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Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-11-16
MutterzoIb and Son

by
BRONX Of Oct the 18th, York; City.
TT Wuz SOM bet didn't
MI on init to the Worlds
But don't think, hummer to
IKE you would It's happenings like this
lots and block 1t there
curiosity am went there
way the crowd pushing
So ask there little papers, gone on
here and he it's playing
to ask him what Worlds
in to fight NIT knes and shooting
stay there and get killed?
So jumped fence sitting maybe
million people watching hoeng crazy lt felers
Big they boys chasing
There playing Epelics the
Giants but to they didn't look like Giants
else Well maybe couldn't away
In this play baker Is then
is when what I'll bet
playing around NIT bali like sitting
even said he baker.
Believe Teller
nit mine how he
stick and couldn't the ball, it
They there knocke from the balls
told throwing
be ashamed you
balls, instead getting paid had butcher
the window broke
Believe don't such tricks
people they
all everybody hoerins you
anything already half
uddsa everybody heller
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-11-16
A Humorous Series of Characteristic
= Letters from a Father to His Son.
By D. Darby Aaronson.
Groas Britain RiEhts Reserved.

like anything Such cappns NIT hands
uch since we elected Sasha zatzman president
asked man there what is 1t all this appng and he said
players just made home said holr
maybe ne had to run home because his wife sick
You know who there didn't
Keeper He that feler
that day that his mother
him for that day
suh murders heart to leave home mother
sucn things Believe working
for me would right give him discharge.
he what
Nit my there hundreds
cup tbonehea selling sandwiches
ne would keep prezes.
see now you could tell like this who sitting
you Next to sitting what said in his talks he
paid 5 Tor his seat and the laughing like
making joke but think what's
out from his mind? No. him.
see the left him little he
commenced to jump and holer
afraid to sit near him Emperor call what's
holering out to the
and dreamed that Sarah
take by her lot and didn't mad
you that 1t walked me it's
schlneaL Just then ball fell
my HANDS, and before had and
dizEy too Teller right gved dollar the ball
From father,
SIMON MUTTERzoLS.
s-RemembeF che yea Win
soeR be nit brother
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-11-16

745 degrees Fahrenheit This viii throw the
hips into position mildly suggesting one of
the many contortion acts one sees on the
vaudeville stage and there you are.
II the arms are extended at the sides with
fingers separated as though they had suddenly
been withdrawn from something sticky-it is
the pose of the day.
If done neatly on the street corner, the
motorman will surely see you and will either
stop the car wreck the blamed thing. You
can get the dope from any of the illustrations
in the fashion periodicals, for We are living by
the fashion magazines this season, not the
Bible. We are eating three meals a day by
the fashion magazines
With the boiled egg in the morning we have
an earful of the showing at the sptzenmaker
opening, at luncheon we get an eyeful of the
dingle dingle on our stenographers hat and at
dinner we are tiokled to death by stray bits
from our companions fur-trimmed evening
gown. For there is to be a riot of fur this
season, Fashion says Riot is good.
So far as we can understand 1t, We suffer
ing from the Eastern influence" whatever
that means. We are rejecting the moods OF
the Orient in our designs and are catching its
subtle perfume but our poeketbooks are catch
ing the Group.
But milady is probably boredH Then nibble
another bon-bon and turn to the real fashions
There's plenty Of EN- in the other section. YOU
would not appreciate US further, anyhow, for
manlike, we are beginning to be confused and
our practical mind is becoming hopelessly lost
in the maze. We've got the bias folds OF tar
fsta all mixed up with fur piping and Japanese
collars and green hosiery. Pattern number
2S4567s92S4567s doesn't seem TO have the
proper lines for your figure. and the peasant
blouse is doing tango with ths hrocaded vel
vet wrap. It's all off,
But for the love OF Mike and Peiret and
Worth. droop a little. Geraldins, DRooPl
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-11-16

