Panguitch Progress | 1913-09-12 | Page 3 | Binks Found His Hat

BINKS FOUND HIS HAT but he had forgotten that it was securely anchored flushed and breathless young dinks at last laet succeed succeeded ea in picking pick ilig up tile the hat blown by uie the wind which he had been chasing vigorously along tile the street and with a sigh of relief leaned up tip against a lamp post and panting pitifully tried to recover some of his exhausted energies just then another man also breathless bre ath came up and taking to the hat from binks hand remarked 1 I am very much obliged to ya air for what well this Is my batill hat said bald the stranger smiling your hat then wheres mine gasped dinks oh yours Is hanging behind you at the end of a st string pittsburg chronicle telegraph