THE CHINA MAIL, MAY 22, 1941.
MUTT AND JEFF
FOR A BUCK A NIGHT
HERE IT IS! IT'S A
THIS SKINS FLOPPING
ON THE TURF!
FOLDING BÈD THAT FITS
YEH, BUT WHERE'S
THE BED?
INTO THE WALL! JUST,
GOSH,
I'M GONNA
I'LL BE BACK! I'M
PULL IT OUT AND
CRAWL IN!
WHAT
HIT THE
THEY
DON'T
HAY, MUTT!
DO TO
I'M
GOING OUT
FOR A CIGAR!
TIRED!
SAVE SPACE!
HEY,
MUTT!
WHAT?