WHEN CHARL. COMES OVER.

It is said that Mr. CHARLES CHAPLIN, a prominent citizen of Los Angeles,

Cal., has employed the greater part of the last few days in mopping his

brow, sighing with relief and exclaiming "Gee!"

Mr. CHAPLIN declares that missing the boat for England recently was the

narrowest escape from death he has ever enjoyed. But for having been thus

providentially prevented from visiting his native land in the company of

Miss MARY PICKFORD and Mr. DOUGLAS FAIRBANKS (better known as "MARY" and

"DOUG." respectively) he would have come back to the dear homeland all

unprepared for what would surely have happened to him no less than it

happened to his illustrious colleagues in the film world.

Since his promised visit to our shores cannot long be delayed, he has

already begun elaborate preparations for travelling in safety. He is

growing a large beard and is learning to walk with his toes turned in. A

number of his teeth will be blackened out during the whole of his European

tour, and his hair will be kept well-ironed and cropped short.

He has engaged a complete staff of plain-clothes pugilists to travel with

him everywhere and to stand on guard outside his bathroom door. They will

also surround him during meal-times to prevent admirers from grabbing his

food to hand down to their children as heirlooms.

He is being measured for a complete outfit of holeproof clothing, and his

motor will be a Ford of seventeen thicknesses, with armoured steel windows,

and fitted with first-aid accessories, including liniment, restoratives and

raw steak. His entourage will include a day doctor, a night doctor, a

leading New York surgeon and a squad of stretcher-bearers.

It has been suggested to him that a further precaution would be not to

advise the Press of the date of his arrival; but that he considers would be

carrying his safety-first measures to a foolish extreme.

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[Illustration: STOP-PRESS NEWS.

_Observant Visitor._ "I SAY--EXCUSE ME, BUT YOUR HAT IS KNOCKED IN."

_Farm Hand._ "WHOI, I'VE KNOWED THAT FOR THE LAST SEVEN YEAR."]

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