An, It is the art incomparabe
We tried TO practise it the other day with a
fashion magazine propped up on the desk be-
fore us ana nearly fell to q horrible death in
the vitals Of the typewriter. Pause on one foot,
and, with a sort Of wearied expression as
though the piano was out OF tune or your eye
brow pencil was all used up, throw one knee
completely out OF Joint and place It in your
lap. Let the foot at the extreme end of the
disl0Catsd limb drag out at an angle Of about
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-11-16

acauiesence 20 the gentle pressure OF an
elephants hind leg, unless you have the droop
one might as well romp over to the skyline and
lump of somewhere, so far as fashions are
concerned. So wilt little bit milady. Sag
Backboness They are passe! C'est dommage!
Thev were once considered handy little things
te have around useful little trifes which enabled
one 30 cit up and take notice But no more
with the advent of the seasons styles milady
1. sssokins her backboas up In the ssrsst alenS
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-11-16

~ AN You siouch? Backbone broken7 Caa
W you swing one knee IN until it forms let
ter ~ with your other limb and stand grace
fully on your ankle socket while you fix your
back hair? HelasI 1t is then too bad, for TN
less one can accomplish these matters, Ger
aldine. one does not At into the great scheme
Of things this Fail.
Unless you are able to coax your spinal
column into shape resembling meek
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-11-16

Whiis miiady de-
velops the new
b a c k. p v cry
b dy W no is
wes ring an origi-
nal Lucille or a
copy of n Paul
Polret, or an orig
insl Ha sh- Hash,
or an original
model cos in &
seven mine I y
eight Is cultivat-
ing the SLOUGH
and the collapse
BILE knee. 1t Is
the pose exquis-
ite. We lift our
eyes and elevate
our shoulders in
truly French man
ner and sigh a
sigh OF genuine
French bliss as
we think Of II.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-11-16
"Droop Little, Milady "--By A, Hayward
0sens Britain Rights hesrveA.


ops 1919 BY te Star o0npAay assf Britain kistr he1rV
with the wax flowers which used to sit in
glass case on the paror table for she. is not
using It any more, thank YOU or, IF she is
using part of II, she is wearing 1t warped a
trife
Washwomen about town are doing thriving
business on the side by leasing scrub board
and tub to their patronesses and letting than
do their own wash In this way the good
woman gets a chance to take IN a matinee
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-11-16

JONES-To morFow's the Tuesday
Phone rtngS).
FLAGG-Wait! at phoae), Hello! Hello
Yes-Flagg taldng-Oh-it's you, is lit Wait
a minute Tommy! (mottons).
TOMMY Ito JoneS)-Wen wait outside
They step out.
FLAGG-Now! SO, it's you, Miss Graham
Well, you were very wise to communicate to-
night-No! When I fx a time limit keep It'll
The letters Will positively be in the hands OF
your prospective husband tomorrow morning!
Oh, they are genuine, all right!-Yes, absolutely
alone-My front door remains unlocked for my
clients until after eleven oclock-No, you won't
see anybody but me-my library is the first door
to the left-ten minutesf Very Welt Don't
keep me waitingl (CaED Tommy! Tommy
and Jones re-enterJ.
JONES-Do you want the letter!
FLAGG-Oh--its not so discriminating after all.
JONES-What's 1t worth?
FLAGG-Um-possibly fifty dollars
JONES' wouldn't take the risk for that sir.
FIAGG-A hundred is the limit
JoNEs-Au right wouldn't do it for any
thing-but-
FLAGG-But you need the money
JONES-Yes, that's SO.
FLAGG-They all do.
JONES-My familys sick.
FLAGG-Yes2
JONEs-And I got to get a good doctor,
FIAGG-Witness pay him one hundred
dollars in currency.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-11-16

