Gravy

In Chicago, after paying $32,500 of alimony in 13 years, Garfield J. Schieferstein, onetime rich realtor who lived "like a hermit in one of my vacant flats, with a bed and a chair as my only furniture," committed suicide. He left a note: "I leave this world because I have been ruined by my wife and the laws and courts that make the racket of alimony possible. ... I had the grief and my wife had the gravy. Goodby, world, you are too much for me."

Depression

In Ludington, Mich., at a meeting of the county supervisors, Supervisor Karl L. Ashbacker interrupted, during a colleague's speech: "Supervisor Morse used the word 'Depression.' I demand he be fined $1." Snapped smart Supervisor Ole Clines: "And you repeated the word, so let's have a dollar from you, too!"

Demonstration

In Detroit, while demonstrating to Chief Detective Frahm how his client shot a man, Attorney Allen W. Kent shot himself to death.

Humiliation

In Providence, because Barber Philip Reitano shaved off Francesco Mastrostefano's moustache, which had luxuriated "continuously and undipped for . . . more than 47 years," Francesco Mastrostefano sued Barber Reitano for $2,000. He alleged that Barber Reitano, "well knowing that said plaintiff did not wish the end of his said moustache cut. and wilfully and maliciously intending to cause said plaintiff disfigurement, humiliation, ridicule and mental and physical suffering and discomfort, did then and there with force and arms assault said plaintiff and laid hold of him and, placing a towel over his eyes to blindfold him, did . . . cut off both ends of his said moustache and closely crop same."

Misery

In Savannah, Elliot Mitchell bought a pair of second-foot shoes, had a misery when he put them on, probed into the toe of the tightest one, pulled out $30 in bills.

Slips

In Brooklyn, Policeman Frank Wright spied a nocturnal prowler in his garden. He grabbed his pistol, rushed out of the house in his pajamas, took after the fleeing prowler, dropped him with a bullet in the ankle. "Well, you did it," said the wounded man as Policeman Wright glowered above him. A neighbor, Irving Katlin, the prowler said he was an insomniac. He had entered Policeman Wright's garden, which he had long admired, to soothe his sleeplessness. Policeman Wright, contrite, called an ambulance and said: "I'll give you some of my rose slips."

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