"TIME brings all things."

Bur

In Nashville, Tenn., Thomas Overton put a cocklebur marked with a red string in Edwin Woods's automobile, found the bur later on Mrs. Overton's dress, shot Edwin Woods five times, killed him.

Leg

In Brooklyn, one Sylvester Walker, Negro, gave to Rose Redy, his lady-friend, a de luxe artificial left leg ($180, tinted to match her complexion). Attentions of other men to rehabilitated Rose inflamed his jealousy, so last week Sylvester Walker stormed into her home, demanded back his (her) leg. She called police, kept the leg.

Gum

In Manhattan, one Chick Gum, Chinese cafeteria cook, was tossing flapjacks in the hurry of early trade one morning last week. Of one jack he lost control. Flapping high, it curved down into the open neck of the Gum undershirt. Chick Gum yowled, got a doctor.

Tramps

In Manhattan, two wanderlustful spinsters, Helen Calista Wilson and Dr. Elsie Reed Mitchell, last week told newsgatherers how they had tramped 7,600 mi. from "Siberia to Turkestan" equipped with a

Boy Scout hatchet, drinking cups, sleeve less sweaters, knickerbockers, an oiled sheet (for a tent), a fox terrier (for luck). No man molested them -- neither bandit, desperado, nor escaped Siberian convict. They lived on the land, eating black bread and water, berries, mushrooms, honey, milk. After five years in Russia (they were working on "educational-economics" at famed Kuzbas Colony, some 2,000 mi. east of Moscow when young Spring came to their feet) they returned to Manhattan bearing only a gift towel. They care absolutely nothing for property. Said Dr. Elsie Reed Mitchell: "Once when we slept in a natural hole in the side of a barren hill we were awakened at dawn by the fixed stares of about a dozen wild horses peering intently at us over the top. . . . We weren't in trim. We never keep in trim. We eat all the wrong things. I've gained 16 pounds this winter and do not mind at all. . . . Happiness consists in wanting to do the things you do. And knowing while you are doing it that you are enjoying it."* ^

They tell more about their Spring flight in a just-published book, Vagabonding at Fifty--Coward McCann--, for the publication of which they lately returned to Greenwich Village, N. Y.