Carried Away. At Brooklyn's Coney Island, Fisherman William Lapicki heaved a manful cast off Steeplechase Pier, followed his rod & reel into the Atlantic.

Proper Names. In Thermal, Calif., the temperature hit 110DEG on the same day that it was 98DEG in Boiling Springs, N.C. and 59DEG in Cool, Calif.

Give & Take. In Paris, Tex., Safe Robber W. H. Driggers explained to police what he'd done with $83 from his last haul: the cutting torch had damaged the bills, so he mailed them to the Treasury Department for new ones.

Catch-as-Catch-Can. In Newport, R.I., the historic Old Colony House clock stopped when the hands scissored together, caught a somnolent starling. In Milwaukee, Leon Culberson stole second base when the umpire's mask caught what the catcher missed.

Vox Populi. In Oklahoma City, Election Board Secretary Winfred P. Fowler got back an absentee ballot from a vacationing woman with a sweeping criticism: "I don't like the names of any of the men you sent me. Please mail me another list."

Next to Godliness. In Chicago, police solved the tub-ring mystery when 13-year-old George Springer confessed to breaking into eight homes to take baths.

Bass Instinct. Near Whiteville, Tenn., Fisherman William Dower reported an attack: he was fishing peacefully when a large bass leaped from the water, knocked off his glasses, struck him on the temple, gashed him with a fin, victoriously dove back in.

Southern Comfort. In Annapolis, Md., the Southern Maryland Times called off all news stories in its weekly edition and sent its staff on vacation, explained that the weather was just too hot.

Disappearing Act. In Los Angeles, a persistent burglar returned for a third attempted looting, left for good when Householder Joyce Lynne Murray hurled a jar of vanishing cream at him.

Fabian. In Lima, Peru, spry, 100-year-old Juana Rosa Arnaiz explained her secret of longevity: "I never hurry, am late for everything. I was breast-fed until eight years old . . ."

Bed & Board. In Ipswich, England, a circus baboon wandered into Mrs. Dorothy Plummer's house, helped herself to oranges and bananas, strayed upstairs into the bathroom where she dabbed on a bit of powder, stopped off for a bounce on the bed, finally was discovered by police downstairs, drinking a bottle of stout.

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