Chapter II: Part 2

My husband’s gone and left me
In the hills of Brown;
Forsaken me on account of
Others of this little town.

He’s always been a blacksmith;
I treated the man well;
The last words he told me
Were, I’d better go to hell.

It was awful hard to swallow,
Hard to get it down.
Now he’s forsaken me for
Others of this little town.

He wants a younger woman
In his older day;
He says I’m getting old,
And am turning gray.

I always tried to treat him right
And do the best I could,
But the worst words he could
Say to me always done him good.

He is getting old and
I am getting gray;
But he’ll see the time he’ll wish
He hadn’t went away.

He’s gone and left me
And left me all alone;
Perhaps he’ll take one with him
He can call his own.

He’s gone and left me
In the hills of Brown;
Forsaken me on account of
Others of this little town.

He’s mine; let him go;
God bless him where’er he may be;
He can travel the wide world over
And never find one like me.

* * * * *

The Dying Hobo

’Twas dawn by a western water tank,
One cold November day;
There in an open boxcar,
A dying hobo lay.

His partner stood beside him,
With a sadly drooping head,
Listening to the last words
That the dying hobo said.

Good-by old pal, I’m going
To a land where all is bright,
Where handouts grow in the bushes,
And you can sleep out every night.

The dying hobo’s head dropped back,
And as he sang his last refrain,
His partner stole his shoes and socks
And grabbed an eastbound train.

* * * * *

_Said a giddy old maid named Biddy McHugh,_
_I’d like to be good and I’d like to be true,_
_For it’s good to be good,_
_But I’m not made of wood,_
_Boo-hoo, boo-hoo, no wonder I’m blue._

* * * * *

Two Women

By N. P. Willis.

The shadows lay along Broadway,
’Twas near the twilight tide—
And slowly there a lady fair
Was walking in her pride.
Alone walked she; but viewlessly,
Walked spirits at her side.

Peace charmed the street beneath her feet,
And honor charmed the air,
And all astir looked kind on her,
And called her good and fair—
For all God ever gave to her
She kept with chary care.

She kept with care her beauties rare
From lovers warm and true—
For her heart was cold to all but gold,
And the rich came not to woo—
But honored well are charms to sell
If rites the SELLING do.

Now walking there was one more fair—
A slight girl, lily-pale;
And she had unseen company
To make the spirit quail—
’Twixt Want and Scorn she walked forlorn,
And nothing could avail.

No mercy now can clear her brow,
For this world’s peace to pray;
For, as Love’s wild prayer dissolved in air,
Her woman’s heart gave way!—
But the sin forgiven by Christ in Heaven
By man is cursed alway.

* * * * *

Ring around the rosy,
Cellar full of booze;
We can have a party
Any time we choose.

* * * * *

The Night Before Pay Day

’Twas the night before pay day and all through my jeans
I searched but in vain for the price of some beans.
Not a quarter was stirring—not even a jit;
The coin was off-duty—milled edges had quit.
Move forward! Move forward! Oh time, in thy flight,
Make it tomorrow—just for tonight.

* * * * *

Hubby came home, tangle-footed,
His wifie met him at the door,
Grabbed the bottle from his pocket—
“Empty? Go and get some more!”

* * * * *

Irene Talbot, skillful typist,
Works for Dave A. Masterbilt.
Writes a neat and snappy letter,
Marks it in this way: “DAM/IT.”

* * * * *

A Plea for the Prodigal Girl

By O. D. Copeland.

I have read of the death of the martyrs; the story of Peter and Paul,
The story of Luther and Calvin—I respect and honor them all;
And also old Thomas and Stephen, honest and faithful men,
And I’ve read the sweet story of Jesus, and expect to read it again,
I’ve read of the Good Samaritan, of charity’s lesson begun,
And my heart goes out in great pity to the wayward, prodigal son.

All are so glad to welcome him, so quick to forget and forgive,
It makes no difference what he has done, if only comes back to live;
They have always prayed for the prodigal boy since ever the world
begun,
The joy, the glory, forgiveness of the returning wayward son,
But poets seem to forget to write of the saddest thing in the world—
They are not so eager to welcome back the poor little prodigal girl.

Just why she has turned out crooked—she happened to strike “the right
one,”
Who had the slick tongue of a Judas—and that was your prodigal son;
Though the boy is upheld and forgiven, it is common all over the world,
That you scornfully point out for gossip the poor little prodigal girl.
There is nothing so truly pathetic as the life of the maidens who fall,
And if you search down to the bottom, you will find man the cause of it
all.

