Monday, May. 03, 1943

Wartime Living. In Washington, D. C., a patent was awarded for a folding-bed attachment for office desks.

Illegal. In Florida's Supreme Court, Willis Abram Briggs, who said he had fallen ill as a result of a fleabite, lost his fight for workmen's compensation because he had felt the flea bite him but had not actually seen it happen.

Peeper. In Brockton, Mass., the dog-catcher got a complaint from a woman that a puppy had been peeking in her window every night.

Engineering. In Pontiac, Mich., after years of promoting, the fire department finally got an appropriation for a $17,000 fire engine, then found it was four feet too long for the station.

Service. In Manhattan, a stranger fresh from Scotland asked a ticket agent if he knew her son, Jim Smith, who she thought worked for some telegraph com pany either in New York or Chicago ; the ticket agent took a chance, phoned a local telegraph office; the phone was answered by the right Jim Smith.

Music Lover. In Vancouver, John Sutherland was sentenced to six months at hard labor for refusing to stop playing his bagpipes.

Domestic Scene. In Chicago, Colton Ankebrant, testifying in a reckless-driving case ten days after a car had crashed into his house, replied to the judge's query on the car's whereabouts: "Oh, it's still in the parlor. But it doesn't bother us much. . . ."

Actor. In Brooklyn, John Galunas, turned down by Hollywood as a player of criminal roles because he "wasn't the type," was arrested for burglary.

Answer. In Los Angeles, Mrs. Janet A. Michel complained that her husband forbade her to listen to radio quizzes be cause "he said he knew all the answers and I didn't need to know them," won a divorce.

Essentially Occupied. In Oconomowoc, Wis., Johnny Puchek, who rises at 5 a.m., milks 22 cows before he goes to work at a war plant, milks them again when he comes home, then plows, plants, or cultivates at night, failed to convince his draft board that he would be more valuable in the Army.

Checked In. In Howard, R.I., Joseph H. Fontaine rolled up to the gate of the state prison in a taxi, rang the bell, in formed the guard, "I've just been on a 36-hour leave." He had.

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