Miscellany: Lion

In Manhattan, one Omar Lutfey, restaurateur, emerged from a speakeasy, saw Patrolman William Dunn, flung himself to the ground, gnawed the policeman’s leg, roared, “I’m a lion!”

Yellow

In Chicago last fortnight, some 30 citizens at late hours mistook the city’s new yellow police cars for Yellow Taxicabs, were ridden to police stations.

Great-Grandmother

At Ogdensburg, N. Y., Mrs. Henry Bushey, 90, grandmother of 20, great-grandmother of “about 100,” hustled to the bank of the Oswegatchie River, stumbled off into 15 ft. of water, struggled ashore dragging Louis Seigal, 63. Said she: “I’m not as strong as I used to be.”

Widow

At Woking, Surrey, England, Widow F. E. Stevens, 84, was trundled into St. John’s Church in a wheelchair, married to one Cyril Mills, 23, son of an Australian bicyclist.

Yarborough

In Chapel Hill, N. C., one Harry Meacham, college student, played bridge, had bad luck. Annoyed, he laid a gun on the table, declared: “I’m going to shoot the next person who deals me a sorry hand.” When his turn came he dealt himself a Yarborough,* picked up his pistol, killed himself.

Brahma Bologna

In India the pious bow before sacred Brahma bulls. Last week impious Chicagoans sold several of these holy animals for bologna. They brought only $8.50 the 100 lb.-on-the-hoof. Ordinary prime Texas steers brought $17.

Radio Cow

In Manhattan one Nellie, a trick cow who moos soprano over the radio, was led through the streets on her way to rehearsal, caused a traffic jam.

Shear

In Manhattan, officers of mighty Standard Oil Co. of New Jersey, whose common stock sells at about $6 a share, smiled over a letter and $4 received from a girl worker in a southern tobacco field. Wrote she: “Will you please sell me as little an intrest or shear in your oil wells as $4 to start with and then take what it makes for me and add to the $4 until it amounts to a fifty dollar share for me. . . . Write me once in a while about it so I would know when I would start drawing money off it. Please explain all about the oil well. … I hope the good Lord will bless you all in every way. . . .”

* A bridge-hand with no face cards.