Squeegee

When Victor Nave, window washer, crawled out to do a tenth-story window of San Francisco's Rochester building one day last week, he found a falcon's nest on an upper ledge. A thorough cleaning nan, he swept it away. Down plunged sticks, straw and some squeaking nestlings. Down, too, with beak and talons at Victor Nave's face plunged the mother hawk, her mate hovering near with angry cries. Victor Nave, his face streaming blood, clung to the window ledge as the birds dashed at him again & again. At last he loosed his hold, steadied himself, bashed at one of the hawks with his squeegee, killed it. The other circled away, screaming angrily.

Bone

In Chicago last week a Mrs. Mary Loretta Watson, 48, made a mistake about her pet bulldog which she had had for five years. She deprived him of a bone. Whereupon he dashed at her, gripped her leg. She tripped. Her calf tore loose in the dog's mouth. She screamed. He tore at her again and again, even after she fainted from loss of blood. A policeman's bullet ended the dog's attack. His mistress died.

Dog Mumps

At Seaside, Ore., Jack Bilieu's dog Mike played with children who had the mumps. Last week, to the neighborhood's amazement, glands in Mike's neck and other parts swelled. Dogs can catch the mumps from human beings, can give it to humans. So can cats, goats.

Error

Hunting over Sequoia National Park. Calif, for a stream upon which to alight an eared grebe spied a fine dark river with curiously straight and even banks. The grebe swooped, skidded down upon a wet. hard highway, died a few days later despite ministrations by kind park employes.

Deer at Sea

On the Atlantic two miles off Long Beach, N. J. where Chris Nelsen and Harry Hansen were emptying their lobster catch into their motor dory, two buck deer hove alongside. The astonished fishermen noosed the two animals, hauled them aboard, took them ashore. The game warden, who turned the bucks loose in their proper woods, guessed dogs had run them into the water.

Cat Out of Bag

At Michipicoten, an Ontario village so small that every neighbor could testify to the event, I. Quick's house cat broke its leg last week. Mr. Quick put the cat and a stone into a stout bag, and with some neighbors walked over to the river, into which he heaved the loaded bag. It floated down the river, over the falls, into the rapids 123 feet below. The party strolled back to Mr. Quick's home. On the front porch squatted the cat, licking its broken leg.

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