Out for a Pin? In Abilene, Texas, police saw a car being driven backwards several blocks, stopped three Hardin-Simmons University coeds who said they had borrowed a boy friend's car, had driven it much farther than they had planned to. were now driving it in reverse to back some of the mileage off the speedometer.

Robin's Eggs. In Nottingham, England, retired Coldstream Guards Major A.M.G. Beattie swells his income by selling acorns from Sherwood Forest, mostly to U.S golf clubs, schools, agricultural colleges and longbow-struck little boys.

The Art of Politics. In Indianapolis, freshman State Representative Carl Tyner, commenting on his new job, said: "I'd rather be home spreading manure."

Hopped Up. In West Hartford, Conn., after a traffic accident, Casimir Rosinski was booked because he smelled of drink, was acquitted when he said. "I always smell that way," told the jury he worked for the Ruppert brewery.

Lugrolling. In Freehold, N.J., a headline in the Transcript announced: G.O.P. CLUBS BACK CROOK FOR SHERIFF.

Plant. In Brooklyn, when two men robbed James Johnson's grocery of $50, Johnson's watchdog did not make a move, but when Police Captain Frederick Kowsky arrived to investigate, the dog bit him in the leg.

Ringleader? In Bilston, England, John Dussus admitted stealing 26 bathtubs.

New Direction. On a highway near Modena, Italy, someone painted a fresh, straight, white center line at a sharp curve, sent 14 cars into a ditch.

Editorial. In Concordia, Kans., the Blade-Empire reported on highway conditions to the northwest: "All roads normal and hazardous."

Trendex. In Wolfsburg, West Germany, an ad in the Wolfsburger Nachrichten offered for sale a "television set slightly damaged by a blow of the fist."

Strength of his Convictions. In Ross-on-Wye, England, John Wanklyn waited to appear in court for drunkenness, stepped out during the court's lunchtime adjournment, drank five pints of beer, four pints of cider, four shots of Scotch.

Baby Sitter. In Kansas City, Mo., Harry Rosenthal pulled into a parking lot in his tiny foreign car (a B.M.W. Isetta with its only door across the front), turned the car over to an attendant, came back several hours later to find the man--who had no idea how to put it in reverse--still sitting in the car, its front end snug against the parking-lot wall.

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