The Syracuse Journal, Volume 27, Number 52, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 25 April 1935 — Page 6

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Yu’an Hee See Laughs

SYNOPSIS Matt Kearney, young American living In Condon, way* good-by to hie sister board the Wallaroo bound tor Colombo. The Wallaroo la conveying {2.000.000 In gold to Australia. . Kearney meets Inspector Dawson Haig, of Scotland Yard. very much in love with Eileen. Haig Is convinced opium "Is concealed In Jo bung's warehouse. Called to other duty, he delegates Kearney, with Detective Norwich. to visit the place and find out what he can. While in the warehouse Kearney picks up a notebook. Yu’an Hee See. Chinaman, whom Haig has long been seeking as the leader ot * band of International thieves. Is at Jo Lung’s. Discovering the loss of hie notebook, he sends two of his followers after Norwich- and Kearney, one of whom be realises must have picked It up. Soon after leaving Kearney Norwich Is murdered. Haig Is pus-' sled over cryptic notes In the book, referring to stops to be made by the Wallaroo. While he is poring over the book, a monstrous creature, enters. Mises It, and escapes. Kearney's story of bearing horrible laughter while at Jo Lung’s, satisfies Haig his quarry was In hldlpg there, he recognising the peculiar malignancy of laugh. CHAPTER IV—Continued The big Scot drew one gnarled hand out of his pocket and banged It on the table before him. The Arab waiter shuffled across from aom. hiding place. “Brandy!" The Arab retired, but almost immediately returned. And as he set more cognac before the customer, he dropped a green slip upon the table. instantly the Dig man grabbed It, drank his brandy at a gulp, and crossed to the stairs, je mounted, unsteadily, drew the curtain aside, and disappeared. . . . "Ueno!’’ said Dawson Haig. 'meth Ing has happened. Dtd you notice?" “Yea." ills companion nodded. "B . it Is. 1 think, as i have said. There are other rooms here; no doubt some company of fools Is meeting in one of them, to discuss the overthrow of the present Russian misgovernment, or something of Jiat kind. Our brandyswilling friend has been summoned to Join them." "Possibly." the other murmured. "But 1 should have liked a glimpse of that green slip." Even as he spoke the Portuguese elapped his hands, ordering the waiter to bring cigarettes. And when this order was executed—a green slip accompanied the little blue-wrapped packet! The customer visibly started at sijtht i, of it, stood up, a small, lithe figure, and started up he stairs as the other bad done. "H'm!” said Dawson iialg. “A second chance missed. 1 would give a year's M. Ballon. to be present at this meeting you speak of." The meeting to which Dawson Haig referred was taking place In a large room two doors above. A singular com- . pany was assembled. A case ot champagne had been opened in the center of the floor. Upon a big, marble-topped table were bottles of whiskey, brandy, gin. absinthe and even arak. Boxes of excellent cigars lay upon many of the smaller tables placed before the settees. The air was gray, almost unbreathable. with tobacco smoke. Out of those thick glass mugs usually employed to serve lager, the guests were engaged In demolishing the various beverages provided. As the big man entered, pipe in hand, and stood, swaying and looking about him with bleared eyes, wild yells of greeting went up. The newcomer seemed bemused by his riotous reception. one could almost watch the alow workings of that fuddled brain. Then, evidently having discovered the person he was seeking, he picked fits way to a narrow settee between two curtained windows, on which one man lounged in supercilious isolation. Thia was a prucely groomed Egyptian, bls sleek black hair growing very tow upon bis cheek-bones. With his clean-shaven, olive face and very white teeth, he was a languorously handsome • figure. A scarlet tarbush lay beside him where he reclined supported by many silken cushions, and there was an open attache case upon the floor, apparently full of papers. “Helio, MacUea,” he said, greeting the newcomer in English, which he spoke with facility but a slight accent. "You are late. You and one other are last to report" Watching the heavy lip twitching under a graying mustache, he thought “Only desperation has made you report at aIL" “1 bad b— l’s work and *’• was the reply. “1 hadna a bean. I’ve had bite nor sup since yesterday morning, and 1 walked here from Calais." “You bad a well-lined purse the last time we met Mac. and it’s your own fault if it’s empty now. But—" the Egyptian smiiqd meaningly Into the debauched sac will soon be welL filled again. Show me your papers, and 1 will sea that you have supper." The Scotsman laid a number of papers, including a greasy passport, upon a Utile table. "There you are, Chief." The man addressed as Chief glanced through the documents and the passport; then, from the attache case he took a long envelope. He removed the contents, enumerating them as be . did so. “One—fifty pounds English." Ims said. •Two—a week’s pay in advance. Three —your ticket for Trieste; you leave in the morning. Four—cabin accommodation Trieste to Alexandria. Fivela the small envelope—the name and address of tbs man from whom you will take further instructions when .you • get there." Be replaced these all, adding those papers which Macliea bad given him, them deftly supped an elastic band around envelope and passport, handing It back with a smile. “And now go to it. Mac." be said. “If* your last night. From now on, you are under orders, . , Bat bls keen brain waa busy, and he was thinking: “This man is efficient but dangerous. I must be prepared to replace him • Maclles turned and looked abreff the