T oMMY-He's out Just now. Maybe I can
attend to 1t.
JONES-No, I want to see Mr.. Flags
himself
TOMMY-What about?
JONES-Some business.
TOMMY-What sort Of businessf
JoNES-That's my own business
TOMMY-Tm his secretary
JONES-No, l won't talk to anybody but
him.
FLAGG (enteying)-I am Mr.. Flagg what is
it? (As Jones looks at Tommy. He's all
right. Go
JONES' hear that you buy peoples private
letters sometimes
FLAGG-Where did you hear thatf
JONES-Why, the Spanish Ambassadors
chauffeur told me.
FLAGG-Are you a chauffeur
Observation-Disclosures.
FLAGG-Whose butler?
JONEs-Congressm Rowlands.
FLAGG-You have one Of the CongressmanIs
letters2
JONES-A lady wrote 1t to him.
FIAGG-Who is shef
JONBS-Senator Preseott's wife.
FLAGG-Why the old hirti
JONES-Its sweet, all right-shake the en-
velope and you hear the sugar rattle
(Hands letter to Fldg0).
FLAGG (readtng) 1.-THE Senator's going TO
Chicago on Tuesday for a whole week and
can have you all to myself
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-11-16

take-but each Of you has to ind that oue
for yourself-in affairs Of the heart n"
woman ever profits by tho experience OF an
other. All, here they are! Wooiworth-dra'
ham. Does the name recall anything TO
your
ALIND-On, let me see I'll
FLAG0-No-listen to It ~Cn, Tom, you
can't desert me now-I won't believe even your
own words" Remember TT NOT Waiti You
said there was romance in being your wife IN
secret can't believe It was all masquerade
Il won't believe IT, must see you before you
go"-
ALTNT-Ohi
FLAGG-And then you write of the three
heavenly days with the murmur Of the sea
through the open window-forgery or genuine!
ALINB-Ilet me see 1t myself, please.
FrAGG-Be careful with fits very yalu-
able. (she olarces at letter. and breaks dos0m).
Don't cry it's better to have loved and repented
than never to have loved at a1-that's life
everybody has some such little shadow-wed
die Of stagnation without some experience
AI.INH-How much DO you want for that
letter.
FLAGG-Two thousand dollars
ALINB-I haven't that much money! ] can't
get It,
FLAGG-Your frfends1
ALINE-I can't appeal to my friends for
money
FIAGG-Papa!
ALINE-You know my father is district st
torney, and this is hackmaill
FLAGG-Why not have me arrestedS
ALINB-I would II were q man.
FLAGG-My best clients are gentlemen.
ALINE-H my father knew this he'd kill
you!
FLAGG-Fathers don't kill any more
they're like husbands-they compromise.
ALINE-Here are two hundred and ten dol
lars-it's all the money have
FLAGG-I said two thousand.
ALINE-This emerald will nearly make II up.
FLAGG-What's it WORTH
ALINE-I don't know exacty-enough for
you, anyway.
FLAGG-Less than thousand. I'd say.
ALINE-But it's everything I have, and
promise to pay you up the balance
FLAGG-Ladies are careless about paying
ALINE-Every penny get will come to You
until you are paid, believe me-
FLAGG-rm a business man-nut the man
in me is more important than the business.
ALINE-You meant may have itf
FLAGG-I mean there's way to get it, You
are very pretty, my dear and mock marriages
are the real thing You-you're young per-
of experience-we could be friends
ALINE-You're mistaken
F4AGG-No, I'm not! You and Woolworth
had three days together by the sea-we'd have
Misunderstanding through the year,
ALINE-There's your mcney-rm going =
FLAGG-Oh, no.
ALINE-You mustn't stop me.
FLAGG-I'll keep the letter until you can
pay cash for it or-be friendly,
ALINE-No.
FTAGG-Give it to me.
ALINE-No, it's mine! Mine! You have no
right to it! You never had any right to it
FLAGG-Glve it to met What do you think
am?
ALINE-Don't put your hands on ma
FLAGG-That letter-give it to me-
ALINE-I won't! 1 won. A letter belongs
to the person who wrote it. (They struggle To
overcome her he puts his arm about her ,oaist
she tries to release hersIfJ
FLAGG-Going to take It, eh9
ALINB-Let me go! Let NE go, (She ptoR,,
up paper fIe).
FLAGG-Put that down. IN break you,
arm! And your neck, too!
ALINE-You're choking ma
(sha pIanges sharp point Of paper Gie In
to his breast. He sta0gers book, releasing
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-11-16

