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August 14, 1920 “No Man’s Land” By David Robinson Judge Art Print Department 215 Fifth Avenue New York City SEF orca Drawn by R. 1. Foun ter—Wuew, 17's nor! We coutp cit SOME ICE-CREAM CONES IF WE HAD TEN CENTS. *TiHern's Ma Let's START A DRIVE vorIt Thespusent “What does it mean when they th ces at an actor, pa? “It means they want him to beat it.” SSN Tea. Time is Flower time. orate but that Flowers will add to 14 its beauty. No meal so simple but that Flowers #4 will lend piquant zest. =| You can ** Say it with Flowers * on eve place through the Florists’ men by Cusures H _ Jum Toricat Review w ls Revivep ix Butuwayo” Nidbiag Way for Seer and Sage By Steves Ve Kevueraan AAIGHT of mu is a failure, N Without brain to balance it; Else there would have been survival Of the fearfully unfit! And the huge old bron Would be still alive tod. Nature was se old potter When she threw Might of mu: Without dom Else the dinosaurs and k Had prevented humankind From its entrance in life’s ¢ They were stars upon its But they left it long before us; Making way for seer and sage. Might of muscle’s out of fashion, out so long ago now the dullest creatures Of creation ought to know: That the brain's the banner bearer Of what Nature calls her fit And the foremost of Win her suffer No table so elab- ry necantom and ine egrapa | ‘Delivery “Aasociation Jor comfor | Every pair guaranteed MADE AT SHIRLEY MASSACHUSETTS | BOOK ON DOG DISEASES And How to Feed Mailed free to any addrees by, the Author H. CLAY GLOVER Dog Medinesfits Wee su eave ciet: eo Peak System of M: E wictiam | CHANOLE Room 601 1 Crescent PI | “MADE AT al oe) Battries Will Be—” By Rosert J. Burpette about to start, “Unies bawled, batt'ries today will be—” and a vast throng of people jammed through the ball-park gates, while the procession, headed by the Home Team, wound slowly up the street followed by—the funeral of the Office Boy’s grandmother. Drown by Pact. Reuiy Tue Seiper ano THe Fry