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difficult to find within any similar area a more complete set of ruffians. Their nationalities were various. But most of them had at least one quality in common—they were drunk. in the matter of villainy there was little to choose between them. There was a huge, cross-eyed Swede, bearded nearly to the eyes, who apparently possessed no name other than Red; an Italian with sly sidelong eyes answering without resentment to the name of the Wasp; a Chinaman with an evil scarred and pock-marked . face: thia creature was apparently known as One Eye. Other ruffians there were, black, white, yellow, and brown, draining tankards of champagne and shouting coarse personalities. "You look rotten, Mac, you do!" shouted a coarse voice. “Come and feed your face, old cock. Uncle Tom. here, wants to talk to you." Maclles started in the direction 'of the speaker, a thickset bull-necked individual, scars of the ring visible upon nose and ear. His companion. Uncle Tom. was a powerful negro, whose little sunken eyes seemed to bold a reddish light, so that they resembled those of a gorilla. Maclles Joined these two at their table, and the negro drew a laden supper wagon alongside. As a man who Is famished, the Scotsman helped himself. The ex-prize fighter filled for him a mug with champagne just as the Portuguese came in. He was greeted with cries of "Ferdy I" “What’s scared you, Ferdy?" “Didn’t think you was goin’ to join up again, Ferdy." This last from Kid Brown, the Cockney fighter. Load laughter, clapping of hands, and stamping of feet . . . The new arrival made his way to the settee where the Chief reclined, watching him and thinking: “This man la afraid. He may destroy us. . . .” Downstairs In the restaurant, the Russian politician continued his apparently interminable harangue. The two men who had penetrated to the mysteries beyond failed to return. Dawson Haig turned to the French detective. "I may she chasing a shadow," he said. "But 1 am not satisfied I mean to wait until one of them comes out again; then I mean to follow him. IS there any other way out of this place?” “Not that I am aware of," the French detective replied. He smiled. "There is perhaps a political meeting going on. 1 fear you are wasting time, monsieur." "Having nothing better to, do at the moment," Dawson Haig returned grimly, "I Intend to go on wasting my time, for at least another hour." Upstairs the party was growing riotous. As a result of some small dispute. Red, the huge Swede, very drunk, had challenged One Eye. the Chinaman, to a wrestling match. One of the tables had been overturned by the combatants, and much glass broken, but all carried on merrily. The elegant chief slp|»ed coffee and smoked Egyptian cigarettes, exchanging light badinage with various members of the company. But always he remained, reclining amidst his cushions—watching, weighing men. and estimating motives. ... Two guests were singing at the top of their voices, one in German and the other in Portuguese. The supporters of these rivals (who were not singing the same song) added their voices to the choruses. And tn the midst of this uproar, the Wasp, drawing a knife from his sieeve. leaped across the table before him and sprang, snarling, upon the German singer. “You sing that about me, you swine I" he shouted. Both vocalists ceased abruptly, and the German fell back on a table Immediately behind him, which was smashed by his weight, so that Its contents were spilled all over those sestet! near IL At the same moment, with great presence of mind, he kicked the Italian in the stomach. The Wasp's knife fell from his band, and howling with agony, he dropped and lay writhing on the floor. A big blond Brandenburger, extracting himself from debris of the broken table, sprang upon the fallen Wasp. “Italian pig! 1 strangle you!" be roared. The Chief stood up, smiling no longer. “Orders!” he cried in a sharp voice. The Brandenburger hesitated, drew back. Cat-calls, cheers, and laughter ceased. The agonised Italian, groaning, struggled to regain his feet In the space of ten seconds complete silence came. AU faced the Chief. -I Ijave to remind you of orders.” The Egyptian's voice cut through the stillness. "I will overlook this breach—it is the first tonight But any other Infringement I must report to Mr. King.” "To h— i with Mr. King!" the German exclaimed thickly, bis murderous glance still set upon the Wasp. . . . The Chief slowly turned hit luminous eyes upon the speaker. The lust ot bartie faded from the German’s expression and be looked almost with despair at that slim figure standing at the end of the room regarding him. "This is regrettable, Frans." the Chief continued in bls calm voice, "most regrettable tonight when we are newly reassembled. Nevertheless I cannot possibly overlook It** Bo began to glance about from face to face. AU •Not the Adder!" the German whispered. “Doni send for the Adder. I don’t moan to do it Chief. I am drunk—see? And when it is so, I am mad to fight!" “I shall make due allowance for the foot" And now the Chiefs glance rested upon the battle-scarred face of the London prise fighter. "Kid rhe called sharply. With obvious reluctance the Kid ■ ;. ■ ’ '' .

