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In “Tits 13 MORE FUN THAN RIDIN’ IN THE Rural AUTOMOBILE, ISN'T IT FATHER?” Setting By Joseru Sims the cock rents the peaceful valley with his stentorian call, as he heralds the coming of a new day. Slowly the door opens, and in the shortening shadows a man, Dlackbearded and grim of face, moves like an omen of evil toward the stately buildings that house the lowing kine. Out where the silences echo the myriad noises of the night he wends his way, clutching in one brawny hand a shining, round and empty receptacle; in the other a crude and common- place piece of furniture, plebeian in design, yet solid as the oaken tree that gave it birth. Sleepily he approaches the unsuspecting victims of his de- signs, and as he nears the building, chanticleer crows three r I SHE gray dawning of the morning lightens the eastern sky; Worth Taking a Chance “What in the world did Jones want to buy that tawdry looking house for?” “Oh, I think he’s going to dig for buried treasure. saloonkeeper used to own it.” An old Played Out “It’s a king’s ransom.” “That expression is obsolete as a term denoting wealth. Mosi kings could now be ransomed for about four dollars and a half.” times, as if hurling a warning to his friends, yet all unsuspecting, they slumber on As light stirs in the eastern skies where the sun thrusts his. first golden rays upward and stabs to the heart the black clouds of darkness, the moon pales, and the sun-kissed clouds suddenly burst forth in magnificent beauty, and day is here. ‘rom the building the rhythmic music of lacteal fluid falling like rain-drops dancing in the dawn grect the car, dropping as if from a battle to the death with a silver sunbeam. All of which is simply the way a sub-title motio writer would describe the hired man taking the milk pail and stool out to the barn and milking the cows at sun-up. Old Golfer (to lady in front) — player has no rights on thi The Lady—Bit I'm ma Some people can’t walk in the straight and narrow path without treading on other people’s toes. “And a Yard Wide" ee where cotton prices have taken quite a drop,” Now I can get an all-wool suit at a decent price.” “I “Fine! comic SS ee bookszeom