Hobo

A small brown beast, spry as a witch and ugly as a gargoyle, was perched on the top of a freight engine when it drew into the station of Greenfield, Mass. As the train stopped, several persons tried to grasp the gargoyle's tail. Annoyed and impudent, he snapped it out of reach and hopped away through the freight yard. When finally captured in the corner of a box car, he was discovered to be a ridiculous hobo monkey who had escaped from a circus and boarded the freight train several towns away.

Woolly

A joke in England is a joy forever. Last week one Kenneth G. Frazer, F. R. C. S.,* of Edinburgh, a medical missionary to the Southern Sudan, wrote a letter to the London Times, telling people what to do with razor blades. Said he: "Send them to me. . . . I never could get enough of them. . . . For years I have been collecting used blades to present to my woolly friends in Southern Sudan who are experts at shaving each other's heads with them. . . . I will take them back with me in the autumn. . . ."

Duncans

In Newton, Mass., William M. Duncan, while standing in his living room suffered a fainting spell which caused him to fall upon the floor. His wife, when she entered the room and saw her prostrate husband, swooned in a corner. The elder son of William M. Duncan came into the room, saw his parents lolling in their coma, and crumpled up beside them. All three were inert upon the floor when the younger son of the Duncans sauntered in and the iad staggered to the telephone and whispered to a doctor. When the physician arrived, he found four Duncans stretched unconscious on the carpet.

When awakened, the Duncans, much ashamed but without apparent ailments, testified to their sobriety.

Teeth

Near Lexington, Ky., A. G. Bush, veteran railroad engineer, was driving along in his engine, pulling a train. He sneezed suddenly, at which his false teeth fell out of the window.

So surprised was Engineer Bush by this dismal accident that he drove half a mile before he remembered to stop his locomotive. He reversed his speed then and travelled back to the scene of the sneezing. All the passengers on the train as well as brakemen and conductors helped him look for his synthetic molars. The search had been relinquished as futile, Engineer Bush was back in his cab, and moving forward again when a great shout went up behind him. A local searching party had found his teeth. Amid cheers from the passengers and cries of "Shut your face!" Engineer Bush put them back in his mouth, frowned, and resumed his nonchalant journey.

*Fellow of the Royal College of Surgeons.