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Show Page 15 Clark S. Haas SUNNYSIDE VMA I STCSTOL VOO LOOvt SO DGPCESSEO, M WUAT AKS VOaTMNWNQ OF? Y FEflSNO jf VJUAT MAKES AAsrj) rr SCEAA SO HOPELESS? IfMltyi 'll V :,D r ii etv g -- Strained Relations CM- VIRGIL rz7 HOMER WAS GOING TD 6IV6 ME OUO WATS r boys-ko- t hs$& OMEOFMIS v By LcnKleU RUUMlN AU-EAROUND VELUM "Doc," said the old mountaineer, leading a gangling youth Into the presence of the village medico, I want you should fix up my I shot him in the leg yesterday and lamed him up a mite. "Shame on you, shooting your scolded the own T -- HE OU6UTTA SEE ADOCTER son-in-la- eirr k heap son-in-la- wl tor.. "Wal, doc, " - rejoined the warnt. "he my taineer, when I shot him. son-in-la- It wylde SrEECII IMPEDIMENT By Bert Thomas AND WOOLY IS N T THAT WHERE MRS. NUMBSKULL LIVES SURE WORST SANDSTORM -- ,s. w I, EVER SAW 'n, im&' m ? ENOUGH, THERE SHE IS Ji .K r k. ji. 1 ' v SR By NICK BESSIE is Mortimer: If Ida knowed I coulda rode I woulda went. Bergen: Mortimer, you must I';-..-- . PENN watch your speech. Mortimer: I cant. My nose kinda . , cuts off the view. thatL i YOU. A BESSIE'? Fair Deal Taxes, of course, are a perpetual thorn in the side of the wealthy, A member of the class of 19 at Princeton had a hard time persuading two of his wealthiest classmates to join him in promoting a new corporation that he hoped would earn a fortune. Both agreed the enterprise looked good, but pointed out that, because of taxes,, it meant nothing more to them than additional headaches. 1 know, agreed the promoter, two are my oldest friends, "but you and I wouldnt feel right about going into this deal without you. "All right, agreed the wealthier of the two reluctantly, "but one thing must be distinctly understood in advance. It we make the money you predict you have to keep it. LiH HUH -- By Clay Hunter THE OLD GAFFER I BOW TIES ARE FOR YOUNGER MEN SPLENDID HERE'S A BOW TIE TO GO YOU SHOULD GET YOURSELF A NEW. SUIT THINK YOU'RE RIGHT WOULONT BE SEEN , WITH IT. WEARJNG ONE i- AT' -' VERY CIRCUMSPECT lilt I',, j- -L V ' vt I . . L CHA rXx'M -- WRITING l By Bud Fisher MUTT AND JEFF WHAT L K 1 ASTORVALOOKv T VDU START OFF WITH -THE HUNTER TOOK S "cav WHAT TMIND IF -- ?1(cAe ejHO. STORV I NO THI S PaHG! eAHG! SX'kSS. (HI !?. careful aim and L THE GUY SHOT AT THE BEAR ANDTHENVOUHA' ISA POUR PAGES OF POOR BAJGI BANG! BAHGJ shot C.ng! 'T.or., Ajf '; GRANDMA r 1 0 6, ; , V '1 I t(, Uc.1 0W I - fX)lty 1 V. A tf U WANTA SKIM TH SOX OFF TW LOCAL CHAMPS WHEN TH SEASON OPEN- S- IF bride from , the West moved to a small Vermont village, and months went by with little sign of friendliness from her neighbors.-A- t last she spoke about it to the woman who cleaned for her. "I dont see what else you can expect, responded the Vermonter crisply, "considering what the people here are saying about you. "Saying about me! gasped thev bewildered bride, whose life was above reproach. "Yes, about your washing. I dont know how you do things in California, but here we do not hang our pink panties out for everyone to see. We pin them up on the line inside of pillow cases. , A . young gANG: Hi i raHG! She i;ip H'IHhhi ' yr U I (4 By Charles ICuhn IVE GOTTA GET IN A LOT 0 PRACTICE yT I , i.li; |