JONES takes rnoney)-rhank you.
FLAGg-Take his name
TOMBfY-What Is itf
FLAGG (as Jones hesttatee) Give him your
real name first!
JONEs-An right, then-its jefferson Jones
but you won't let anybody know where you
got the letterf
FLAGG-If I did, wouldn't get many. Oh,
by the way, Jones do you like good pioturssf
JONES-Picturesl
FLAGG-Ofl paintings-that's a fine one up
there-iust got It to-day Zones Ioobs W, and
In doing 30 faces O cGmeroj.
JONES-Say--but that's certainly ell right
Mr., Flaggl
fFlqgg quietly reaches ooer and pushes
button desk; lights ore eGftnoxSshed,
rouoaced by flash and an erpIos.on, as
FIdo1 pushes second button and sets
oft tldShIi9ht; he turns the light again
Instantly; Jones "a unnerved By the dark
ness and flash and erc,atnss):
-What-whats that2
FLAGG-Just a hashlight photograph Of your
self In you ever deny you were herei
JONES-Great Scotti (EDtts hurrtedIy).
FLAGG-His conscience is chasing him away,
Tommy. Put another plate in the camera,
there may be a woman here directly-and TX
the fash, too.
TOMMY-Yes sir.
FLAGG-And IN the morning don't forget
Tommy, to charge F1agg & Taylor two hundred
dollars expenses In the Rowland Prescott case,
and credit my account with it-remember the
amount-ttoo hundred.
TOMMY-Yes, sir
FLAGG-Now go to bed.
TOMMY-Good night, Uncle Judson-
FTAGG-And, Tommy-when you grow up
to be a great man, and when you write letters
to the ladies-dont write them, Tommy.
TOMMY won't, Uncle Judson! (E1its).
(FIGgg goes to SAFE takes out tin boa,
takes 1t to desk and unIocks it, HIS back
Is tot0ard door. He 10 putting yones's let
ter 10Th others tOhen ANws Graham en-
tiers QutetIy)
ALINE-Mister Flagg-
FLAGG (stGrtIed)-Ohi
ALINE--I phoned you--just now.
FLAGG-Why didn't you speak hrstf
ALINE-I beg your pardon.
FLAGG-I have heart failure when anybody
comes in me suddenly!
ALINE-Tm sorry-but please let nae see the
letters.
FLAGG-Won't you be seatsds
ALINE-No, no. must hurryi
FLAGG-Be comfortable-we will not be dis
turbed, Miss Graham.
ALINE-Please don't speak the name.
FLAGG-These walls have no ears
ALINE-Please let me see the letters.
FLAGG-And you Miss Grace Grshams
ALINE (hesitGtes) Yes yes
FLAGG-And you are to marry Mr.. HoIbroek
next month?
ALINE (G1air hesjtGtes)-Yes, yes-but-
FLAGG-He is to be congratulated-you are
indeed a very beautiful woman.
AL1NE-But the letters
FLAGG-More beautiful than the lady of the
picture Indicates picture above canvas).
Famous painting by the way-Itaian school
HE cautiously reaches oVer to,oard tbs
buttons on the desk; AIine Is impatient,
hooeUer, and does rot look at the pio-
ture)
ALiNE-I haven't time for pictures now
don't you know I must hurry?
FLAGG-Another time, then
AIINE-Please let me see the letters and 60
want to see them. l have never written
letter my hancs could not read!
" FLAGG-Then, why are you here?
ALINE-If you have any they are
n forgeries! But you said If I'd come
you'd show them to me-
FLAGG-E xactly--and prove they are
genuine. (As he searches in tin boz for
'lo ietterS)--You women, Miss Graham.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-11-16
Be an Editorial
Writer!
cop,nEhi 1919, By the star cuuvzny
Great Britain Rights Reserved

