Sweetest

At Long Beach, Calif., the wife of Trombonist Charles E. Stacy listened at her radio box while far away he broadcast his best trombone solo, "The Sweetest Story Ever Told." The notes were like a lover's last lingering, farewell caress. That is what they were, for he died on the way home, of heart failure.

Love

In Chicago, one Aloysius McManus retorted to Cleva, his bride of four months, who had suggested taking a taxicab to a party:

"The street cars are still running."

"You," wailed his wife, rushing into the bathroom, "are a brute."

Mr. McManus heard medicine bottles rattle. Mrs. McManus reappeared to announce she had swallowed iodine. Mr. McManus telephoned for a private ambulance, begged forgiveness of his wife, now prostrate; rushed her to a hospital emergency room. Mrs. McManus sat up, dismissed attendants :

"I just wanted," she said, "to see if my husband loved me."

"You," said Mr. McManus, "can walk home."