ R s (S - ‘ l‘w{ |ly o ™| POLLY AND HER PALS IF PAS SEUT AJEE Wi ol ¥ ERRAND HE HASAT ,::(l,]émg %‘ ! 1 DoUT G ! ] (USS FOR HiM! Pt FAR' NED } 4t | S [T HERES Ourlf 1 | ’ OWICE "6 TTesT 11 | | i 3 oI S HR At %Am Bl ~,','2;‘ 3 bRw ITH M 'AbT '&@/’ I © (Dss' % ‘) %\ g e TN o) il L ¥ Fi 4 4) / ! \?&\' =" US BOYS GOSH, HERE COMFE'S THIS [ MDST WORK SHRIMP MORTON DAME! | AIN'T- INTO A 6000 HUMOR . GONNA OPEN MY MOUTH | WANT HIM TO MAKE TO HER, GEE SHE'S A A DOLL MOUSE FOR \ s { A - fi N PHILOSITORIAL S IF YOU WANT TO KNaeK A FELLOW, DON'T DO (T~ BEHIND HIS BACK DO TIN ggonroc HIS #%cs, sur SURE YOURE BIGGER THAN HE IS, | A Bond of Sympathy By ELLA RANDALL PEARCE. HE young woman in the little I studlo under the eaves turned petulantly from her easel to see the young man of the window op posite regarding her with what seem ed to her at that moment to be im pertinent curiosity, “There's that mars” cuflnf at me again!” she thought resentfully, “It's awful to have windows so close that u can't glance out without looking {xl‘to other people's rooms.” She worked a few minutes with an air of dignified unconcern; but the kering lines between her dolicate t::v- were deepening. She was un comfortably conscious of that woll Jean figure and serious boylsh face gt GOAT GRARBERS ' JAKE Q WARMBLOOD, WHO GOE'S :/ ALL WINTER WITHOUT AN OUER & coaT. _ YE 6008 YOUD THINK ",' HE'D PREEZE !!! ‘ ) her unknown nelghbor. But this was not all. Something was wrong with her working mood, “I haven't a decent idea this morn - Ing." she reflected. “Look at those Cuplds—as pudgy and uninteresting As can be!™ She daubded a bit of color on a cherub-like face and Klggled ner. vously. “There, I've made him look llke & bad case of sunburn. It's no use—] can't work with——with " She cast another glance between her frilly sash curtains and her frown deepened. “I can't work with that Impertinent fellow staring at me.” She rose and stood for an instant stff and sasive behind her case ment glass, gen an arm shot up and & liner: shade was drawn with sig- Copyright, 1017, International News Bervice—Registered U. 8. Patent Office. T S P Too AE, IA) GONNA BB | WILL GO AS MOATEZUMA § ME, 1M GouNA Ba (WA OSN LADR ) [DAver iR AASR e )|4 oLo feow | WTH A FRIELE OF IPSHA&YWS‘;\,%, 23 AND SILVER SPURS 2) (. gmu A Rost it g,bfi"mmum AND % OALY TH. Syl N &vfi%flmhwm' A Bog,;g%,},g;*;‘*" PMEETOR M-/ a) Nall . 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A N hp Lt 'R B - €4, B ' A Inmmt celerity between the young ‘woman In her little studio under the eaves and the observant young man of the window spposite, - For a moment Lols stood tensealy behind the darkening screen. A sud. den mmon of feeling made heor repentant. That last (Mmro of the offender's face had sapped her anger,; more than that, it had carried an ap peal that wrenched her heart-strings. She turned aslde and looked at her walun’ eanel moodily. Then, slipping out of her enfolding apron, she fluflod up her hair, put on a short et and qullled sallor hat and went out into the sarly atuumn sun shine. Two hours later she was sip ping tea with a friend, a mature woman who had been her confidant and adviser since ahr had come from her home in the hills to the busy town “My dear, you're tired—that's what'y the matter,” Mra. Keppler was saying soothingly. “Your life is one-sided; too much work and not enough ’w “But I love my work and am Copyright. 