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ple ve dus, all 1g umbing, tinning, and roofing could be arranged for within “Science has taken another leap,” Isaid to myself. I did not hesitate to ask for Dr. Rakestraw. I had come to appre- ciate the man’s versatility. “He don’t live here no more,” said a callow youth in overalls. “Can you tell me where I could find him?” “Naw. He couldn’t pay the rent. That all?” Couldn’t pay the rent! Wha had he done with my five dollars? On my way to the police station I met him. His face was haggard; his eyes wandered; so had his feet. st Science and business are ruinee he explained. “Spiritualism has knocked the medical, surgical, and dental profes- into a tin-can tiara. Get a ouija board and you can cure anything from sions pneumonia to old age.” With these words and a two-dollar loan, Rakestraw left About the same time my toothache 1. The sharp, insistent pain in my jaw softened into a feverish, throbbing ache about my temples. In fact, my headache had returned I took Rakestraw’s advice and bought a ja board. Having tested its ability with a few simple questions on the Euro: pean situation and the me tax, I broached the main issue. . L have learned much, but not all. I know that modern therapy turns rings, but I need a tip. It’s about my headache. Should I see a florist or call at the Land Office?” Promptly the answer came: “Spirits will cure it.” “But the Eighteenth “The other kind. Go sce a medium.” I found an Oriental place I thought I'd like. It smelt of cubebs and lavendar, and was all curtains. But I didn’t stay. I fled with all speed. Beneath the scarlet, velvet drapery of the Hindu seer, beneath the rich, walnut stain, I recognized my old friend Rakestraw. My head still aches. You Never Can Tell Mr. Oldboy—Don't you think might learn to love me? Miss Peachblaw—It's possible. Ac quired tastes are peculiar, I’ve learned to like homemade gi you Dangerous Ground Lagislative Candidate—1 hear been working hard for me. Fiery Supporter—You're mighty right 1 have. “And I hear that you've been telling that the opposition leader has served a term in the pen. “Sure; you're right.” “Well, work as hard as you darn please, but lay off on that penitentiary stuff, d’'you hear? I’ve been in the pen myself.” you've Drawn by 3.K Mr. Import—You sees to WAVE GREAT DIFFICULTY IN SPELLING “BANANA” CORRECTLY, Miss Jones Buy axs N EASY lones—Yes, It’s sucu a Suburban Repartee “Started your garden yet?” inquired Smith, leaning over the line fenc “Why do you want to know?" asked Jones. “Are your chickens getting hun- gry?” The Standard “How long will it take me to be a suc- cessful American novelist? ? “That depends upon the long months of hard work you put in studying British authors.” Drown by A. T. Mcxnick “He WAS HELD UP AT THE POINT OF A REVOLVER.” 29 In the Audience By Trex. Gtapys Carstas Ric Mrs. Cur the Movies. Simply exhausted, all aches, quite a fright! Rénee, her Modiste, insisted on satin Threaded in gold with Greek panels of white. Not that it mattered, but argu- ments tire one Never again shall she miss her mas- sage. Who in the world young acte Dancing around with the creature in gauze? dropped into is that foolish Reid was his name, though she might be mistaken, Such a weak plot—and the girl is passé! ffeur’s to call in an there will be no Barton her ch Oh, how she delay. Heavens! that orchestra music is gh. Why doesn’t some one put in a plaint? The air in the place, she repeats, is dis graceful, hopes tly, com> Actually making her feel slightly ... There now, at last she is out in the lobby. Oh, how she prays Barton chose the coupé! Von Tuyler’s Bridge for Eloise will be welcome After her miserable, tiresome day— - * * Mamie, who works in the Rubbergoods section, Tripped to the Movies, her sad eyes a-gleam. She ain’t too tired to miss Wally Reid, though, Gee, but he’s great, and the girl is a queen! Honest, sometimes when that orchestra’s playing, She can just feel herself sobbing inside; Seems like some starved little dreams start awaking, Throwing the doors of her heart open wide. Look now! they're dancing, the lady and Wally, ysh, ain't he graceful—and so much in ¢ love! 1 almost Once she seen someone who | like him On her way home glov . There the play's ended, the people are leaving. Down to the earth she is rapidly drawn, Back to the crowds, and the stuffy hall bedroom, Back to another grey. hopeless, old dawn. Still, as she hangs on a strap in the street- car, Visions still linger, old dreams come to light, Life’s somchow brighter for \ shop-girl, After her wonderful, colorful night. and he picked up her mie the