A Rose. In Syracuse, N.Y., George Scott received court permission to change his name to Wojciech Kuc.

Double Billing. In Port Washington, L.I., Margaret Denton apologized to her husband Michael after crows flew off with her clothespins. Michael had just come in with a story about losing his windshield-wiper to two crows who pried it loose and flew away with it.

In the Middle. In Stockholm, Sweden, in the barbershop of the Grand Hotel, there was a deadly silence as three men sat side by side. On one side was British Correspondent Ossian Goulding; on the other, a German Legation attache. In the middle was Dr. Juho Paasikivi, Finland's possible peace negotiator.

Backfire. In Oswego, Kans., two women fired at a Peeping Tom. He ran away but soon returned with a shotgun, hit them both.

Magistratosphere. In Los Angeles, Superior Judge Stanley Mosk moved his court from City Hall's 19th to ground floor to hear why a divorce should be granted to Mrs. Jessie May Jorgenson --who gets fainting spells in elevators.

Wolfs Clothing. In Union City, N.J., Deputy City Game Warden William Kuhn conjectured that the timber wolf prowling the Hudson County marshland had probably entered from Canada last December-- in a carload of Christmas trees.

Irrational. In Los Angeles, puzzled police held Window Washer Andrew Pat Malone, tried to find out where he really got the 42 prewar tires, 13 wheel rims, 30 cases of canned food and 13 saxophones he claimed that his ration board gave him.

Good Booking. In San Francisco, J. J. Sullivan advised his fellow city supervisors that certain wholesale liquor dealers would book orders only if retailers also ordered Bibles from them at $16.50 per dozen.

Advance. From Cassino, Italy, C.B.S.'s John Daly reported a G.I. communique describing the bitter house-to-house fighting of the day: "We captured five living rooms and three dining rooms and have advance patrols in a kitchen."

The Cure. In Nashville, a moonshiner's prison sentence was commuted when he wrote a letter to the District Judge: "All I hear is the boys talking of robbing banks and cracking safes and killing people. That sure gets on my nerves. If you will let me out of here, I'll never make no more whiskey."

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