W|#<@H fE$xe N@ W. SSNS PN''
.AV artist to work
I hard drawing q
picture for you
Tell him TO draw anything, and
then you write something about
that picture and there you are!
Pictures are made to enable us
TO think" declared Aristotle, or
some other philosophy fan.
Old Tot was wrong. Pictures
are made to enable artists to get
their laundry out of hook
But that has nothing whatever
to do with this lesson.
Note the picture above. II you
we're TO write an editorial about II
you would probably spring some-
thing about Music hath charms
to soothe a savage breast"
Those editorials we're all right
in the days OF Horace Greeley and
William Penn, but not for these
days. Take another look at the
picture. There is something re-
markable about II. II we were
going to write an editorial about It
We would dash off something as
follows:
MARvELs OPP MODERN MEN.
TALLY.
In this picture the artist has
drawn beautiful lady seated at a
piano. She is playing the piano.
Perhaps she thinks the instalment
man wifi remove 1t this afternoon
and she wants to get another
whack at it before he does. But
hat Is not the point. The point
fs that a woman of the Stone Age
'' hive played mat piano
for three reasons
First-She had no piano.
second-She didn't know how to
play.
Third-There is no music for
her to play.
That's the whole point, that third
comment. The artist cheated as.
He was in a hurry and he forgot
TO put any music on the music
book in front of her.
Yet this woman is playing to
beat Eve aces and doesn't seem a
bit peeved.
This shows us the marvels of the
modern mind.
First-A woman of to-day can
sit In front of a blank book and
play real music. Just as though
there were black specks and lines
and other funny things on 1t that
go to make up music.
Second-An artist can draw a
picture like this and leave Off the
most important part of 1t all-the
music-and get away with 1t.
Let us be thankful both for the
marvels of modern mentality that
enable us to secure a piano on the
instalment plan and for women
who can play these pianos by
means OF a couple OF pages of per-
fectly blank paperi
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-11-16
innocence at the Mercy of a Blacknailer

One of the Dramatic
Scenes from George
Scarborough's Grip
ping Play, "AT BAY"
RepubIished by Spe-
cial Permission of the
Producers.
cOpyrisnt. ls1S By ths COMPANY
Crest Britain Rights Reserved
her. He gcsps she is Mortified al wAst
she hos donej
FLAGG-Try-try-to murder me, ehs
ALINEi-Oh, you made me do It'll
FLAGG (oosps)-Tomnyi Tommy
ALNE-I didn't mean tot
FLAGG-Tommy!
(He stoooers bach and sinks into ohats,
MS face distorted 10TH pain. With his
right hand he endeGUors 10 pun the
Weapon out Of his breast, she Is fasot
mated and pcragysed BY fright Tommy
Oft stage, Gnstoers).
ToMMY-You call me. Uncle Judsonf
FLAGG-Tommy!
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-11-16
"Put that down. I'll break

ToMMY-Coming, Unclei
(FEage gasps and sneers triumphant as
his left hand finds the bUttons).
FLAGG-I got your brooch, and I get your
picture for the police!
TOMMY-Coming, Uncle!
(Atne turns and swiftly starts tooard
centre door as Fl0gg pushes the buttons
and the lights are eptinguiShed. instantly
tollotoed by the explosion Of the flash
light, tohIch dtscIoses her en- route to the
centre door; che gtUes loo moan OF
fright; then, dGr]tnessJ,
TOMMY-Uncle-
Tommy enters and calls, feartasr1v ous
Of the dartcness).
Uncle Uncle Judson! fFis fear increases).
Oh, Uncle, where are you?
There Is silence and utter darkness).
CURTAIN,
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-11-16

