Miscellany: 240

At Warsaw, Ind., on the platform of a convention hall, sat a trio of solemn judges, holding a little bunch of blue, red and yellow ribbons. They scrutinized a procession which passed through the hall, whispered among themselves. Old friends were the three; each year theirs is the task of pacing through the livestock pens at the county fair, bestowing prizes on Indiana’s finest cattle. Among the exhibits which filed hopefully past them last week were no cattle but 240 pairs of humans, assembled in Warsaw’s fourth annual Twins’ Convention. Judging twins, the cattlemen found, was no easy job. Practiced eyes wandered to hoofs and rumps, lingered over well-shaped shoulders. But for Warsaw’s twins there was but one standard of judgment: when the judges could not tell one twin from another they pinned duplicate blue ribbons on the pair. From the 3-year-old class they waved Marylyn and Carolyn Cook, of Warsaw, out of line; from the 4-year-olds Maurice and Richard Schinbeckler, of Columbia City, Ind. The last ribbons went to Mrs. Estella Dille and Mrs. Rosella Lewallen, 79, of Akron and Mentone, Ind. When the judging was over the 240 sets of twins elected as counselors John J. and Miles W. O’Brien, whose South Bend Lathe Works proudly uses the cable address: TWINS.

Ca-Choo

In Sault Ste. Marie, Ont., were held the annual elections of the Ca-Choo Club, composed of 118 visiting hay fever sufferers. L. E. Harris sneezed so hard he blew his glasses ten feet across the room, was promptly re-elected president.

Happy Childhood

In Chicago, Rosita Royce danced one night in the Streets of Paris without her fig leaf, explained to a judge: “The wind blew it off.” Sally Rand danced onto a theatre stage holding a big rubber “bubble” between herself and the audience. The bubble burst. To Mary Belle Spencer, crusading attorney who had Sally arrested, newshawks showed a picture of her half-naked 14-year-old daughter holding a trophy won in a bathing beauty contest. Said Mary Belle Spencer:

“My girls must never be repressed. Their minds must not be filled with other people’s ideas. Neither has ever been to school. They are self-educated and they know everything. I don’t know how they learned to read. When they were babies instead of reading nursery rhymes I read the advance sheets of the Supreme Court to them. They liked blood and thunder so I read them the records of criminal trials. Since they were youngsters they have carried guns and are expert marksmen. Once, when they threw the Christmas tree through the front window when the weather was near zero, it was hard not to say anything. But I didn’t even turn my head.”

Pincher

In a Manhattan theatre Louis Moni could not resist the temptation to pinch a shapely leg beside him. For molesting a policewoman, the owner of the leg arrested and jailed Louis Moni.

Scoffer

In Fiume, Italy, Vacationist Zorca Prince opened a letter from her mother, laughed at what she read, plunged into the sea. Her mother had dreamed that if Zorca went swimming a shark would kill her. Far offshore fishermen heard a scream, found a little patch of blood-stained water but no trace of Vacationist Zorca Prince.