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T H E W tM T ¥ «H W r««R M *n W*T FRIDAY, J U LY 15. 1927 .--•vj»*.*. ^%E»\. •—. I* FINNEY OF THE FORCE Naughty, Nauffit)? 1 <C -, r f f i> a i A j*T ’etuj<1 # 2 » TN* W tlNT Mu»T M*vt M IN AT A i AM»» *CAt SI TVA Y SA'O Hit IUNVWN» > w a | in t in t i ; Little # ■les p tf ECONOMY m; THE FEATHERHEADS The Signals Got Crossed » um I • «« «« • A * * » v«s»*V » N P H« in M FeettjsrlyeA^ J—— rue att * b In the club they were talking of men who, though fuinous and wealthy, were at the eame time very mean. “I onoe knew a man," said Holler, "who was so economical that he used to cover up hts Inkwell between dtps In case any should he lost by evapo ration.” "IlUt I kmwv a wan,” observed Cut ler, "who stopped hie dock every night to prevent the works wearing while he was asleep!"—London An swers. — 6M a k ì I) V O *l A MW dinmcq JOLTS AND JARS toOMM AMO •AT bOWN , 1\y«se4 B| I Y**» Buzzing Around Kra—Iter strength was gslned through a vibratory system- Jolts, you know. May—And ber beauty by meuna of Jara. Subdividing the Claudi Our Pet Peeve Tbs airship leaves Ihs sank behladl And Kancy, growing bold. Bart, -osaiUs In Ihe air" we'll find Uy agente bought sad sold. He Had One Regret 5 Master of the House I’ve been wultlng for you Just one hour. Mistress of the llous»- Before we were married you aald that you would be willing, like Jacob, lo wait for me twice eevrn years. Muster (live yvnra married)—I only wish I ha A A Defective Title H . w- v "What has become of that tilled •Danger who wanted to marry you?" T i l admit,” said Miss Cayenne, ‘that the title dasxled me a little, hut | father Is a good business man and In- titled on my having tbe title searched." —Washington Star. Eaty Money lull - Did Ted pay you that dollar he borrowed the other day? Fred— doth. I forgot! ril have to ask him. Hill— Iljr the way, ran you lend me a five? Hopeful 7 Dad—I promised you a bicycle If you passed the evnuilhatlon, but you failed. What have you been doing? Son—Learning lo ride n bicycle. TH A T P U PPY SMITH By Charles Sughroe Ä “ “ - Vmmm M1CK1E, THE PRINTER'S DEVIL 3 OH, DEAH • BASK-TÎ5 THE BEASTLY OU? S R I U P . 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"It wasn't a dog It wua that puppy Smith I" OH, PI Ml A Good Day It Truth can stamp this on your « o l iar: "H s look hit doss and didn't ho|l«r,” Y o u 'll far# Issa III on Judximnt day Than say h ellyarh ln g Jny. 3* sassi 351=10 SJAdYJVHJH 22TAT23 Thc\ ;* f / f » H0 n £ v DAL£-'|| esT Arcs INC *, T ^ r T wm I Ô voh V u r m 6 playzho CAN I MAYBE AfTCK IF f o R YA 6 A i(0 H THC HCWerDAliS AFTCR MR. P ark ', huh , mp . w IPlAYtOONTHC P a « k ; A fre *? MACNOtiAJ INO O A Îf. IO i O-ONTHC m AC n o u m MilPAH K -A fr««C AN Clancy; Kids Yes: «- voo Jfti. I S £ c t iO M f H o u if J A Howe ite 6/ve voua C h a n c e at ' I no . basc I PLAYOti 2NI) BAJC, For the Dead Onet Slight Favor By Warden (to tbe man In the chair)— Is there anything I can do for you be fore I throw the switch? Doomed Convict—Yes, take my place. PERCY L. CROSBY leadin' In the stretch by a neck when the elephant comes up from behind, sticks out bis trunk and wins by a nose. Cheaper Florist—These roses are $0 a dozen. Bandy—I—er—think I'll Jnst send her some flower Seeds and let her plant them herself. Moderate Enthuiiatm t Jocko, the Monk—Y’sce, It wu* this Fay : The giraffe I was Tidin' was Hope Deferred Asking—1 understand your old aunt la very rlrh. Does iho enjoy good health? Ardupp— Knjoy It? She positively gloats over It. Hub— Wo must go to some quint. Inexpensive place next summer. Wife—oh. Boh, don’t talk so gme- aomely. You know there ure no long er any qnlet Inexpensive places ex cept the cemetery. Chippy T u rn * Salesman. HOW IT HAPPENED A Brilliant Shot Mrs. Ilrown (coldly)—Will you ptenso explain whnt you mennt by "Oh. Helen, a kiss!” In your sleep lust night? Ilrown—Why—er—Helen la Just a pet name for a Millard ball, my dpar. As the audience wag departing from tbe Dach program which Stokowski and his Philadelphia orchestra gave at Carnegie hall recently, an enthusiastic young miss asked her male escort, "Didn't you Just love the concert?” "Well, I didn't love It, exactly," he replied, "but I respected It."—Musical Courier. A LANDED PROPRIETOR The Other Way "lie knows Ills business from tbe ground down.” "You mean the ground np, don’t you?” “ No, he happens to be a miner.” Power of Money He— Very well, then. Hut 111 tell you one thing—money doesn't make a happy marriage. She— No—but It makes up for i# unhappy one. _____________ to look K over, fell ont and—” Ilrown — "And became a landed proprietor, eh?" Pleate Smith— “ As soon ns .Tones bought Ids piece of ground he climbed a tree There had been n train wreck and one of two traveling authors felt him self slipping from this life. “ Qood- by, Charlie,” he groaned to Ills friend. " I’m done for." "Don't say that, Jim, old boy," gasped the other In horror. "For heaven's sake, don't end your laat sentence with a preposition!”—Path finder, Even at You and I Davis— Did you have words with your wife? Danks— Ves. I had words, but no opportunity for using them. Not the Catacombil "Ah, my friend, you seem to have g very stiff neck.” "Yes; I got It while sketching In Italy.” "In an accident?" “ No; I painted the Leaning Tower of I’lsa.”— Moiidnglsao-fltrtx. And There Wat Silence Mrs.—Who Is Ibis silly-looking old thing? M r—Why—eh—It's n photo. 1 ■napped It of you lust month, dear.