Mother Bishop

In Seneca, Kans., neighbors were glad that bed-ridden Marietta Bishop was being so well cared for by her Daughter Myrtle. For two and a half years Myrtle had given them news of the old lady, had made them write her notes, had trudged to the post-office every month to collect her mother's $40 Civil War pension. When Myrtle arrived for the 30th time for the pension, the postmaster decided to walk back to Mother Bishop's with her. He found part of Mother Bishop cremated in a fruit jar, part of her stuck in a trunk, all of Mother Bishop dead two and a half years.

In the Night

In Milwaukee, Clara Rick decided that the safest place to keep her ten $10 bills overnight was pinned to her nightgown. When she awoke next morning she found that a nimble-finger had taken three, left seven.

Scot

In Elmsdale, Nova Scotia, Scot Willis McPhee left his house bright & early one morning bent on swapping his rusty 40.40 rifle for what he could get. Dark & late that night Scot Willis McPhee returned with a Mauser rifle, an eight-day clock, a pair of rubber boots, a yellow cat, a goat great with kid.

Savings

In Vinita, Okla., Raymond Brock stood in his backyard happily burning his oldest suit. He had just celebrated the saving of $1,000 by buying a new suit, was celebrating the new suit by burning the old. Happily he poked at the charred cloth. Out of the ashes rolled all that was left of Raymond Brock's $1,000.

Operation

In New York a surgeon made an incision from front to back of Carl Meyer's head, lifted the flap, removed an inch-long tumor from his brain. Numb with local anesthesia, Carl Meyer held up a mirror, took a good long look inside his cranium.

Jumper

In Fort Lee, N. J. Eric Heyn wrote two farewell notes, climbed up on the railing of a bridge, ready to jump 250 feet to death. As he teetered, Policeman Chester Kirvin shouted: "Get down or I'll shoot." Down got Eric Heyn.

Clean

In Seattle Lloyd Ritzman, 17, raised the price of his fishing worms to 25-c- per 100, explained: "I make them self-cleaning by packing them in moss for a couple of days before they are sold. This wipes off the slime as the worm crawls, and makes it possible for the fisherman to grasp it firmly."

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