Evening public ledger. (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, October 05, 1917, Final, Pictorial Section, Image 22

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Selbel, In the Knickerbocker Presa
THEY WON'T HOLD WATER
Greene. In the New York Evenlin Teleeram
THE NEW SALOME
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SWARMING TIME
Hope, In the Cleveland News
From the Western Mall (English)
A CRUSHER
Waiter: "Sorry, but the Stockholm goose and blood-stained hand
shake sauce is orf, sir."
Berryman, In tha Waahlngton Evening star
EVERYBODY'S CHANCE TO DO A BIT
Donnell, In the St. Loulj Globe-Democrat
A STORM COMING
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Fruah, In "the Xw'Ylerk WortJ ' From London Opinion
'WARTIME ECONOMIES "FANCY MEETING YOU!"
- l- ,,.. . ' ' Voa Hindenburtr meets Field Marshal Hate.
HejiioWf, tn the Portland Ortronlan
"STARVATION WILL WIN THE WAR"
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(Coprrirtt)
27e Gossip
I hato the gossip's poisoned tongue
that rulna reputation, and I could smile
to see her hung who puts In circula
tion the nasty talk about a friend, the
sneaking lilt of scandal. Her carcass I
would gladly rend. She's nothing but a
vandal. She makes her way Into a
group, ns slyly as a Jackal, and then
proceeds to hunt and snoop for nasty
things to cackle. We hate a brute, wo
loathe a thief and wo despise a liar
and from tho shrew to get relief we'd
brave Infernal fire, but earth no safe
retreat supplies when once the Anvil
Chorus begins to forgo Us chain of lies
and makes our friends abhor us. Good
reputation Is a (lower. We work for
years to grow It, nnd yet a gossip. In
an hour, can blast and overthrow It.
But 'twould defeat the gossip's ends,
'twould foil this evildoer. If those we
look upon as friends refused to listen
to her. WIUj SIOOIIK.
A Bargain
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The Sketch.
Gertie You ought to est something
for that cold, Bertie.
Bertie Well, how much will you give
me?
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Full Instructions
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that ovcry bottlo In that box we sent
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The young lady across tho way i1
Bhe guesses Germany Isn't as hard TO
financially, as one might suppose., il,
sue sees uy the paper that It's abb to'
offer Us war bonds to Investors at Jem
than par.
Small Indeed!
The orderly officer was inquiring U
there were any complaints. Private
Sparks JumnecTup nnd stated thath!
never got his proper ration of butter.'
The officer looked the man up and
down, then very triumphantly pointed.
to tho veriest morsel of butter on hi .
boot.
"Of course, you liaven't got your j
proper ration of butter," he alii
"Half of It's on your foot!"
Private Sparks glanoed down at th J
tiny greaso spot.
"Ah, ye. sir," he agreed. "JuM.
halt!"
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