But he is led back in society and nursed with the tenderest care,
Held up to the world as a hero, and mentioned in fervent prayer,
While she is cast out from her loved ones; out in the hard, cruel
world,
And everyone points out and scorns her, the poor little prodigal girl,
Now, as has been said quite often, and we will repeat it again,
That the lowest of fallen women are better than most of the men.

* * * * *

Ten-year Mary saw her mother
Dolled all up—skirt “a la sport.”
“Mama, when will I be grown up
And can wear my dresses short?”

* * * * *

Ahoy, Liza’s Fig Tree!

Returning from France, a colored trooper was awakened from his nap on the deck by a companion who shouted to him to get up and look at a passing sail boat.

“Niggah,” drowsily answered the reclined trooper, “Don’t you all waken me agin till we pass a tree.”

* * * * *

Something to Worry About

In Persia boys and girls never play together.

* * * * *

Customer in soft drink parlor—Hey there, bartender, stop killing those flies! Don’t you suppose I want a little kick in my beer?

* * * * *

Squaring Himself

Everyone has heard authentic stories of the man who asked another: “Who is that old slob over yonder?” and got the reply: “She is my wife.” But the story doesn’t go far enough.

Jones observed an old lady sitting across the room.

“For heaven’s sake!” he remarked to Robinson, “who is that extraordinarily ugly woman there?”

“That,” answered Robinson, “is my wife.”

Jones was taken aback, but moved up front again.

“Well,” he said persuasively, “you just ought to see mine!”

_Pasture Pot Pourri_

Oh, boys! What wouldn’t I give for just an acre of Cuba in the center of the Whiz Bang farm.

* * * * *

The reason why Dan Cupid makes so many bad shots is because he aims at the heart while looking at the hosiery.

* * * * *

_Gi’mea Jane wit alit’l eye_
_an’ a nose so very long,_
_Two lips dat qiv’er an’ make u’ giv’ er_
_a sam’pell ove yoh ’tong._

* * * * *

_I got a gal she’s neat_
_Sweet as turkey meat_
_With a great big leg_
_And toot’ie woot’ie feet._

* * * * *

Our Latest Song Success

Never Mind the Bread, Mother—Father will soon be Home with a Bun.

* * * * *

It makes no difference what you are,
Or what you might have been;
But if you want a drink that’s fast,
Get a quart of old sloe gin.

* * * * *

Love Croon of a Gambler

Dearie, oh, dearie! If I could have held a hand like this years ago, who knows but what I might have had a full house now.

* * * * *

Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder;
Also makes the poor brain wander.

* * * * *

Eczema, you can’t belong to our union. You’re too much of a scab.

* * * * *

Mamma loves papa, and papa loves women.

* * * * *

A He-Vamp’s Motto

_If you want one_
_Thin or fat_
_Get her address_
_From my flat._

* * * * *

Latest reports from Cork, Ireland, indicate that the Sinn Fein have taken Pluto, but cannot hold it.

* * * * *

A girl may drive a coach,
Or even a motor car,
But the girl who rides a-horseback
Is stretching things too far.

* * * * *

Brethren and sistern, our text fo’ today will be taken from the book of Whiz Bang, chapta fo’ ’leven fo’ty fo’, verse seben ’leben: “He who sitteth on a red hot stove shall rise again.”

* * * * *

Good Advice

“Mother, may I go out to skate?”
“Yes, my darling Julia,
But don’t you try the figure 8,
For it will surely fool ya!
Just as you make a fancy whirl
To show your springy muscle,
The boys will see a foolish girl,
Sleigh-riding on her bustle.”

—Brutus.

* * * * *

Sign in Natchez

Patrons depositing in this bank are respectfully requested not to leave any small change on the counter.

_Natchez must indeed be careless._

* * * * *

Latest Ballad

We will now sing: “The Liveryman’s Sweet Daughter; All But Me Knew Her.”

* * * * *

“Sweet Patootie!” gasped the bee, as he pushed his head high enough to get a breath of fresh air, “Bees may come and bees may go, but the Bull goes on forever.”

* * * * *

“Batter up for the wheatcakes,” shouted the cook in the beanery, who was an ex-umpire.

* * * * *

A successful magazine cover is one that has very little cover for the girl.

