THIMBLE THEATRE The Call From The Sea. t*nrr ___"T By E. C. SEGAR ■ % . .1 miiom ^ F\HOV. OLWE - K\N Vft COME OVER? I COT THE CREEPS - POPPAS ACTIN' OP COULD » Be DREf\n>N' ? ko - - mtfte THERE* \ THERE* k DO VE HEM* -I n? .jrs SECRET AGENT X-9 The G-Man’s To Have A Governess. By CHARLES FLANDERS AIN'T TOLJ TOWNS A CHANCE SPILLING TO ME J ABOUT SCUTTLING VOUR SHIP ?£=======:— WE NEVER TAKE CHANCES... BECAUSE MDU'FE TAKIN’ ALL THE CHANCES ON X3UB LIFE IFXX) OPEN. YOUR TRAP/ YOUR MflNfe ALL RIGHT-1 BUT I WANT WATCHED/ HIM IVE SEEN TO THAT, l BOSS.... ir WHO Yo BETTY LOU 12/S I'M THPCW/IN’ BET TV LOU Jb HIS WAV 'TIL SAILING f V IN J TIME BETTY LOU ? WHEN DID BLONDIE Daisy Wants A Written Invitation. By CHIC YOUNG * tii-[ ft« J'n Inf. VwM rtgSa mm< / HENRY .By CARL ANDKRSON 'tm'JhW''., ' fwmWUMta - ■: . tin An4*r*nn 'Mllliflliii ii ■■WMIIIIIIIIMII1HIII JUST KIDS She Loves To Hear Herself Talk. By AD CARTER TUXIE THE TOILER You Can’t Pull The Wool Over Mac’s Eyes. By WESTOVER there's a Mam outside who insists He has VOUR SHEEP DOG AND WANTS THE REWARD YOU ADVERTISED__J TOLD HIM IT WaSNT VOUR. D06 BUT HE WANTS TO SEE VOU,ANYUAy/ ^ I .I1 ~~T [WELL, I'LL <30 \ AND SEE WHAT 4 HE WANTS COME OW, mac OOM'T 2 AR.6UE > HIM CMATi VUH SEE -HE'S COUKiTlM€ SHEEg VJOVM —He MUSTT^ BE A SHEEP 1 DOG T—>A cL tcf CtkieuI i FUNNY FABLES O/UVELt, IF I ^AO /G0rt£ Tb Florida, I’D «?08ASLV Gotten a7E(?ci0e SOMSuCM ' r^N • i ’•• K.n; f ,'vnUi tfuMGEZ srAMp'- Russia I^he proceed? oFThk IS?UE WERE DEVOTED . ~rb eamihe suffered? EH5Ll5l< lANtJUAEE «AS More word? BEqiNNIN<5 WKH -tHe Letter "S” than wi-th ahy otEer LETTER. iENC> HEADS HUMC t poles are Beuiyi Br-rtEOS-TiAK? ef northern Siberia 'fo KEEP EVILSPIKI1 FROM -rtlE VILUACE Con-H'CMT. IM ctNtlAL H«nj AaOCmTlJ* ft-If ty R. J. SCO' COOK-COOS By Ted Cook REFLECTIONS AFTER OBTAINING A MRS. SIMPSON HAIR D "Hairdressers report a growing demand for the 'Simpit coiffure,’ parted in the middle with eoft waves and e bun a< fl hack.”—Newt item. Oh, what has Mrs. Simpson got That you and I, my gel, have not? What is the secret of a charm That fitly drapes a royal arm? How favored she who stands revealed The winner over such a field? Oh, the road, I fear, to a noble heart Isn't just a matter of a middle part. Oh, you and I, my gel, can fiddle With a bun at the back and a part in But, say, will it get us any more Than what, if any, we got before? Will we be asked to cruise on yachts If we wave our hair in approved-of spots! And will we get invited to the Coronation Because we raised our hair-part’s elevation? Alas, my gel, there’s a lot we lack Besides a middle part and a bun in the bark. —Ethel Jacobsen. Simila from Ray Sinatra— Shiny a* the head of a Fili pino at a dime-a-dance hall. * * * HE VANISHED WITH THE MOHICANS (Personal—Sat. Review.) PAGING—A gentleman of sweet reasonableness in this mun dane world. Middle-aged, un attached, fond of books, open fires, thinking, and liesurely conversation via letters. “MclhinLs tin actor I will be,” Cried Willie’s dad; “Come Will, cue me.” ‘‘I’ll cue you Pa,” said Will, serene— Then bmmppd n poo! s*>rk off Pop's bean. —Eddie Conrad. Simile— Alarming a. Kin* Ed."« current bill for American P clipping terrier. Adam Scoff law’s Djou"° This daye laye long ‘Jo! feathers, feigning slf'',p'r\.Bt ope one eye at a time f«r, at my pimginit, for ffar . pummel me with P being her nature, this «»*«■ the year, to cast a line f® ^ giftie or another, come 1™ H mas—and I am may say aye ®d ‘i» cHeth out an thousand nae. , , FAMOUS LAST ft says Nuit de *r'1 ® gfe bottle-but it smf* niack Narcissi to me Bn. »( f , , I