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HONGKONG TELEGRAPH. SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 28, 1925. FEATURE SECTION).

A PAGE

FOR THE KIDDIES.

SALESMAN ŞAM

HEY!- HOW

ABOUT A

UTTLE. SERVICE ?!

G'WAN) 1T QT BEN (YOU WAIT YOURSELF - YOU ON ANT MY BO HIM

ANYMORE

I WANT A PAIR OF SHOES, SIZE 12 - AN' MAKE IT SNAPPY

WET PRINT

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VERY

TILL

Or 4 Pair of Size 3's

GIZE

127- YESSIF

DALIGONIT! - WERE ALL OUTTA SIZE 12 - WHAT TH SAM HILL WILL 1 007

BY SWAN

NOT A SIZE IZ LEFT MA- WONT TWO PAIR OF SIZE 6 DO JUST AS

WELL?

Weakly children

quickly grow strong and sturdy when they take SCOTT'S Emul- sion. Watch them grow stronger, day. by day, as they

take

Scott's Emulsion

It brings health to all

JO 1923 KY

MOM'N POP

I'M A LITTLE EARLY THIS MORNINŮ – I WANT TO PUT

THESE ROSIES ON THE NEW STENOG'S DESK AND TRY TO

MAKE A HIT WITH HER

Chick Had the Wrong Dope

AND IT MIGHT BE A GOOD TUGA

TO POLISH UP HER TYPEWRITER. TOO- L'VE SIMPLY GOT TO GET A STAND IN WITH THE GIRL

HARD AT IT ? M-M. L NOTICE YOU'RE EARLY OF LATE YOU WERE BEHIND BEFORE THERE MUST BE A REMION.

WELL-AH-Hi-

L THOUGHT I'D POLISH UP

MUSS AFPLE'S TYPEWRITER -

THEN CONFOUND IŸ- USE POLISH - AND

NOT MY COUGH

SYRUP-!!

It Must Have Been Greek to Him

TY FEMA FROFI DONT BLEVE WILL TITS

THEN WE HAD TANSWER HIM FRENCH! AN' Y KNOW.

WHAT?

BOOTS

AND HER BUDDIES

MM-M-CF ALL TH-

HEY YOU! VIVIS UP-WHO YOU TALKING ABOUT?

HE WAS ASKING TH' CLASS QUEST FOR YOU KNOW! TIONS

TODAY

I JUST BET HE WON'T POS ME NOW-M-MIBLE M-M!

WASHINGTON TUBBS 11

WILY, BERTIE NEARLY MURDERED YOU, WASH! YOU POOR, DEAR BATTERED HERO! - AND ALL FOR YOUR DOTTIE TOO

HERD NOTHIN! BERTRAM WON NIC'S THE HERO-

YOU'D BETTER 40

TO BUI

HE KNOWS A WORD OF TRENCH!|| MAAT HE GETS PAD

DON'T TALK THAT WAY, YOU'RE MY

HERO.

OH, WHAT'S TW' use fooling!

I GOT LICKED WHILE

FIGHTING FOR MY GIRL.

I AMOUNT TO ABOUT AS MUCH!

IN LIFE AS A SPONGE DIPPED

IN THE ATLANTIC OCEAN, LIKE

A POSTAGE STAMP-I KNOW

WHEN I'M LICKED.

BUT HUS THE GOOD ĚTÍ NEM

IN CATIONS TRAI COUNT-LIKE THE BUDS SENDRIQ You THAT CARAMEL CANDY.

I COULDN'T MAKE HIM

UNDERSTAND A WORD

I SAID!

WHAT?

T NEARLY RUIN- ED MY TEETH AN' HE DOCKED ME TWO DAYS İPAY FOR NOT WORKING -WHY DIDN'T HE SEND

A BOUQUET OF POISON IVY?

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By Taylor

By Martin

*** By Crane.

(~HIS INTENTIONS WERE G000-50 WERE MINE IN FIGHTING BERTRAM - BUT IT'S I'M JUST ALWAYS ME THAT'S TH' GOAL

LIKE A RIGHT HANDED CLOVE ON TH' LEFT FOOT, DOTTIE ~ A MISFIT.

JUST A POOR, HAPLESS DUB.

YOU

SILLY OLD TOMBSTONE

FUNNY STORIES,

ALL RIGHT, ANYHOW.

Ho-Say, Mabol, may I come over tonight?

Sho-Sure, John, come on ovor. Ho-Why, this is not John. Sho-This isn't Mabul, eltber.- Whirlwind.

Anid the

REAL ARTIST, "Good gracious, !! visiting bachelor. "Does your baby always cry that way?'

"Oh, dear, no," responded his host. Ho has quite an exton- sive repertoire. This is only one of his lighter performancos. Ho reserves his heavy work for 2 a.tu."-Pestern Christian Ad- vocute.

THERE'S A HITCH,

Friend I suppose you And your wife can live on your incomo all right?

Nowly wod-Oh, yes, tudood; but it's up to me now to make another one for myself. The Etude.

STRICT FATHER. Young Harold was late for Sunday school, and the minister inquired the cauto.

I was going fishing, hut father wouldn't lot mo, an- nounced the lad.

"That's the right kind of father to have," replied the reverend gentleman. Did he explain the reason why he did not lotyou go?" "Yon, sir. Ho said there wasn' bait enough for two,”--Upen Road-

SAFER AT HOME.. First Burglar-Ain't young Alfio goin' ter school now?

Socond Ditto-No, 'e ain't, First Burglar-Why ain't 'o ? Eecond Ditto-'Cos of its por- nici. us indu nse. The athor day I found 'im writing "Honesty is the bust policy" in 'is copy-book. -Passing Show.

HANDLE WITH GLOVES. Jim I proposed to Aborta, ono of thetwin Laird sisters, last night, but she gave me the mitten.

Tom-Whoro are you going

now?

"I'm going to propose to the other twin and soo if I can got the mate."-Lehigh Burr.

EARLY BOID. Oladye-My! but your room- mate dresses well.

Olo-Yos, she always gota up before I do.-Michigan Gargoyle. MODEST LADY, Ho-Doarest, will you marry,

me?

Sho-I can't marry you, but I will always respect your good taste.-South California Wampus:

FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS

YES, HONEY, MD HANG UP

OUR STOCKING ON CHRISMUS

EVE AN SANDY CLAUS

FILLS 'EM SOFE T

TH' ARIM-

YASSUH!

KIN I

HAD ONE

OF VER

STOCKINS

ANONIMA?

He Wants to Be Sure of Something

OF COURSE!

DOES NE FILL PASTUS MAINSON'S, OUR WASH LADY'S,

Too?

VES, TAG!

WELL, I HOPE

HE GETS TO MINE

FIRST!!

BY BLOSSER

LACTOGEN

The Natural-Milk Food

ACTOGE

For YOUR BABY

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