* * * * *

“Poor Fish!”

I wish I was a fish,
A-frozen in the ice;
Then I could watch the girlies skate;
Oh, wouldn’t that be nice!

* * * * *

Am I Right or Am I Wrong?

Pure water is the best of gifts,
That man to man can bring;
But who am I that I should have
The best of anything?
Let princes revel at the pump,
Peers with the pond make free,
But old time bourbon, wine, or beer
Are good enough for me.

* * * * *

“Here’s to the short skirt and the low waist. May they never meet.”

* * * * *

Speaking of Hosiery

Most of us keep at least one eye on the temptation we pray not to be led into.

* * * * *

No, Aloysius, Easter Sunday is not related to Billy Sunday.

* * * * *

Sweetheart Blues

_I got a man,_
_Won’t tell you his name,_
_Cause your man_
_And my man_
_May be the same._

* * * * *

Solomon’s interpretation of the white slave law:

_Love them where you find them and leave them where you love them._

* * * * *

Pat’s Narrow Escape

Pat and Mike, working on a night shift in a mill, decide that their work can be done by one, and arranged that they would alternate on the job after the boss went home at midnight.

The first night it was Pat’s turn to go home. A half hour later he surprised Mike by rushing into the mill and hurrying into his overalls.

“Mike,” he exclaimed, “I nearly got caught. I was just about to walk into my home when I saw, through the window, the boss eating a midnight supper with my wife.”

* * * * *

Here’s to Gretchen in the kitchen
Frying doughnuts in the grease,
With her lover bending o’er her,
Coaxing, begging for a piece
Of the doughnuts in the grease.

* * * * *

Little Miss Muffet, who sat on a tuffet,
Eating her lunch one day,
When a speeder espied her and drew up beside her,
And both of ’em beat it away.

* * * * *

Foolish Bunk

_We cannot see any head or tail to this story, but as my
good friend Neely sent it in, I’ll publish it for his
benefit.—CAPTAIN BILLY._

A young man had an appointment for a lesson in phrenology and also an appointment to meet his sweetheart. He was undecided which to keep, when the girl telephoned. Learning of his difficulties, she asked him if he had a coin in his pocket. He replied affirmatively.

“Well, flip it,” she said.

* * * * *

Not a Scotch Soldier!

Scene: Hotel verandah in Rhodesia. Time, 8:30 a. m., early 1919.

Personae: A South African Scottish N. C. O. in the garb of old Gael, and civilian, to whom the former is telling the war tale.

Enter Indian waiter, who breathlessly addresses the soldier:

“You are wanted, sir, at once, at Room 23, and the lady says she feels bad this morning.”

“Great Scot! What lady? Excuse me, you fellows.” Precedes his hasty flight upstairs, where he had already noted that morning the presence of a very dainty pair of lady’s shoes outside the door of No. 23.

Knocking at the door, it was partially opened, and the fair unknown, peeping through the crack, no sooner caught sight of the kiltie than she exclaimed:

“My God! What do you want here?”

Soldier: “The coolie waiter said you wanted me badly.”

Lady: “The ⸺ fool! Why, I sent him for a Scotch and soda!”

* * * * *

I was born in Kentucky,
Raised in Tennessee.
If you don’t like my peaches,
Don’t shake my tree.
Oh, tell me how long
Must I have to wait,
Will you jazz with me now
Or must I hesitate.

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Getting Rid of Grandma

(From the Mount Horeb, Wis., Times.)

Krohen Bros. have been doing a land-office business butchering hags for individual families in town.

* * * * *

Objection Sustained?

(From the Clarendon (Eng.) Mercury.)

WANTED—A really plain but experienced and efficient governess for three girls, eldest 10. Music, French and Latin required. Brilliancy of conversation, fascination of manner, and symmetry of form objected to, as the father is much at home, and there are grown-up sons.

* * * * *

Arise, Ye Dead, and Walk

(Sign in Seattle Street Car.)

The beautiful mausoleum at Washelli cemetery affords a royal resting place for those that sleep in death. For directions to get there, phone Ballard 1850.

* * * * *

They Feel Nice on Your Cheek

(Advertisement in Indianapolis Star.)

Oh, so warm! Ankle length satin bloomers, with the prettiest shirred cuff. It’s the quality of soft satin you like to feel against your cheek.

* * * * *

All Soldiers Invited

(From Keene, N. H., Democrat.)