JUDSON backTnahhs lawyer
his nephew office assistant
GRAHAM beautiful whom Feg trying bacnai
JEFFERSON JONES' butler
SCENE-The library Flagg's residence
TTME-Late in the
Lincoln County times. (Jerome, Idaho) 1911-1919, 1913-04-24

He recalled those first awful days OF
loneliness through which he had lived.
when thoEe was no Uncle Bob-soft-
voiced. smiling and infinitely com
panionable
why. Hannibal. you are crying
what about. dear?" asked Betty sud
denly.
mo. ma'am; | amt crying" said
Hannibal stoutly. but his wet lashes
gave the lie to his words.
Are you homesick-do you wish to
go back TO the judge and Mr.. Ma
haffy?"
mo. ma'am-it amt that was
just thinking"
Thinking about what. dear?"
About my Uncle Bob" The small
face was very wistful.
"Oh--and you still miss him so
much. Hannibal?"
Il bet | do reckon anybody who
knew Uncle Bob. would never get over
missing him: they just couldn't. Miss
Betty! The judge is mighty kind.
and so is Mr.. Mahafry-they're awful
kind. Miss Betty. and 1t seems like
they get kinder all the time-but
Lincoln County times. (Jerome, Idaho) 1911-1919, 1913-04-24
Co--'~v-r ~. h,r 1oAe, >1xN~u4 co~A~ry
BY VAUGHAN ESTER
ZLUSLp47z0XS By DMEZVZL

with Uncle Bob. when he liked you.
he just laid himself out TO let you
know it,"
That does make a great differ
ence. doesn't it," agreed Betty sadly,
and two piteous fearful eyes were
bent upon him.
Don't you reckon II Uncle Bob is
alive, like the Judge says. and he's
ever going TO find me. he had ought
to be here by now" continued Han
nibal anxiously.
But it hasn't been such a great
while. Hannibal; it's only that SC
much has happened to you. II he
was very badly hurt II may have been
weeks before he could travel; and
then when he could. perhaps he went
back to that tavern to try TO learn
what had become of you. But We
may be quite certain he Will never
abandon his search until he has made
every possible effort to find you
dear! That means he will sooner OF
later come TO west Tennessee. fol
there will always be the hope tina
you have found your way here"
A7CA4tNAA4to SCI 10y NlltQ " CIT
ing, Miss Betty" confessed the boy
Seems like | just couldn't wait N
longer" He sighed gently, and thel
his face cleared. You reckon he'll
come most any time. don't you. Mis-
Betty?"
Yes. Hannibal; any day or hour,
'Whoop." mu-tered Hannibal sof'
ly under his breath. Presently b
asked Where does that branch TAX
you to-" He nodded toward tn
bayou at the foot OF the terraced bluff
1T empties into the river" al
swered Betty.
Hannibal saw a small skiff beache
among the cottonwoods that gre
along the waters edge and his eye
lighted up instantly. He had juvenil
passion for boats.
Why. you got boat, amt 20
Miss Betty" This was a charmir
and an important discovery
Lincoln County times. (Jerome, Idaho) 1911-1919, 1913-04-24

Would you like to so down to it,
inquired Betty.
Deed would, Does she leak
any. Miss Betty?"
Il don't know about that. DO
boats .sually leak. Hannibal?"
Why. you amt ever been out row
ing her. Miss Betty. have you?-and
there amt no better fun than rowing
n boat" They had started down the
path.
Il used to think that. too. Hanni-
bal; how do you suppose II is that
when people grow up they forget all
about the really nice things they
might do?"
What use is she If you don't go
rowing in her." persisted Hannibal.
"Oh. but II is used. Mr.. Tom uses
1t in crossing to the other side where
they are clearing land for cotton. IL
saves him long walk or ride about
the head OF the bayou"
Like | should take you out in her,
Miss Betty?" demanded Hannibal with
palpitating anxiety.
They had entered the scattering
timber when Betty paused suddenly