Coney

At Coney Island funpark, Reporter Earl Sparling of the New York World-Telegram interviewed police officers, learned the following anent the habits of New Yorkers in dealing with lost children:

"Some mothers deliberately lose their kids ... so they can have a good time themselves. They know the kids will be picked up and taken care of. ... A man and wife will come in here to get a lost child. The wife will sit down and cry while the husband cleans the kid up. . . . The coops [on the beach where the lost children are first brought] are just wire. That gives everyone a chance to give you advice. 'Oh!' they'll yell at you. 'You don't know how to treat children; you just let them cry.' And do you know what they're liable to do if a child in the coop keeps on crying? . . . Why, some one is just as apt as not to walk up to the cage and throw a bucket of water on it. ... And do you know what will happen if things are too quiet in the cage? Why, someone will scare up a lost child. A mother will send her child for a glass of water. Two or three girls will follow it and say: 'Oh, you poor little thing! Here, we'll find your mother for you!' The child starts crying, of course. It knows where its mother is. It tries to get away. But they lead it to the cage. Then they stand around and watch the fun, the kid screaming and the mother rushing around trying to find it."

Pals

On Lovers' Lane in the outskirts of Norwalk, Conn., lived Theodore Humbert, a chorus man, and his friend Edward Charles Chapman, an interior decorator. When Chapman thought his heart disease would be fatal he deeded to Humbert a $95,000 estate. He recovered, planned to take Humbert to England to claim the property. Last week Humbert was found in the cottage on Lovers' Lane with his skull crushed in. Next day police found Chapman dead in a bathtub in a Boston hotel. Beside him were six empty veronal bottles. In his hand was a photograph of Humbert. On it was written: "My pal, Teddy. Killed in a fatal accident."

Landlady

In Detroit, Mrs. Rose Veres was beneficiary of more than 60 insurance policies, banked $68,000 in twelve years. When a roomer fell to his death from her house police investigated, found eleven other roomers had died there mysteriously. Three were Mrs. Veres's husbands. She had given most of them elaborate funerals, had them photographed in their coffins, collected the insurance.

Fear

In Mattituck, L. I., William W. William was attacked by hornets, died of fright.

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