One morning last week, the countenance of William R. Timmons, Executive Secretary of the Greenville (S. C.) Chamber of Commerce grew stern. He had viewed the doings of Mutt and
Jeff as reported one morning by the fecund pen of Artist Bud Fisher in The New York World. Mutt was seen abed, sleeping off the effects of a strenuous evening. Little Jeff was up, dressed, eager to explore the city in which they had stopped. Artist Fisher had indicated clearly that it was a city, not a town. He had indicated, moreover, that it...
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