There will be a bean supper, at the First Unitarian Church, on Saturday night, followed by a musical programme.

* * * * *

Models, Cars and Otherwise

(From the Des Moines Tribune.)

If party who stole Cadillac car Saturday will return pictures and films taken from car he can keep car. Pictures are priceless and impossible to replace. Mail to Des Moines Photo Materials Co.

* * * * *

A Noiseless Roomer

(From New Orleans Times Picayune.)

With private uptown or Carrollton, by young man. When at home I read or sleep, both quietly.

* * * * *

Reserve Us a Sand Hole, Please

(From Honolulu Star-Bulletin.)

WANTED—Young woman to share apartment on beach.

* * * * *

What Every Woman Ought to Know

(From the Davenport Democrat and Leader)

Rev. Mr. Rewlands gave his address following the supper hour, and about 75 women of the congregation were present to hear him. His subject was: “The Kind of Service Men Can Render to the Church and to the World.”

* * * * *

Oh, My Dear, You Should Have Seen Him!

(From the Hampton, Iowa, Chronicle)

The thieves took everything else he had in the room. Mr. Ferris borrowed a pair of pants from the housemaid while he went out to a store and secured a pair of shoes, socks, etc.

* * * * *

Man proposes—but not always marriage.

* * * * *

Scotch Thrift

Sandy, the office manager, approached Annie, the stenographer, for another loan of $10. It was a weekly occurrence and always had been granted.

“Well, Miss Laurie, here I am again to borrow the usual ten spot,” he said. “Funny isn’t it? Here I am making three times as much money as you, and yet I have to borrow from you every week. You always have money on hand, and I feel ashamed to ask you for another loan.”

“Oh, that’s all right,” replied Annie, “I haven’t as much money as you think, but I have borrowed from the boss and always manage to hoard a little bit.”

“The deuce you do!” exclaimed Sandy. “That’s what I have been doing with your ten spots.”

* * * * *

There was a young chicken named Rose
Who wore the most wonderful hose
They set the men staring
But she wasn’t caring
For that’s why she wore ’em, I s’pose.

* * * * *

Perfect Cleanliness

“Martha, have you wiped the sink dry yet?” asked the farmer as he made ready for bed.

“Yes, Joshua, why do you ask!”

“Well, I did want a drink of water, but I guess I can wait until morning.”

* * * * *

Miss Allison’s Sensation

We’ve heard lots of gossip from Hollywood, but it takes a Philadelphia “questions and answers” editor to win the rubber medal, in the following:

Q.—Who is the movie actress whose horse ran away with her
recently?

A.—This blushing experience befell May Allison recently while
enacting the famous ride of Lady Godiva in Hollywood. The scene
was made at night and (Miss Allison clad only in a long flowing
blonde wig) was riding her horse down the street when the
animal took fright at the brilliant lights and made a bolt for
a public street.

* * * * *

A Nice Neighborhood

Two neighbor women were having a word battle over the backyard fence.

Mrs. Brown—“I know more about your husband than you do.”

Mrs. Jones—“Then you had better keep silent, as I know more about you than your husband does.”

* * * * *

Within the Law

Izzy was seen with an enormous diamond pin. His friend Moe couldn’t understand where Izzy got a thousand dollars to pay for it, so Izzy explained. “My uncle died and left one thousand dollars for a stone to his memory. I was the executor, and this is the stone.”

_Jest Jokes and Jingles_

“Have you anything to say before leaving the stand?” asked the judge, after pronouncing a death sentence upon a negro murderer.

“Yes, suh, jedge,” replied the prisoner. “I wants to say right here dat dis is gonna be a lesson to me.”

* * * * *

The melancholy days have come,
The saddest of the year;
It’s much too warm for moonshine,
And too cold for darned near beer.

* * * * *

He Snuffs It

Hashish Kid—“This is a grand town. Just imagine a quart of hooch at 50 cents a bottle.”

Thirsty Stranger—“S’sh! Where can I get it?”

“I don’t know.” I said, “just imagine it.”

* * * * *

A Hobo’s Lament

I said: Good man, can you help me,
I’m a millionaire dead broke;
But the poor old man was deaf and dumb,
I could tell by the way he spoke.

* * * * *

Officer—“Why didn’t you salute? Don’t you know I’m a captain?”

Buck Private—“That’s a darn good job. Hang on to it.”

* * * * *

“Late house tonight, my love,” she’ll say,
“Midnight or later maybe,
If I’m not home till break of day,
You stand to with the baby.”

