The Face Is Familiar. In Manhattan, Hyman Krasow appeared on a TV show called "Draw Me a Laugh," was spotted by his daughter in Boston, who told her mother, who re-opened 14-year-old desertion and nonsupport charges against him.

Who, Me? In Memphis, Mrs. Louise McCormick, charged with reckless driving, told the court she thought at the time that her uncle was driving the car.

Turn of the Screw. In St. Louis, Mrs. Grace C. Hill, protesting a new reduction in her tenants' rents, mailed area Rent Director Grover C. Vandover the deed to her house and a note: "You are no doubt in better position to operate the property at a profit under your restrictions, so here it is with my blessings."

Bias. In Baltimore, Judge Herbert Franklin listened to Paul Upperman's admission that he jumped into the Patapsco River from a 40-ft. bridge to win a $5 bet, dismissed the disorderly-conduct charge with the comment: "I never had the nerve to do it myself."

Greater Evil. In Ventnor, N.J., the city's new curfew siren was silenced after parents complained that although it warned children off the streets at 9:45 p.m., it also woke the babies who had already been put to bed.

Personal Equation. In Pasadena, Calif., Clarence A. Bunnell, cited for speeding, argued that he has "an intuitive sense of speed," persuaded Judge William E. Fox to go for a test ride, called his miles-per-hour so close to the speedometer that he was found not guilty.

Frankly ... In Jamaica, N.Y., Judge Joseph M. Conroy listened patiently while Donald and Mary McClay each recited reasons why the other was unfit to have custody of their two-year-old daughter, then gave his decision: "Neither of you will get custody. In my opinion you both stink."

Also Ran. In Decatur, Ill., Fireman Henry J. Sturkee gave evidence before the city council to prove that Decatur needs a new fire truck: two boys on bicycles, he said, passed him while he was racing to a fire as fast as the 23-year-old truck would go.

Power of the Pen. In Knoxville, Tenn., Mrs. Julia Gideon Whaley was granted a divorce after she showed the court a postcard addressed to her on which her husband had written a little verse:

Your eyes may shine, Your teeth may grit, But none of my money Will you git.

Phooey on you.

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