ishly. “Yes. Chief?" The Egyptian pointed to the big Brandenburger. “Thrash Franz for me.” he directed calmly. “Do not Injure him seriously —but teach him to respect orders—drunk or sober.” Mention of that seemingly commonplace name, Mr. King, as If it I>OB- - some magic quality, had sobered the company. All drew back to the utmost limits of the room. But all avoided the neighborhood of the Chief. The Kid, who wore a double-breasted coat* with a woolen pullover beneath, removed, first the coat, then the pullover. When finally he had discarded his vest, be displayed a formidable torso, with bulging biceps and rippling shoulder muscles. The German also shed his coat, and as he did so: “Thank you, Chief," he said, looking along the room. “I take what it Is coming to me." Turning be faced the pugilist. “I'm sorry, mate," said the latter. "But orders is orders. No offense. Cover up as well as you know ’ow.” With which friendly warning he shot a left of deadly accuracy to the man's jaw. The sound of Its Impact echoed around the room. It was the “Maxim silencer,” In the words of one sporting critic, for which the Kid had been celebrated tn the prize ring—a pistonrod blow, which if it registered, flesh and blood could not withstand. * And, incredible though It seemed, the Kid meant It kindly. He knew that swift oblivion followed by an aching head was preferable to a mangling. Franz staggered, threw up bls arms, and fell to bls knees. Stooping, he spat a tooth upon the floor. Kid stood over him, amazed when he did not topple forward. "Has be bad enough, Chief?" he asked. “No. Hit him again, but make him stand up. Stand up, Franz," he ordered. The big German looked up, almost pathetically, into the face of the Kid. Then slowly, he rose to his feet. Blood streamed down his chin. “Put yer *ands up,” Brown demanded. “Make a fight for It—it’ll make me feel better." The Brandenburger rushed, closed with the boxer, and held him in a bearifenFlj , -tail Jw “There’s No Malice, Franz?* like grip. The Kid brought a short one to his right ear, but that .grizzlybug continued. “Chief!” the tighter cried. "Make Im break away!” "1 told you to thrash him," was the ealm reply. The Kid rained blows upon the head and body, but the tenacious, powerful German was slowly lifting him off his feet . . . And now be bad him clear of the floor! A hoarse, suppressed cry of excitement from the onlookers greeted this feat Drink fumes cleared from the fighter's brain, and ring craft came to bis aid. Suddenly be seemed to crumple up in that strange hug which was squeezing the life out of him. He col lapsed, dropped limply from those em bracing arms . . . and even as the German looked down at him. panting with his giant exertions, the Kid came to his feet like a catch released, and that piston-rod left drove again straight to the point Frans crashed down so as to shake the room. “Good," said the Chief. “Lay him on the settee there until he comes to.” His orders were obeyed, and the party continued merrily. In the restaurant below, Dawson Haig and his Pana confrere exchanged reminiscence*. M. Ballon waa growing restless, the stipulated hour having expired. “Would it ba possible,” said Haig apologetically, "to arrange for some one to follow any persons coming down from above and leaving the restaurant tonight?” "Why, certainly.* waa the reply. “1 can go and arrange for this now, if yea care to wait” Til wait,” said Haig. He eettfed their account with the Arab waiter, and, lighting a dgaretter waa turning over the mystery of the whole thing in hi* mind. Suddenly, the curtains at the bead ot the stair* were drawn aside. ... Two men came down, one supporting the other. The man supported was heavily built and ot definitely Teutonic type From time to time be spat into a btoodstawed h«r>tik orchid, r He unkUEed

