A Matter of Sentiment. In Los Angeles, a rummaging detective found a pair of brass knuckles in the home of Edna Franklin, had to accept her explanation that they were treasured family heirlooms handed down by her dear departed mother.

Advice. In Laurens, S.C., Harold Crowe, 14, dutifully asked his mother's advice about a plan he had; was told to "just suit yourself, son," promptly picked up his twelve-gauge shotgun and shot his sleeping father dead.

Something He Ate. In Detroit, Sword Swallower Tony Marnio gulped a two-foot length of lighted neon tube, glowed at his appreciative audience, bowed, thereupon went out like a light, was hustled to a hospital for removal of the shattered tube.

Oversight. In Honolulu, Light Heavyweight Richard Cunningham jauntily climbed through the ropes into the ring, briskly peeled off his robe, promptly climbed out again, presently reappeared, all set, wearing the trunks he had forgotten the first time.

Jersey Bounce. In East Orange, N.J., one Albert E. Lange got back from a quick trip to England, sadly announced that the British had classed him as "undesirable," just because he had stated his intention of marrying his dream girl: Princess Elizabeth.

Sandbar. In the Baltic, after very carefully checking some radar observations, Swedish Navy men dropped grappling irons, gingerly hauled up a case of fine old brandy.

The Power of Advertising. In Chillicothe, Mo., at least one inhabitant--a young athlete pictured on a billboard poster--appeared to be enjoying the floods; after a long, dry practice session, he finally got in the swim (see cut).

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