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HONGKONG TELEGRAPH, SATURDAY SEPTEMBER 13, 1924 (FEATURE SECTION).

PAGE FOR THE KIDDIES.

SALESMAN $AM

SPECIAL

SALE 'GUZZLE DUMB-BELLS

REDUCE

(POUNDS 1

A WEEK

GUARRANTEED

'I'LL TAKE A PAIR, BUT MIND YOU, IF THEY DON'T HELP ME REDUCE TUL BRING THEM

RIGHT BACK

Dumb-Bell No. 2

ALL

1 WEEK LATER

RIGHT MAM --

THEY'RE NO GOOD - I HAVENT LOST AN OUNCE ALL WEEK

THASS FUNNY- MAYBE YOU DONT USE THEM

RIGHT

OH- DO YOU HAVE TO USE

THEM?

BELLY FOR

BY SWAN

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UNDERWOOD TYPEWRITERS PRICE - EL. K. SI12.50 NET.

Weight

in Case

Maximum Service.

PORTABLE MODEL Bole Agents

DODWELL & CO., LTD

Queen's Bldgs.

Phone. C. 1030,

MOM'N POP

- STEP RIGHT UPSTAIRS DOCTOR AMY'S BELN AILING FOR A COUPLE DAVG AND THIS MORNING SHE HAD

CHILLS SOL PUT HER RIGHT

TO BED

30 THE LITTLE GIRL HASN'T

i, AUEN FEGLING PRIM FOR A

FEW DAYS EH ? ́WELL

NOW LET'S SEE

Sufficient Reason

BOOTS AND

HER BUDDIS

OHH, MARG!! I'VE JUST BEEN

TO THE G-RA-N-DE-S-T

SHOW!!!!!!

JIMMIE HAD SOME PASSES TO THE HIPPODROME THIS

EVENING!

By Taylor

·JUST OPEN YOUR

MOUTH AND STICK OUT

YOUR TONGUE!

I'SE NOT MAD

ATCHA!

WHAT, Y' WANT

ME TO DO THAT, FOR-3

A Matter of Opinion

HIPPODROME?

WHY, YOU'RE CUCKOO! CORA AND I SAW IT AND WE BOTH THOUGHT

17 PERFECTLY ROTTEN!

OH, DIDN'T THINK SO I'M SIMPLY

CRAZY TO SEE

IT OVER AGAIN!

YES, YOU WOULD BE !!!

WASHINGTON TUBBS] ||

I MUST SEND AND HAVE MY MINGS BROUGHT FROM

THE GTATION:

NAY, NAY, SWEET WOMAN

NOT WHILE, ÍM DEVOTING KY EVERY MOMENT 10 DUE SATISFACTION OF YOUR

SIKHTEST Wilm, 'T15 I

WHO SHALL RUN OVER AN'

GET YOUR THINGS.

ALL RIGHTIE, IF YOU

INSIST AND WHEN

YOU GET BACK WELL GO

OUT AND GET SOME

EXERCISE

THESE MOVIE ACTRESSES DON'T WEAR MANY CLOTHES, SHE

PROBLY HASN'T ANYTHING BUT A LITTLE HAND BAG FULLA LIP- STICKS, POWDER PUFFS; ANA

SILK BATHING SUIT.

1 DUGHTA MAKE IT IN THREE MORE LORDS, AN THEN I CAN GO OUT WITH

HER AN' GET SOME EXERCISE!!

FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS

I GUESS HEBBE I *BETTER CO IN MISSUS. NFGOOSEYS HOUSE 'CAUSE

SAE MIGHT BE MAKIN

DOUGANUTS, Or COOKIES.

• SWILLED SÜMETHIN

"BAKIN WAY OUT ON

TH' SIDEWALK,

TAG

YEAH MOM GIVES ME AL TH COOKIES

SUC

BURNS

A Compliment to Mom 2

Y'KNOW I EVEN LIKE BURNED COOKIES

'MOST AS 6000 - AS THEM WHAT

AIN'T BURNED,

I Doi

THAT'S TH LAST ONE

איל

"ILL STAY HERE. TAG-MEBBE VER

MOM'LL BURN SOME MORE.

I WISH SKE WOULD

TAYLORS

By Martin

By Crane

BY BLOSSER

FUNNY STORIES.

WALKED INTO IT.

George (ondoavouring to find a safo toplo of conversation); "I say, Mabol, how does the idea of Protection appeal to you? "

Mabel (shyly): "Oh, Georgel”

TEMPERATE.

Grimsby: "Bo you want to marry my daughter, sir? -- What are your principles ? Are you temperate ?"

Flodgely: "Temporate! Why, I am ea strict that it gives me pain even to find my boots tight."

THE ALTERNATIVES, Housówife: "Fancy

a big, strapping follow like you asking for money. You should be asham- ed of yourself!".

Tramp: "I am, madam, Bat once I gut twelve months for tak- ing it without asking."

-CHARACTERISTIC REFLIES.

are

"How are you?" is 'n very common question. These somo very likely replies:

"Corking," said the bottle. "Rotten," said the apple. "Fine," said the magistrate.. "Grand," said the piano. "Koen," said the knife.. "Ripping," said the scissors, "Well," said the water. "All done up," said the dress.

HIS MONEY'S WORTH. An American tourist, on pay- ing his bill at a London restaurant recently, was told that, the sum put down did not include the waitor.

"Waal," he reared, "I didn't eat any waiter, did.17"

SECRETS.

Poetoss" That poem I sent you, Mr. Editor, contains the deepest secrets of my soul."

Editor "I known it, madam," and no one shall over find them out through me."

TOO CRUEL

The young married woman went home to her mother and sobbingly declared she just couldn't be happy with her hus- : |band again.

I wouldn't have minded it so much, mother," she wailed, "if Charlie had answered me back, when I acolded him, bu-bu-bat he did something worse."

Her mother was duly shocked at this.

"Maroy, my dear child," she exclaimed." He struck you, then?"

No, worse than that, mother," and the young wife sobbed afresh.

Tell me at once," indignantly demanded her mother.

Ho he just yawned."

JACTOGEN

JARLIN