Chicken

"TIME brings all things"

In Chicago, one Campbell McCarthy, waited in a death-house to be hanged for murder. He had only one meal left to eat on earth, and that he knew would be a good one--chicken. Suddenly the jailer came to his cell and told him his execution had been stayed. Mr. McCarthy's face brightened, then fell. Said he: "Captain, lemme ask you one favor. Lemme stay in here tonight, Boss, and eat ma meal. Lemme eat that chicken just like I was going to die."

His request was granted.

Camel

In Detroit, some Shriners were tormenting a sad circus-camel that had been procured to contribute a big laugh to some approaching initiations. They caused him to serve as a "hurdle," prodded him with sticks, guffawed and jeered at his bewildered antics. Suddenly the camel, goaded by an intolerable incivility, wheeled on the shivering Shriners. His grey lips rolled back. He bit a Shriner fiercely in the shoulder. His ungainly hoof shot forward. He broke a Shriner's leg.

Stork

In Viteze-in-Uckermark, Germany, a stork flying south from the autumn cold fell into a field. His wing was broken. All night he lay in a frosty furrow and when day came heard voices near at hand. Terrified out of his wits, what was his astonishment to find that some children were addressing him in soft imploring accents. They had stumbled upon him on their way to school. Now, when they go to school he struts behind them; while they construe their lessons he "stands motionless on one leg in the corner"; in the afternoon he "marches home before them like a bandmaster."

"Monkey"

In Detroit, Mary Sarfano, 5, was playing with Peter Sarfano, 7. The children were alone in an empty little house, one of 50 just like it on a meagre street. Their mother was out getting the groceries; she hoped they would not quarrel while she was gone, but at that very moment Mary, piqued by an injustice, was twisting her small face in derision of her brother. "Monkey," she squealed, "you ole monkey!" Peter glowered, as he had seen them do in the movies. He knew how to avenge an insult. He went to his father's bureau, climbed up on a chair, took an automatic from the top drawer, shot his sister dead. Said he: "I am sorry, but I was awful mad."

Turtle

At Barcelona, one Sebastian Anaro Anzarez, "a former picador," entered a hotel, ordered cold-turtle soup. The order was delayed. When the tureen at last appeared, Sebastian, tired of waiting, snatched it and "drained half its contents at a gulp." Then his eyes bulged, his face contorted. Nearly choking, he spat out a live turtle the size of a bright new peseta.

Cohens

At Boston University, Harold Cohen was summoned to the registrar's office. Two young men seated themselves before the registrar. Both were named Cohen, Harold. Before they left the office each had been assigned a middle name after his home town, one becoming Harold Chelsea Cohen, the other Harold Lowell Cohen.

Shrewd

In Detroit, one Roy Carruthers, president of the Book-Cadillac Hotel Co., announced that hereafter all guests will receive when they leave this hotel a free policy insuring their lives for the next 48 hours.

Fashion Note

In Manhattan, one Hunter Wykes wrote a letter to The Sun, saying: "I wore a black derby to the Bankers' Club for luncheon, and while I did not count the hats in the hat room, I suppose there must have been a thousand. . . .Among the lot but four black derbys stood out in contrast. The white Fedora was preponderantly in evidence, the rest being soft brown."