Child's Play. In Washington, the WPB froze ice cream.

Arrivistes. In Albany, N. Y., the Board of Regents studied the summer-school credits collected at three universities by single-minded Alexander V. Fraser, decided he was finally entitled to the high-school diploma he had failed to win 30 years ago. In Denver, Otis Edwin Gardner was charged with assault with a deadly weapon: he had tried to get a promotion by 1) threatening the boss with a revolver, 2) bringing a whetstone to the office, spending a morning significantly honing his knife.

This Hurts Me ... In Chicago, for the third time the same robber tried to hold up Storekeeper Theodore Sher, who shot him dead, explained defensively: "I just couldn't stand it to have that man rob me again."

Sweet Sorrow. In Kansas City, 72-year-old Edward Dixon, who had spent his life running the family grocery with Brother William, offered a thumbnail U.S. history: "Father survived the Civil War, my family carried the business through the Spanish-American War, and Will and I took the last war in stride and even drubbed the depression. But every time we turn around now there's a new form to fill out." So they folded up shop.

Perils of Innocent Bystanding. At Fort Riley, Kans., leisurely talking Private Levy Melvin of South Carolina politely escorted four men through a vaccination lineup, failed to explain his presence fast enough, came out all vaccinated up, again.

Ear-Witness. In Smithsburg, Md., deputies Kenneth Stangle and Howard Horn arrived too late to witness a street fight but in time to hear it; a neighbor had hung a mike out his window, made a recording of the whole thing. "Terrific," decided Horn, who planned to play it for the judge.

Pantsnatching. In Phillipsburg, N. J., police returned to 25 women the pants William M. Meade was charged with having stolen from them.

Simultaneous Winks. In Cleveland, Mrs. Vince Wink, whose birthday is the same as her husband's, gave birth to a boy on their birthday.

Courage in India. In India, two native paratroop students got to worrying on the eve of their first jump, asked an officer: "From what height?" "Five hundred feet." "Nothing doing," they chorused, tried to bargain for 300, were told the chutes might not have time to open. "Oh, that's different," they sighed, "We get parachutes, do we?"

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