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His companion, who wore a brightly colored pullover ana gray flannel trou sers, seemed nuch concerned about him. “Sure you’re ali right mate?” he asked as theq? reached the foot ot the stairs. “I’m all right, Kid," was the guttural reply. “You do me well, but you do me decent” They began to cross the floor, making for the doorway. “There's no malice, Franz?” “There is none. Orders Is orders.” Haig realized that the fighting man, with that sublime insular ignorance of his class—took for granted the fact that no one else In the restaurant understood English: “Anyway, I’ll see you to a taxi,” he said, “and we’ll ’ave a drink together in Cairo." They had nearly reached the curtain draped in the opening beyond which the stout lady presided over coffee beans. Dawson Haig held his breath. “For me, not Cairo." the German replied. “1 go to Marseilles tomorrow . .. and ... by the Wallaroo. . . ." Haig stood up and followed. By some unfortunate accident, a taxi passed at the very moment of their exit, and he came out onto the street only In time to see It pulling away, and to meet the glare of vicious,, sunken eyes, as the cockney tighter confronted him. “Lookin’ for anything, mooso?" Inquired the latter truculently. “Yes,” said Haig, “do you think you could get me a taxi?” For a moment the other glared, then his battle-scarred face broke into an appreciative grin. “I thought you was a foreign bloke, but I ain’t no bloomin’ porter, mate. Get your own taxi!" Dawson Haig walked slowly in the direction of the Place Pigalle. ‘ CHAPTER V The R. M. S. Wallaroo lay about fifty "miles south-southeast of Barcelona. Eileen was In the writing room completing a long letter which she had commenced the day before. Immediately after receipt of a Marconi message which read: “Don’t forget you promised to write. Signed. Billy Haig.” It was destined to be consigned to the post at Marseilles. The final paragraph, written on the previous evening, ran’. “I suppose It’s hopeless to expect too much for a fare of thirty pounds. My cabin is quite comfy, and the eats are good. The ship's officers are dears, and Jack Rattray looks after me wonderfully. But the passengers are very piggish." Eileen took writing paper from' the rack and continued: “There's one rather nice man on boartk a Mr. Durham, and, oddly enough, he knows you! Isn’t that funny? He’s agoing ashore at Marseilles. “Then there's a Doctor Oestler, whose cabin is next door to mine. He’s going to Sydney to take charge of the construction of some big electrical works somewhere in Australia. He knows a terrible lot about electricity. Jimmy Jackson, the senior Marconi man, told me that the doctor Is going to revolutionize the radio Industry. . . . 1 don’t know what be means. But both times I’ve been up to send messages Doctor Oestler'has been In the wireless room. He sends and receives a great number of messages. . . ." A scratching on the glass of the window immediately In front of the table attracted Eileen’s attention. She paused, pen in hand, looking up to see the chief officer. Jack Rattray, performing an excellent pantomime of a very thirsty man drinking. Eileen shook her head and pointed with her pen to the writing table. But Jack persisted, and finally Eileen nodded consent. They went downstairs together, heading for the doctor’s cabin. Rattray took a short cut through some of the serving quarters, and. passing an open doorway. Eileen detected over the rattle of a near-by kitchen the strain* of a gramophone. "Is that the chiefs gramophone?" she asked, turning to Jack. “He's entertaining the lady snake charmer,” was the reply. "She’s not really a snake charmer, is she?" "No. 1 don’t think she could charm snakes —as a matter of fact, I believe she trains elephants." There is a fine old house In the Darb ei Ahmar. in the native quarter of Cairo, which, after standing vacant for a number of years, apparently found a tenant Some time in 1V23 it was leased, and ever since had been occupied. . The frontage on the street is not imposing, except for two rather fine windows above a bleached door covered with Arabic Inscription* But it contains some fine apartment* on the first floor, and on the night of the twentieth—two days before the Wallaroo was due at Port Said—one of them was the setting of a scene to witness which Dawson Haig would have paid much. Under the light of one of the lamp* was set a coffee table, and near to u, buried in cushions. Orange Blossom lay. She smoked cigarettes and drank tea from a porcelain cup. A large silver Incense burner sent up clouds of perfumed smoke. The native latch of one of the three doors to the apartment was depressed. Yu’an Hee See came in. He closed the door and looked along the room. "Little blossom," he said, hl* strange vole* echoing tn the nearly empty room. *Ye« love the perftuao of Bo Kao. I. too, tore IL hot you burn too much.” The *e*M» pouted. "I can never do as 1 like” she exclaimed. “Since you brought me from China, I have never known any happiness. What have you come to tell me? 1* It that 1 must embark upon * ship, stifle In a train, or be sick tn an airplane? Something. 1 see in your eyes.” Yu an Bee See watched her, smiling. (TO BE CONTINUED)

