Bull v. Romero

In Lima, Peru, a large bull looked about him and saw Luis Romero, Peruvian cinemactor, demonstrating his horsemanship. With a loud bellow, the bull made for Luis Romero, flipped him off his horse, pawed and gored him until men arrived who rescued Luis Romero and tried to calm the bull.

Ram v. Presmont

In Chevy Chase, Md., a large ram "with long, sharp horns" spied a Mrs. Arthur N. Presmont. He bounded toward her, butted her. Mrs. Arthur N. Presmont ran away as rapidly as possible. The ram followed her, again butted her. Mrs. Arthur N. Presmont ran around a tree; the ram followed her, twice butted her. At last the crew of a passing automobile truck came to restrain the ram. Bruised & exhausted, Mrs. Presmont said: "I was terrified. But its a glorious good thing I'm fat!"

Meyerheim & Lion

In Berlin, Paul Meyerheim, a painter of animals, was last week seen puffing smoke at a caged bear. Said he: "I once got a lion to pose for me by blowing a load of snuff tobacco into his nose. . . . He got up, sneezed with infinite pleasure and then posed for me. . . ."

Ledbetter v. Pig

In Shelby, N. C., one James Ledbetter, 7 years old, was nursing a small pig with a bottle. First the pig slobbered gently upon the hand of George Ledbetter. Then the pig became hungry and began to squeal. James Ledbetter pinched the pig's nose, cuffed the pig's ear, pulled the pig's tail, used a bad word. Then he smacked the pig's nose with all his might. At this the pig squealed more loudly and sadly. James Ledbetter went into his grandfather's house, seized a large rifle, pushed the muzzle close to the pig's heart, pulled the trigger and despatched the pig.

Dogs

In Stratford, N. J., small Jule Price died last March when she was three years old. Her police dog scampered beside the car in which she was taken away. He wagged his tail beside the grave in which Jule Price was buried. Remembering things she had loved once, and might still need, he took them to her one by one, carrying them from a cedar chest in the nursery to the Berlin Cemetery.

Last week, before he had finished his errands, the police dog, struck by a truck, died. Mrs. Price asked that he be allowed to have a grave beside her daughter's grave, but this could not be allowed. So the police dog was buried behind the house where he had lived, and a marble police dog will lie near small Jule Price.

In Brooklyn, a Mrs. Bertha Turner, janitress, was walking upstairs followed by her police dog, Vol. Before reaching the top floor, Mrs. Bertha Turner turned into a room; her absent-minded Vol, his eyes upon his paws, failed to notice this and continued walking upstairs until he came out upon the roof. Soon he heard his name being called by the voice of Mrs. Bertha Turner. Excited, he twice whirled about on the roof top; she was not in sight. Suddenly he realized that the voice came from below; with a wild and silly hop he jumped over the edge of the parapet, fell five stories, died.

$42

In Nutley, N. J., a Mrs. Edward Kohler strolled along the sidewalk, leading her small daughter Marion, aged 5. Coming to a street crossing, Mrs. Kohler stepped off the sidewalk; an automobile struck her gently and knocked her flat.

The driver quickly raised Mrs. Kohler and placed her in his automobile. Small Marion he placed beside her mother. The driver then drove Mrs. Kohler to her home, unlocked her door, supported her to a couch. "I will go for a doctor," said he. "I will send my own doctor to see you." With that he vanished, taking with him $42 which he had removed from Mrs. Kohler's purse.

Record

In Warsaw, Poland, a bandleader waved his baton, a violinist scratched his fiddle, other members of a jazz-orchestra made their respective sounds. For 33 hours and ten minutes the bandleader lead his determined performers through one jazz song after another, an interval of 45 seconds distinguishing each song from its successor. Then the bandleader stopped, mopped his face, and claimed that his orchestra had gained a record--the record for playing longer than any other jazz-orchestra.

Old

In Royal, Neb., one W. L. Seaman carried a package into a store. Here he unveiled two gloomy and fetid objects, a pair of shoes, which he handed to the man of the shop, saying: "Fix these. Half-soled I want them." Unabashed, in response to scornful comments ill-disguised as polite curiosity, W. L. Seaman admitted that his shoes had never been repaired before; that they were 25 years old.

Women

In Springfield, Ill., one Jim Hayes, murderer, made a statement: "Women got me into a peck of trouble, and, if I must hang for the murder of a woman, I don't want any more of them around to gloat over the spectacle." There were two women who were eligible to assist at the "spectacle." They were Mrs. Dorothy Tedell, policewoman, and Miss Nina Bowers, nurse. Said the sheriff, uninfluenced by the wishes of Jim Hayes, "These women will be allowed to witness the hanging."

Father & Son

In Lawrence, Mass., Richard McNally, 74, and John McNally, 34, his son, fought together. Later, the maid in the lodging house where they had lived together peacefully for 15 years, entered their room. One of the beds was tipped over, the other broken; a table with smashed legs lay on the floor; there was a streak of blood on the wall and the worn carpet was torn in three places. In the midst of this wreckage lay Richard McNally and his son, cut, bruised, still gripping each other with a terrible anger. Both were dead.