St. Louis Post-Dispatch
July 2, 1911

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ST. LOUIS, SUNDAY MORNING, JU LY 2, 1911.

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| PERCIEVE You BELONG To THE RIDING -cLuB. Ait YouR TeETH | ARE “L OOSE!

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heard speeches by President Aloe, who told us that the St. Louis Riding Club, with 200 mem bers, was the largest in any city in the United States; from C. F.. Blanke, who hadn’t been able to ride dut with us, but who was. there with plans for extending the bridle path; from Sec- retary Bube, and from President Gundlach of the Council, who is to be acting mayor for awhile this summer. Is Willing to Receive a Committee of Ladies.. An acting mayor, the rest seemed to think, can do pretty nearly anything he wants to in the way of building new bridle paths. Gundlach who has tried the job several times, was not sure about having such plenary powers as the rest seemed to think. “But if you'll send a committee of ladies to place the plans before me,” Iwas born on horseback.’ Horses Become Fa Legged Furnaces . Owners Gallop | perature at 94 j i _ | Shade, but Everyb rt Has a Good Time Anyway.

sald he, “I'll give thenk ‘the wioet’ favorable:¢ or sideration.” ‘ C. D. Behymer saw to it that everyone g Riding Club button who was one, while the buttons and the last course ‘were ing our attention, the orchestra over tr theater started up, and we stood adjourn: “i after the show was over. ‘ee Did Not Care to Try Another Ride. Then we fode our noble animals ‘rather, they did. Knott and I, beiy’ 4 “experience as night riders, had te the stable before sitting down to a stable owners had sent and | it was, we blistered our } : saddle horns, and the effect in other © almost as severe as that of an Initiation ¢ some of our leading secret orders, in th- before ‘they revised their rituals and elin the paddle, | SAW the Rev. Jacob B. Meeker at * Hall the other day,” remarked C€ to James Nugent and A. H. Schr they went out, “and I asked him if he like to be one of us. “Would I? sald ) ‘All right, ‘come out any Sunday morning and ride the park with us.’ Then I recalled tha

Help! Clarence Is Stolen! Copyright, 1911, by Press Pub, Co. (New York Wortd,) 66 HERE its my horse? Where is my W man, bursting into Gus’ cafe ‘on the corner, facetiously, and he gave a yank at the left, lank side whisker of the excited man. continued the excited man, as he buttoned his whiskers under his coat to protect them from the “Say!” said Gus, taking his cue from the free and easy air of indifference Mr. Jarr, Mr. Rangle, toward the excited newcomer. “Say,” -he repeated, ‘Mister Whoever-you-are, let me ax you some- blankit or under it?” ‘Never mind my whiskers, sir!” retorted the Clarence?” “Let me see,” said Mr. Jarr, feigning to en- well! I must have mislaid him. How forgetful I am, to be sure!” home and paste him in your scrapbook,” suggested Rafferty. ture man as a hat rack,” said Mr. Rangle. “One of you has stolen him,” cried Mr. Berry, ence was a most’ sagacious and valuable horse!” T’ll look in the ice box,” said Gus, “maybe “Which of you {; Mr. Edward Jarr? I shall hold HIM responsible. The horse was taken from Brooklyn man angrily. “Here I come over here to collect a bill, and my most treasured man Jarr shall pay for the loss of my horse, and he shall pay my bill for the hire of the horse tively refuse to pay it! Jarr’s in here and I want him pointed out to me.” “Here's my bill. I want that man Jarr point-. ed out to me!” repeated the angry undertaker. “Wait a minute,” said Gus, solemniy, “It re- minds me of something. By Roy L. McCardell. horse?” cried an excited looking “Take them off! we know you!” cried Mr. Jarr “My carriage is outside, but my horse is gone!” vandals of Harlem. Mr. Rafferty and his six other customers bore thing. Do you sleep mit your whiskers outside the excited stranger. “I want my horse. Who's got déavor to remember. “Did I have him? Well, “You told me you were going to take that horse “Slavinsky sold him to the second hand furni- the undertaker, “and it’s grand larceny, for Clar- somebody put him on ice.” in front of where’ this man Jarr lives!” cried the possession, my best horse is stolen! This by his wife and his wife's mother as they post- “It's rude to point,” sald Mr. Rangle sweetly. © “My name is Berry, I want my bill paid”—— it is.” “By golly,” said Gus proudly. “I got suc ory like that feller Shaksbeer.”’ Ali Mr. Berry had te do, now that he tinued on the quest of the ‘Geparted Cla” to follow the crowd. Mr. Dinkston, » Clarence tn the raffle, was endeavor horse down the sidewalk, despit- policeman who had arrived u J and who was now threatening ston and Clatence both. Mr. Berry rushed up and séised «ai# hor bridle, wheheat Clarefice made a mighty to bite his beloved owner in the face. ‘Remove your hands from that quadrup: manded Mr. Dinkston. “Officer, arrest thi “It's MY horse!” shouted Mr. Berry. is up around the corner down the next bi horse knows me; you can see that.” “Yes, I can see he knows yeu,” sald th man, “and it looks like the meeting of friends with a grudge.” “The equine is my fair won spofl,”. Dinkston. “Mine by the favor of the Gode . tuna!” “I don’t know the party yeu speak ot,” policeman, “but if you den’t take this hore. sidewalk and out of my beat ll run ¢ ye int” “T’ll tell you what we will do,” Mr. turning to Mr. Berry. “You have @: car have a horse; let us pool issues. You,” ihe glanced keenly at Mr. Berry's i ti ‘are Brooklyn, I take it?" — feud “I am, and you'll neyer get me in Har except,” here Mr. Berry’s eyes glinted, * Wusiness reasons! I am not @ philanthrop bury everybody im Hafiem in first-class nothing !”’ Then, hitching up Clarence, he drove th of steeds and Mr. Dinkston acta: stipe ¥ all atten dar ne ROF. [aay Bepiained psychologist, often lusiraten 8. t “The most ghastly superstition,” Prof. recently, ee ee eee to Mie: the ches of Jonee. |

let me see? Yeu, here Then: he turned to the man from Brooklyn and{ - repeated ponderously: “You have presented your bill, Berry, before it te f: 9 ; Berry, 2 due, Berry: your father, the elder have been such ® goose, Berry; tt Lan straw, | He got no further, for, ir 9 a ing his whiskers freeto the @inds from. cogt, the mortuary director ished. fro-~ “Come Guy” said Ra’ =, “tha” 5 a the vt \