Monday, Aug. 31, 1942
Escape. In Chicago, Walter Holberg pointed two toy pistols at a jeweler, got himself arrested, explained he was tired of doing housework for his wife, wanted to live in jail.
Anticlimax. In Raleigh, N.C., Slayer John S. Baldwin, awaiting execution, learned the Governor had commuted his sentence, promptly sent a message of protest, threatened to sue him for "interfering with the court's action."
Politics. In Iowa Township, Kans., five votes were cast in the primary. The voters: the five members of the election board. In Augusta, Me., State Representative Benjamin Bubar Jr., an opponent of lotteries, tied with his opponent for renomination, drew lots, won.
Warrant Piece. In Nedrow, N.Y., two deputy sheriffs served a disorderly conduct warrant on Mrs. Minnie King, who swallowed half of it.
Traffic. In Washington, Raymond Mikesell and Alfred Mikesell, strangers, both from Dayton, Ohio, met in the waiting room of a maternity ward, shortly became fathers of twins.
Crime. In Stockton, Calif., police followed a string leading from a burglarized fruit store to a rooming house, arrested William Briscoe, to whose shoe the string had stuck. In St. Paul, officers of the Moose Lodge learned their safe had been stolen when police returned it. In Cleveland, Richard Pearse slept undisturbed in his car while thieves took three wheels and a spare, removed his wrist watch from his arm, one wallet from the inside of his coat, another from his hip pocket. In Denver, burglars left a note in Edward V. Dunklee's house: "Sir: Your beer is putrid and your cigars are terrible!"
Gifts. In Osceola, Neb., county fair officials offered a free permanent wave to the champion woman chicken-raiser, a free haircut to the man who bought the most bonds. Winners: curly-haired Addie Carter, bald Al Nicklaus.
Job. In Joliet, Ill., prison trusty Percy Campbell, whose job was to open and shut the prison gate, was hunted by police. He shut the gate from the outside.
Stalemate. In Williamsport, Pa., two women shoppers grabbed the mates of a marked-down pair of shoes, sat tight, glaring, for four hours. When the manager resourcefully marked them up again, both women lost interest, departed.
Contributor. In Los Angeles, 90-year-old C. H. Sholes offered his iron bedstead to the scrap drive, explained: "I shall not need it very long anyhow."
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