1816. International News Service Rexistered U. 8. Patent Office Copyright, 1917, Newspaper Feature Serviee, Ine.—Registered U. 8. Patent Office. Great Britals Rights Reserved. OOW THERE'S A BIG THREAD ON YODR COAT' - AREN'T YOO AP e e IMPIE PEARY - N Loy ¢ Y A \ ~ oy g \ b - > R v &3 U WELL KNOWN SAYINGS -~ ILLOSTRATED ¢ DONT FoLD o £ T 1 ; ERES PIE Sgwfl‘"” Jcomng! to be getting on. I'm not a blighted genius, you know; eating my heart out because I'm doomed to paint post. ‘ cards instead of masterpleces.” Lols laughed and nibbled on home made ginger cookie. But her com panion shook her head pagely. . "I know. But ome can have too much of work even when the heart's In It sald Mrs., Keppler patiently, “*You're lonely, too. It's too bad you don’t know some nice young man, Just the right sort.” She looked thought . fuilly at Lois' fine, sensitive face with nut(y amber hair encircling it like an Aurecle. “That reminds me, dear. 1 have another friend from the coun. try; ambitious and lonely like your self. 1 knew his mother well and—" “Oh! A nice young man.” Lois mme: mpmoul‘yh.. m«» glanco was keen across P “I fancy he's & nice m‘ man.” re. plied Mrs. Keppler . “But he is used to wide spaces and hospitable folks. The I& bores and cramps him. He'll down 'flc " w and make good. He's the THE ATLA~N<A GEORGIAN » WELL - ‘ l:l" OH! NO ! THATS 400 D e . hy ek A "‘ .:l'? i * "\ m : E A e o ) { / \ '," | o o 1 .}g - 4 peee o g I I ! I I ‘ l! |l, i - ! bt Daral' B -~ AwS TouBLE Daral’ PCKEAdS! : Sugan = . Fuosk! E » T i Emily Has Something Up Her Sleeve—Besides Her Ar don Electric Company, and he lives in your neighborhood -in Arlington place.” “Why, the next street, back of Haddon Hall. Arlington place is only one block long.” Lols was sitting straighter and her eyes had begun to sparkle. “What does your nice young man look 'tke, Mr. Keppler?* “lLdke a thousand others in the elty, except when you look right into his eyves—and they're different. [ never taw such handsomer, honest eyes, very dark, very keen, very serious.” “And given to staring.” murmured Lols. “Is he short or tall?” | “Tall and rather thin, but nothing weakly about him. Good physique, you know; but reedy, like his moth. er” Mrs. Keppler laughed in her qong good-natured way. “I'l confess, my dear. I've been trying to bring you two lonaly souls hm but I've failed, 2’. Philip's Mh: tpb:-. nograph Ma& " says me it all the when he's home, he's brought home red geraniums and set them on hiv window sill,” ;No { ONonon, 2 ( %fiu‘::', BEAY | ( uTsuw) 2N Al ,*« A / s he PR N ‘& it R i <& ’ 0D Amswer to Mestard anes Go-iRe~ 10 WHY CANT YOU MAKE CARPENTERS FROM WHOSIS IN BOSTON, v 5. A® BELIEVE THERE 1S ANy SUcH THING WHO WAS THE FIRST MAN :s STIO_NE ¥ BECAUSE, THEY NEUER MENTIONED INTHE BIBLE T Al IT NOW, LET THE MATTER DRoP ' ANSWER TO-MORROWr ” And This Boy Ought to Know A\ S 4 VAV, S o WHAT WAS (1, | PICTURED (3 MY | %%\ F,figgg‘ s MIND WHAT THEY M or it AI;’N, WoULD Look L A Q 2 ; A ‘lug_ CosTume f=ntr § __ | THeY 541> THeY | e T | == WOouLD WEAR == I == [===\AAD OH SeNOR.: B ' II =\ [t ViSioN & | l i -Q;._ WAS M/gh&, = | 3 T NJHAN MORTA Q 4 MIND e L P\ Bean : ' ! ‘v ."' ~’-_, ;L- BAR, ) "'////I.l'B‘\' - = i ./\uo beadp i, - BN\ A"" "..‘,“, ?E -_(n(’ .-, . y') e P 5‘./’,’?‘ - o ; A A / / T ) N 4 O, : .o e > .Or " 7 NX~ }/v_ . g [ . —""> ,\:_’__ T —e = G T | THE River wuz r s o] ORY AN HE BROKE 5.7 HIS NECK - e @ bl B 0 I\ Ay J L o ’ e 4 . L | N §4 4 :;-:1E : " 1 R / gl : : l / /| - g q"’”f”‘ffg TN y | Iw. A J 9 Delicia Makes Good in a Pinch DQRA‘ 'DQR.]', —-D‘CK!us! v SU6AR" FUDGE ! PIFFLE! N ATTA GAL, %,‘; : DELICIA. ) oo\ 2 P oAT Gt ;% (42 o A W N, & e \ " & \:A ':wl: Ew j ; ‘r e | ¥ Ll | g l{g .