* * * * *

I have a wife and I have a flivver. My license to run the flivver is o. k., but my license to run my wife absolutely is the bunk.

* * * * *

Feminine Intuition

Speaking of women having more sense than men, did you ever notice that when the baby gets big enough to walk father wants to give away the baby carriage, but mother puts it in the garret?

* * * * *

Filipino Style

At the Quaint Shop in Sterling, Ill., one can buy bead necklaces, “so beautiful,” as the shop quaintly puts it, “that every woman will want a string to wear if she hasn’t anything else.”

* * * * *

A new idea is like an egg—the responsible party simply can’t help talking about it.

_Our Rural Mail Bag_

=Dear Captain Billy:= I heartily agree with you in the belief that man is a strange wild beast, and when he gets what he wanted, he wonders why he wanted it. That’s why I’m on my way to Hot Springs, singing the rheumatic blues.—=Sunset Slim.=

* * * * *

=Aromatic Army Cook=—Yes, I understand that the troop of Boston soldiers you mention moved to Seattle so that they could live on the Sound.

* * * * *

=Blonde Beauty=—I do not know what you mean by the expression “He has a Siberian dash board” unless it’s whiskers. Pay no attention to smooth French talk. He’s bulling you.

* * * * *

=Abe Goldberg=—No, I wouldn’t advise you to locate your undertaking establishment in O’Rourke park, Butte, Mont. You might as well sing “Wearin’ o’ the Green” in Piccadilly Circus, if that’s all the value you attach to your life.

* * * * *

=A. L. Tioga=—Sorry we can’t use your story about the barrel of apples and the sack of nuts by which the family rat was caught.

* * * * *

=Sweet Dottie=—You say you do some awful things sometimes, but that then it’s only to keep warm. If that’s your only reason, you had better postpone your “new leaf” turning until summer.

* * * * *

=Bringemin Young=—We’ve heard your story before about the stenographer who got $25 a week and half her board.

* * * * *

=Bobby=—I have heard that it goes good in cider.

* * * * *

=Miss Construe=—You say you miss your husband so often. Do you mean when you throw things at him?

* * * * *

Mamma’s in the kitchen,
Singing “Alcoholic Blues,”
Father’s in the cellar,
Drinking Alcoholic Booze.

* * * * *

The Cemetery Blues

The graveyard is a mean old place—they lay you on your back and shovel dirt in your face.

* * * * *

Blissful Ignorance

Co-ed—I want something to wear around the dormitory.

Salesgirl—How large is your dormitory?

* * * * *

Whistling to Hades

Two girls from the city were spending their vacation in a small town in the middle west, and at the house where they were stopping was a devout old man who believed that the blue Sunday laws should go into effect full blast. It so happened that the girls were in the parlor one Sunday morning, playing the popular airs, when the devout sir entered and said: “Do you know this is Sunday?”

“Sure, what’s the big idea?”

“Do you know the ten commandments?”

“Well, if you whistle the first two or three bars I might get them.”

* * * * *

It isn’t the things we’ve won and possessed that fill the coffers of life to overflowing. It’s the things we’ve lost, the things that make for sweet memories. That’s the sum and substance of life that endures—memories and their lessons.

* * * * *

This is March, the month when the wind is tempered either to the lion or to the shorn lamb, and soon the grass will be green and the wind will be tempered for the silk-clad calf. Oh, boys, I’ll say we can anticipate!

* * * * *

When the ball bearings of the new association of nations get rolling smoothly, we understand that Jerusalem will be given to the Jews, Ireland to the Irish, Iceland to the icemen and New York City to the United States.

* * * * *

A Church Scandal

The little man approached a saleswoman and sputtered:

“Y-you got me into a pickle, you did.”

“I don’t understand,” the girl replied, timidly.

“You remember when I came in here to pick out a silk dress for my wife, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“And you remember we asked the assistance of the lady who was buying a kiltie skirt for her little girl?”

“Yes—yes.”

“W-w-well, you got the parcels mixed, that’s what you did, and I took that little kiltie skirt home to my wife.”

“I’m awfully sorry, sir, but, of course we can put that right.”

“How?”

“I can change the skirt.”

“I know you can, but that isn’t the trouble. My wife opened the parcel while I was away, thought it was the latest style, and wore the wretched thing to church on Sunday.”

