Sitter

In Camden, N. J., Mrs. Elsie Barnabie eyed malevolently the workmen who had come to replace the electric light pole on her front lawn, refused even to give her the old one for firewood. As soon as they had dug a clean new hole she plumped herself down, dangled her legs in the hole, delivered an ultimatum: "Now you can't put any pole in at all. It would block our view." Equipped with blankets, food and a blazing fire nearby, she sat stolidly on the edge of the hole all afternoon, all night. Every eight hours a new shift of workmen arrived.

On the second day Mrs. Barnabie's unemployed husband Florindo relieved her while she took a nap, got a U. S. flag to plant beside her. Said she: "When my little Millie was sick they turned off the lights. They make us pay. Now let them pay." Public Service Electric & Gas Co offered three poles for firewood. Mrs Barnabie set her price at $500.

On the third day a neighbor threatened to sue the Barnabies for causing such excitement that the jaws of his paralytic son had tightened, preventing him from eating.

On the fourth day Mrs. Barnabie sat in a chair beneath a canvas canopy, rocked back & forth on planks laid across the hole, threatened to rock until Christmas.

By the fifth day the siege had cost Public Service Electric & Gas Co. $400. On the promise of a truce Mrs. Barnabie was induced to leave the post hole for a conference at the mayor's office. Reluctantly the company offered $200. Mrs. Barnabie returned home to gather up her flag, announce complete victory. That evening the line crew cut up the pole, carted it into the Barnabie cellar.

Robbery

In Hooversville, Pa., burglars broke into the town jail, unlocked the cell of James Berdill, robbed him of $14.75, turned him out. Prisoner Berdill complained to the constable.

Deal

In Pittsburgh, a prisoner bargained to paint the dome of the county jail, a regular two-month job, if the warden would keep him supplied with cigarets, help him get a parole. Dispensing with scaffolding, the prisoner rigged up a sliding chair, painted the dome in three days, consumed $2.30 worth of cigarets, got the parole.

Suit

In the current issue of Writer's Review appeared this advertisement:

Have dress suit, only worn once; by dead man. Original pressing. Fit 6-ft., 100-pound man. Cost $135. Sell for $30 cash. Box 3.

Story

In St. Paul, Mrs. Martha Nasch swore that for seven years she had not eaten a mouthful, drunk a drop, slept a wink.

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