Monday, Aug. 16, 1943

The Strenuous Life. In Wilbur, Wash., the spinning rod of a reaper caught Rancher Walter Wynhoff by the overalls, gave him a spin, tossed him aside wearing only his shoes and eyeglasses. In an Army maneuver area in Tennessee, a bolt of lightning struck the zipper of a sleeping bag, welded it all the way around, sealed up a soldier inside, uninjured.

Revolt of the Nags. In The Bronx, a junk-wagon horse named Brownie ran away on a hot day, clattered down a flight of steps to a cellar door, broke in, relaxed in comfort. In Brooklyn, a milkwagon horse named Jerry deserted the beat he had been traveling for 13 years, clumped 17 miles off his course, stopped in front of a house, went to the front door and knocked. He got a two-day vacation.

Time's Winged Chariot. In Syracuse, N.Y., Francis J. O'Keefe finally got around to reporting to police that his wife had been missing since 1932.

Tomorrow and Tomorrow. ... In Marion, Ohio. Jesse W. Spawn was hit by a car, seriously injured for the 13th time, made his 28th trip to the hospital in 23 years.

Fellow Traveler. In Los Angeles, Elmer R. Clark grabbed the cable of a run away barrage balloon drifting over his yard, rose briefly into the air, settled again, whipped the cable quickly around the bumper of his car, chased the balloon-towed car across the yard and out to the boulevard, down the street, into a vacant lot.

Arresting. In Ephrata, Wash., police arrested for drunkenness one Reptile Red DeHorn Jersey Bull. In Danbury, Conn., arrested for the same reason was a man who was trying to hide a watermelon under his shirt but having some difficulty, because he was already loaded with a jar of cheese spread, several ears of corn, two jars of skin lotion, some parts for an automobile brake, a can of shoe polish, a dill pickle, and a rearview mirror.

Ma's Son-in-Law. In Fall River, Mass., George Russell explained to police why he was operating a still: liquor prices were high, and his mother-in-law, 99, "needs a little belt now and then."

Tree Plan. In West Plains, Mo., the walnut tree which C. A. Widener planted in 1893 went to its planned reward. His coffin was made from it.

Roll Out the Barrel. Near Helena, Mont., Carl Case's truck, full of beer, stalled on a mountain grade, rolled back ward, right into a picnic, overturned and tossed out Oase, who stayed for the fun.

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