* * * * *

Smith Family Accounted For

A Chicago school girl, in her history examination, answered that Jamestown, Virginia, was settled in 1607 and there were 120 deaths and 72 births the first year, “due to the efforts of Capt. John Smith.”

* * * * *

Hubby for Her

A lady heard that her two sons were in the habit each at separate times and quite unknown to each other, of taking one of the maids “out for a lark.” Fearing to bring down on their devoted heads the wrath of their father by making a bother about it, she asked them quietly if it were true, but could obtain no satisfactory reply.

It occurred to her that by a little strategy she might get the truth from one of the girls, so she said in a jocular manner, “Now, Mary, I want you to answer me candidly. Which of my two sons do you like going out with best—George or William?”

“Well, ma’am,” replied the maid, reassured by the lady’s manner, “if you must know, of the two I like George the best; but for a downright good spree, give me the master every time.”

* * * * *

Can’t, I’m Hitched Now

By Tad.

If you don’t feel just right,
If you can’t sleep at night,
If you moan and sigh,
If your throat is dry,
If you can’t smoke or drink,
If your grub tastes like ink,
If your heart doesn’t beat,
If you’ve got bad cold feet,
If your head’s in a whirl,
Why not marry the girl?

* * * * *

You’re not the only pebble on the beach. There’s a Little Rock in Arkansas.

* * * * *

Lingo of the Lingerie

She was a fair-haired, fluffy little thing, who had taken a position as saleswoman in a department store. A few days later she met a boy friend and both stopped to have a little chat.

“How do you like your job?” inquired the boy friend.

“Oh, I like it very much,” said the fluffy one. “Only, they shift me about too much. At twelve o’clock I’m in hats, at three I’m in dresses, at four I’m in lingerie, at six I’m in stockings, and—”

“I’ll look you up tomorrow at eight,” said he.

* * * * *

Evolution of a Flea

“The evolution theory,” said the professor, “is that we all came from monkeys.”

“That’s wrong,” said the flea, biting him on his bald head, “I came from a dog.”

* * * * *

Only at Night

“He does it when no one’s about, just as we’re going to bed,” explained a Kingston wife, applying for separation against her husband, who, she asserted, was always tearing up her clothes, etc.

* * * * *

Only eight months to wait for the second October Whiz Bang annual.

* * * * *

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500 Bathing Girl Photos, size 3½ × 5½, all different, for 25.00

12 Hand Colored, Bathing Girl Photos, size 8 × 10, for 5.00
25 Hand Colored, Bathing Girl Photos, size 8 × 10, for 10.00
50 Hand Colored, Bathing Girl Photos, size 8 × 10, for 20.00
100 Bathing Girl Photos, black and white, size 8 × 10, for 30.00

12 Art Nudes, selected from our leading sellers, or any you
may choose from our catalogue in any finish desired, at 10.00
25 Art Nudes, special selection, best sellers, size 11 × 14,
mounted (a selection that we are sure will please) 12.50
100 Art Nudes, size 7 × 9, all different, assorted finishes 50.00

12 Movie Star Photographs, size 8 × 10, your choice, at 6.00
25 Movie Star Photographs, size 8 × 10, your choice, at 12.00
50 Movie Star Photographs, size 8 × 10, your choice, at 24.00
100 Movie Star Photographs, size 8 × 10, your choice, at 35.00
150 Movie Star Photographs, size 8 × 10, your choice, at 50.00

12 Movie Star Photographs, size 3½ × 5½, your choice, at 1.00
25 Movie Star Photographs, size 3½ × 5½, your choice, at 1.50
50 Movie Star Photographs, size 3½ × 5½, your choice, at 2.00
100 Movie Star Photographs, size 3½ × 5½, your choice, at 4.00

6 Komic Pictures, 11 × 14, mntd., “Make You Laugh Kind” 1.00
12 Komic Pictures, 11 × 14, mntd., “Make You Laugh Kind” 1.50
25 Komic Pictures, 11 × 14, mntd., “Make You Laugh Kind” 2.50

Art Nudes are shipped by express only. Remit by money order or bank
draft. All orders shipped promptly.

The American Art Company
Offering the Most Complete Line of Art Subjects in the World
JANESVILLE, WISCONSIN, U. S. A.

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_WHIZ BANG is on sale at all leading hotels, news stands, on trains, 25 cents single copies, or may be ordered direct from the publisher at 30 cents single copies; two-fifty a year._