Knitted Apparel Goes Ultra Chic By CHERIE NICHOLAS r .wr>Fyi I - f ' Jr I wu gMlBk i O jf--. / I y < Sr B

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IF YOU would keep in the very fore- * rank of fashion you simply mus» wear something knitted this spring Not only Is the smart set taking to knitting with more enthusiasm than ever, but knitted things sold in the shops were never more fascinating. So whether you knit your own or buy. you are certain to be smartly clad if your suit, frock, coat, blouse likewise hat, gloves, belt and scarf, one or all are kritted. Astonishing things are being done in knitted realms nowadays. Every fad. foible and intriguing move of fashion finds interpretation via knitted art on the new style program. Whicn accovnts for the Increasing enthusiasm expressed for knitted modes this sea--B<»a. The stunning three-quarter coat to the right in the picture is one unmistakable “reason why" women are continuing so whole-heartedly knittedminded this spring. It can be knitted rapidly because it is of heavy white cotton and made on large needles. Wide-at-the-wrist sleeves, a flattering collar and pouch-shaped patch pockets lend a casual air to this youthful mod-<-L The beauty of this coat is that It can be tubbed so easLk. If you prefer, make it of the new linen yarn or string. In either event, cotton or linen, this coat is a swank fashion and its "endearing charms" will give you Joy the entire spring and summer through. In looking at the cunning jacket-suit

SPRING BRINGS NEW SHADES IN MAKE-UP New spring shades are going to mean some new spring make-up for the woman of discernment Yellow, one of the favored spring colors, and beige, are calling for a coral tint In rouge and lipstick. Navy, however, requires a deeper tint, bordering on the red, rather than on the orange shade*. With white or black, orange or the more brilliant shades of red will be advisable. Local department stores have charts showing the shades of rouge and lipstick whicn should correspond to the shades of your clothes. No longer is it adequate to have one shade of rouge and one shade of lipstick, the authorities divulge. As for eye-shadow: blue goes with blue eyes, green with green, or brown eyes, and for evening, a new shadow with silver dust in IL that is dramatically effective. Flapper Mode Revival Is Suggested by Short Skirt The introduction of the short, full skirt in some Baris collections has set the fashion world to wondering whether the flapper is returning. Several designers showed daytime skirts that were an Inch or two shorter than those of the previous season and most ot them endorsed skirt fullness Pleats and gather* shared attention. Fluctuating skirt lengths also were a sensation of the evening modes. Ankles appeared again and again. The skirt which was sufficiently short to show footwear at the front frequently was lengthened to touch the floor at the back and sometimes to form a train. Peasant laffwooes The peasant Influence has come to town, accenting slimness with its full line*. Fullness Is used effectively, be low shoulder yokes, back and front with a suggestion of gathered flounce at the hack of the skirt above the kneeline. Waist and hips and shoulder* look twice as slim by comiitfrison.

What Women Want to Know About Fashions

Gold fingernails are not so startling, really. ? Evening fashions reflect Grecian influence. The most delightful fashion of the decade will be the spiral skirts. White pique bands many a hat and ties itself into bows over the front A tailored chamois vest tor wear with riding habits and suits is being shown.

to the left one can almost fancy the knitting beedies clicking a ditty, to wit: “If fashion sends diagonals then diagonals’ my choice.” Which Is exactly what we have been trying to say In regard to knitting, as now ’is, it is as facile and amenable as any woven-on-loom fabric and what’s more, knitted fashions are not missing a “trick” when It

