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have an-gagement to announce.
Marion, darling, I am going to kiss
Harry for the first time. Mayl?"
(Copyright hy W. G. Chapman.)
o c--- .
EVELYN. OWNS HER OWN HOME,
Eighteen months in the old Central
Theater in Saft Francisco gave Eve
lyn Selhie her first taste of the stren
uous Western life which later led her
right into- the heart of the "movie"
world. ... . . -
She isapast master. In-interpreting
Indian and Mexican roles. She rides
like one to the manner born. But that
is no wonder, for she was born down
south in the Blue Grass state.
Miss Selbie lives out right near the
big Essanay plant at Niles, Cal. And
she doesn't give a penny for the flar
ing lights of nearby San Francisco
unless it is market day or the electric
light bill has to be paid. For, you
know, Evelyn Selbie superintended
the erection of her own cunning lit
tle bungalow in which she pleasantly
spends most of the time not utilized
in her strenuous "movie" work.
By Berton Braley.
I wish that I could be
An old standpatter
To look around and see
Nothing the matter,
All new thoughts to repel
With brain that's flaccid,
And think that all is well,
Serene and placid.
What calm, what peace is his;
He's well contented;
To him all progress is
A thing demented ;
The world has gone ahead,
And all things show it;
Forward the age has sped
He doesn't know it
And so he drifts along
Through all the flurry;
To him life's something grim
And all things matter,
And yet I envy him,
The old standpatter.
Facetious Gent I say, constable;
did you see me cpme across the road
Constable Yes, sir.
F. G. Have you ever seen me be-'
fore in your life.
Constable No, sir. .
F. G. Then how did you know it
was me? London Tit-Bits