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y of ten rice und use th. (sia t bm> Drawn by Cuester I. Gare “Gosu! ‘lHeRE GOES ANOTHER CRYS- tat! I swore I’D NEVER WEAR A WRIST- watcu. BuT I Guess LL HAVE TO COME To IT.” A Bachelor’s Dilemma (Continued from page 15) he could see her feet, perfectly shod, and ankles, silk-clad, that were also perfect. As she sat she seemed a tall woman, and her costume, modish but in fine taste, suggested a strikingly shapely figure. Her hair he thought wonderful, and her face beautiful, while her eyes, as she turned them his way again, even from the distance thrilled him. How different, he thought, was this well- bred and handsome creature from the girls he had seen! As Gerald studied her, trying to elimi- nate any suggestion of flirting from his manner, Harry Mynard entered with a throng seeking tables. Harry cume over to Gerald with outstretched hand: “Howdy! I wonder if you have any ob- jection, Gerald, to meeting Sue formally, just for old-times’ sake?” “No objection in the world, Harry,” said Gerald, rising. “Well, here she is.” And in a moment Gerald, embarrassed to the point of inco- herence, was stammering a greeting to the wonderful woman he had been admiring. Cash! “How did Hothed check that suit for slander?” “With a check-book.” Furnished Rumor Broque—Was your landlady indignant when you asked for another month’s credit? Broquetu—On the contrary—it was I that was put out! ROMEIKE’S PRESS CLIPPING BUREAU you Glippings whicn may appear about you, your y Subject on which you may want to be “up-to- Rewspaper or periodical of importance in the United States and Europe is searched, Terms $7.50 for 100 clippings, HENRY ROMEIKE 106-110 Seventh Avenue New York AA Romance of Brains and Initiative in Business TRYING IT ON THE DOG DVERTISING will sell anything —even dog soap!—and here is a thoroughly interesting, up-to-the-min- ute story about an advertising campaign in which a live-wire young chap started on the road to success by literally ‘‘go- ing to the-dogs.’’ If you like business butlove romance better, or if you havea weakness for romance but feel more at home in business, you’ll be equally amused with this story. For the ting- ling hero sets his humorous lance at the worldand winsthe tilt one hundred per cent with an honest-to-goodnessadver- tising campaign—one that you could put through yourself, provided there was a pair of eyes to inspire you like those of—but that would be telling! By Maurice SwItZER Author of “Letrers oF A Secr-Mape Farture” Illustrated by Franx Gopwin. cA Bubbling Phosphate on cAdvertising Price $1.75 To demonstrate whether advertising will sell books, the publishers will, on request, send a copy of this novel prepaid on approval to any reader of this magazine. THE BOBBS-MERRILL COMPANY, Publishers, Indianapolis Blundering Question Agent—Do you wish to engage a servant, madam? Householder—Oh, no—a cook' A Love Song By Cvaupe Eacer Jounson A Filler-In Maud—Mrs. Socialswell has asked me to dine there tonight. Beatrix—Who disappointed her? Drawn by Nonaax ANtuonr Jupce’s Menta Portraits IMPRESSION OF A MAN WITH A TOOTHACHE. Editor's Note—To prove the psychic truth in this portrait, study the picture intently until you have a toothache. 33 D8 old Judge, I greet you fondly Each advancing week that comes; Scan your graceful lines, old fellow, Turn you with caressing thumbs. Edge my store of wit and humor With cach leaf you gaily wear. Then I wonder (darn the humor!) Would you be my Judge?—I dare! Angels would not dare to enter Thy bright portals, dear old sport. Even mortals who are saintly Often flee thy spicy court. But my wings are still unsprouted And my keart responds, old Dear, To the every subtle motion Of thy figure, wise old seer! Ti ONE GALLON $ HERMO JUG .}u Every Autoist, Tourist, SHER FUG at he COLD. Why Tries Free Samples comicbooks.com