comes to styling with fetching details, silhouettes, and accessory notes. Note, for instance, the shapeliness of the jacket to this suit. The skirt is straight and narrow and may be knitted with or without the new slit hemline. ("i'would be ever so smart with a hem to left front in the skirt.) The original of the model pictured la done In old ivory of a delustered crepe floss, knitted in a tweedy diagonal effect The dainty blouse of drop stitch pattern is cream color. Brown grosgrain ribbon trims the jacket and the crochet hat Speaking of the crochet hat reminds us to say to those who would rather crochet than knit that fashion is willing. Members of the smart set are having any amount of fun crocheting the new cape suits (cape and skirt) out of either mercerized cotton or the very popular carpet-warp string. The whole thing can be done in an open iacy stitch or the skirt may be in plain with lacy for the cape. The crochet or knit sweater looks best in contrasting color. For your spring suit we suggest the accessory ensemble of hat, purse and belt shown below. Crochet it of mercerized crochet cotton. The hat has the new off-the-face movement which is an accepted vogue in the advance showings. The “set” would be pretty in different color combinations. The one pictured is a rich brown with orange touches. ©. Western Newspaper Union.

WEAR FLOWERS By CHERIE NICHOLAS ■ i W" Hi said 'that fashions will be gay with flowers this season. The news of first Importance in the realm of stylish flowers Is the carnation. The favorite boutonniere of the moment is a big fluffy m«ny-petalled carnation, white, pink, red or even navy blue. Garlands of flowers will be worn like a necklace. Add a flower bracelet if you will A wreath In the hair, too, if It is evening. There Is rumor In the air that hats will be trimmed in natural flowers —a special little contrivance to hold them and to permit removing to change for fresh flowers. The flower ensemble in the picture is Interesting and very lovely. The turban and the caffs of the gloves are made of shaded purple violets. The bows are of satin ribtMW in a deeper shade Hats Go Bi-Colored Here’s something new in spring hats. Suzy makes a straw sailor whose right side is yellow and whose left side Is black. It Is finished with a simple black ribbon trim.

, Wear chamois accessories with iour spring taiileur. There is an increasing vogue for gen uine old jewelry. > lAice is usually fashioned tn a simple manner, letting the fabric speak tor i itself. If chamois is too perishable for your practical trend of costuming, the pig- ; skin theme will prove a good substitute.

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HOUSE FROCK-ON TAILORED LINES PATTERN SOS* Quite a “sweeping success," isn’t It, this well-tailored house frock with its slenderizing Lines and nicely detailed bodice? The skirt is fronted by a long slimming seam which breaks Into a perky kick pleat just below the knee; the,bodice Is gathered onto the yoke to J provide ample fullness. And don’t you like that vestee-like effect of the front yoke which does so much to break the width of the figure above the waistline? Buttons emphasize the trim belt, the pointed sleeve cuffs nnd the nice diagonal closing. Make it of any pretty cotton material, \ J / /fv\A / / I“A ZX V X\Z< v “ fcA Lg } /v I v J "' * I I * * V / 1 * v r/ • * / ' y // * 7/ V *// ’ V y/y y / A a\ * v v v U fTnl j ZAr v */Zll * * ■ /-«[ -fj i ’ \I / c i \ 2069 figured or plain, and you’ll have • house frock to be proud of! Pattern *2089 is available In sizes 16. 18, 20, 34. 36. 38, 40. 42, 44 and 46. Size 36 takes 3% yards 36 inch fabric. Illustrated step-by-srep sewing instructions Included. Send FIFTEEN CENTS (15c) in coins or stamps (coins preferred) for this pattern. Write plainly name, address and style- number. BE SURE TO iSTATE SIZE. Address: orders to Sewing Circle Pattern Department, 243 West Seventeenth Street, New York City.

EASY ONE A man complained to the local postmaster! because of the failure to deliver a letter improperly addressed. “Now, suppose." he continued, **l addressed a letter to the 'Biggest Dumbell in Christendom.' what would you do toward delivering it?" • *T should simply mark ‘Return to Sender,"" replied the postmaster. When in Doubt! Scroggs-4-Our courtship began in a most romantic manner. My wife saved me from drowning. She’s a magnificent swimmer. Boggs—l notice you never go into the water now. Scroggs—No; I’m not sure she would save me again. How to Be Popular “Have you ever speculated on why you are so popular in your neighborhood?" “No, except that I told my nelgh- | bors that I always played the saxophone when I got lonely.”—Ottawa Citizen. Advantages of College Tourist (in Yellowstone park)— Those Indians have a blood-curdling yell. Guide —Yes. ma’am; every one of 'em is a college graduate! Just a Suggestion He—l know Tm only a little pebble In your life— She—You might stand a better chance if you were a boulder. WNU—A 17—35 ■I ■ I ■ PffTTwTi