| Iw | ' : '/';f’”""', [ e | _W:OA.A A f €& oo I 0“, o“'m. - cz .? ss:l:: Q_Q, s ‘? ? r # QOH, O, On, Q.Q. e Fropdd) % R ? Ppo Q ¢ e ) L 3 ) ; , '.." » . Sy "”lun"“\ fi, Y® HE THINKS WE'S PRETTY K WISE, BUT JUST WATCH N\ sm.‘l SLIP T OUER O ¥ S IM'-SEE TO-MORROW S OM MEUAMARA, - . PAPER “Yes, I know,” murmured Lols; and A flush began to steal across her falr checks. “But why haven't I met him, then? What's the matter?” “I guess llt's the perversity of Fate,” smiled Mrs. Keppler. “Or else Philip Strang 1s timid. I teld him about you, and he was coming here today, 1 thought we would have tea together; and he's 5o fond of my cook les. They're made by a recipe of his mother's.” “But why didn't he come?” persist. ed Lols. “I think he doesn't want to meat me.” "Oh, my dear! He's been most anx. sous; fi‘ that's why I wouldn't tell rou ore. You're ::cn & perverse ittle person sometimes. He was com- Ing today, as I sald; but I got a phone message about an hour befors ‘o« Came In that he could not keep is :;\polntment“ 'lm:othtng had hap perél unex y, he said.” “Oar~ ml’:'c'tue WaSs erimson now, and she leaned it down upon her clasped hands to conceal it I By Geor;m The message from Phillp Strang had come one hour before her ap pearance in Mrs. Keppler's apart ment; one hour after an irate, dis dainful young woman in her little studio under the eaves had rebukingly interposed a linen shade between her. tels and a wistful, lonely young man in his window opposite! Bhe rose ‘;o Ko, smiling sweetly, “Ask your nice young man to come again, Mrs. Keppler,” she purred. “You've got m einterested, And--tell him I want to meet him, Tell him— I'm sorry he didn't come today." Lois flashed Into her studio with spirited buoyanecy. She slipped into her big apron and faced her easal, smiling deflantly at the pudgy, unat tractive Cupids. “When [ get through with you"-—she bhegan, flourishing her brush--"you'll all look as happy as if ~aß If you'd been eating Mrs, Kep peler's ginger cookies Then she turned and looked hope. Illy between her frilly sash curtains, The window opposite was open, and stralns of automatic musio drifted out -ATUANTA, GA., ~ L ————— Registered U. 8. Patent Offfcs. My. Herriman’s cartoons appear t» film in animated form issued by the International Film Serv ce and are shown at all leading theatres, TODAY I 8 Nouß BIRTU-DAY\ /0N “HRALY, HERE'S Theat \ %0 CIGAR \ou, R You - ISNATL H 4 o . & &) o= N o s ATS TWe Basr Dawsonr Two Cear Sl6an, ) Coup Buy - I £ b Q I'tL 6o Skt IF He'S USING IT . oo 0? . ,u = 8 o ®@ : .’i‘g ~ i- 4 %3 l'lmla... ot - upon the air. ESome red geraniums glowed on the sill. As Lols watched, the music ceased; and a tall, lean fig ure appeared; then, at sight of her, seemed about to retreat. But what he saw in that dries mo ment c?und Phillp ‘&tr:n:‘uto pause and to look again w 1 ayes. His little neighbor of the ltuM fi"' he had liked to watch; the girl e had hoped to meet; the girl who had given him such a crushing rebuke that very morning-—was 100 at him with direct, beseeching eyes, as he walted with his heart to the core, she flashed him & friendly smile across the narrow , and disappeared, : - As soon as possible, Philtp 3 was on his way to ses Mra : AL Lo o R T