Twins

In Graval, France, Mme Marie Rimbert gave birth to a boy. While being removed to a larger hospital, she paused at Neufchatel-en-Bray, gave birth to a girl.

Chance

In Manhattan, Jacob Cohen, 50-year-old furrier, was caught with a gallon of gin under his counter. Accused of selling liquor, he protested: ''I use it to clean coats," was fined $100.

Something Terrible

In Manhattan, decorous readers of the New York Times were amazed by an advertisement: "Edna F. Your folks from California are here and feel something terrible about you. Charlie is drinking again. For Goodness sakes phone hotel, Katy."

Buss

In Long Island City, N. Y., James Hughes, porter in a telephone building, took Miss Barbara Westlake and Mrs. Stephanie Werner, switchboard operators, up in an elevator, stopped it above the third floor, turned around and tried to buss Mrs. Werner. Miss Westlake became hysterical, Mrs. Werner jumped out of the elevator, fell down the shaft, died.

Cold

In Seattle, Wash., Al Barnum committed suicide because he had a cold in the head.

Melancholy

In Vienna, Ga., O. H. Winsfrey became melancholy, shot his two mules to death, set fire to his barn, set fire to his home, killed himself with a shotgun.

Breakfast

In Raritan, N. J., William Pittenger got up and asked his wife to cook his breakfast. When she protested that she was sick, he went outside, shot his head off.

Wheelchair

Near Portsmouth, N. H., Charles Waggoner, crippled and confined to a wheelchair for 15 years, rolled himself from his farm across twelve miles of rutted country roads toward the ocean, rolled to a pier, rolled to the railing, plunged himself into the water, drowned.

Suicide

In Scarsdale, N. Y., Policeman Vincent Jural gave chase to a speeding sedan, which presently stopped.

Drawing alongside, Policeman Jural found Arnold D. Beckermann behind the wheel, a suicide. Oppressed by business worries, he had become further discouraged at the prospect of an arrest, shot himself through the head, stopped the car as he died.

Rat

In Albany, N. Y., traffic was halted while Patrolman Henry Kasten pursued a skittering white rat around corners, under the wheels of vehicles. Captured, the rat was put in a shoebox, locked up in jail.

Whistler

In St. Louis, Mo., Mrs. Harry Raymond asked the police to catch her husband and return him. Said she: "Every night since he lost his job he walks through the alley whistling 'Keep the Home Fires Burning.' I know his whistle."

Snakes

In Bridgetown, N. J., Walter Peterson, II, was brought to police headquarters, charged with pilfering gas meters. Asked what was bulging in his pocket, he answered: "Nothing that would interest." A suspicious sergeant then wrested a tin box from him, said: "Yes, it is, and you've been smoking too." He opened the box, spryly jumped away when 25 watersnakes slithered out, demanded that Walter gather up the serpents and leave.

Lady's Aid

In Spokane, Wash., Lette Jourdin, secretary of the county Woman 's Christian Temperance Union, Sunday School teacher, member of the Ladies' Aid, was arrested for sending obscene matter through the mails. The obscene matter consisted of letters which Lette Jourdin wrote and addressed to herself. Her purpose in writing these letters, she confessed, was to incriminate Sheriff Floyd Brower whom she selected two years ago as her "ideal man." So obscene were Lette Jourdin's letters that police refused to let reporters read them.

Hippo

In St. John's, South Africa, Hubert, a hippopotamus who had waddled 1,000 miles from Zululand, irritated a town councilor by following him into the town hall. Previously, the hippopotamus had waddled about the business district of St. John's on two occasions and had once strolled from his home in the Umzipulu River to Durban, where he entered the lobby of a hotel. Friendly, the hippopotamus is reported to have lost his temper only once, when natives threw stones at him, causing him to charge them, injuring two.

Advertisement

In Columbia, S. C., the Columbia Record refused to print an advertisement which said:

"Ladies and gentlemen,
"Friends and seekers,
"Buy your corn whiskey from us.
"Pure charred corn whiskey.
"Delivered any time, day or night.
"Probably this looks too bold to be true, but if you think so give us a call and follow instruction, any one that wants it, officers and all.
"Prices are:
"$1 per pt, $2 per qt., $4 per half gallon.
"Nothing over half gallon delivered."

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