Sound Practice. In Brawley, Calif., Dr. Benjamin Yellen took over the practice of Dr. George Holleron for the duration.

Give 'Em an Inch. . . . In Denver, Mrs. J. L. Mathews let a stranger use her telephone, after he had gone found no nickel, no telephone.

Whereas. In San Antonio, Henry L. Gazley, suing the county for three months' back pay, was represented by thirteen law firms.

Now Where Were We? In Gravelbourg, Sask., seven days after a child was born to Peter Lorenz Hornung and Mary Anne Dash Hornung, a child was born at the same hospital to Lorenz Peter Hornung and Mary Anne Rach Hornung.

Show Me the Way. In Dallas, F. G. Austell was wakened at 3 a.m. by muffled cries for help from outside, ran to his front yard, still heard the cries but saw no one, traced the sound to the gutter, heard a man's voice groaning deep in the earth. Police called by Austell found a stout, elderly drunk lost in the sewer, led him out through the entrance five blocks away.

The Phantom. In The Bronx, Robert Johnson failed to outwit the police. They charged he threw a barrel full of ashes through a tailor-shop window, went in and emptied the barrel, filled it up with clothes, and tried to make his getaway wrestling his burden down the street.

Nipper Nipped. In Spokane, one Jack Frost fractured his ankle while sledding.

The Logical Mind. In Edenton, N.C., town officials found sidewalks overcrowded with ex-autoists. To cope with the new confusion they divided the walks into lanes: one for shoppers, one for stationary loungers.

Katharsis. In Perry, N.Y., a classified ad appeared in the Perry Herald, asking nothing, offering nothing, merely complaining: "Some lousy whelp stole my snow shovel off my porch last week. Margaret Keelty, North Center Street."

Nose Arc. In Birmingham, England, curve-beaked William Phillips, no money-worshiper, forfeited -L-100 by refusing to meet a condition in his brother-in-law's will. The condition: that he have his nose straightened. Observed Phillips of his neb: "I am not ashamed."

Small World. On the New Haven Railroad Passenger J. C. Scott, pleased with a porter's service, asked his name, learned it was J. C. Scott.

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