TuoucH there might he cause enough to discredit the old adage that truth is stranger than fiction, in the light of some modern fiction, nevertheless things occasionally happen which might have been lift. ed out of the pages of some detec. tive thriller. One of them betel William Ely of Skipton recently. William is a housebreaker. In the course of work on an old building he unearthed a box containing 32 valuable rings. In handing over his find to the Police, he told them that. bout 18 months before, when workig in the neighbourhood, he had been approached by a dark stranger and asked a number of questions about jewellery which the stranger swore was hidden somewhere near, William thought the man was a little mad at that time, but when Jhe made his discovery the incident came back to his mind. The Police found it extremely interesting, Why She Laughed D'ANNuNzio, the "Soldier Poet," recently had an encounter with Miss Spooner, the British aviatrix. She evidently made a great impres-ion upon him, for he has described her as a "marvellous air athlete, resembling a Greek virgin goddess in strength, youth, and beauty." The. poet greeted her with the line from "The Skylark:" "Hail to thee, blithe spirit." Miss Spooner, soon as she had recovered from her astonishment, laughed gaily and went on inspecting her machine. Not to be put off by this "apparent carelessness, the poet added: "Teach ime half the' gladness that thy brain must know." From Miss Spooner's reaction to this, the poet concluded that she did not know Shelley. porary theatrical contract (which is usually broken shortly after) are the usual harvest for the beauty-contest winners. Modesty, after all, is one of the chiefer charms of the really beautiful girl, Scottish Alarm Clock AN Aberdonian wished to catch the morning. train to London and, being a heavy sleeper, was in doubt, if he would wake up sufficiently early. He thought of several methods to insure success, but each seemed to indicate the necessity for a tip, In the end he posted himself a letter without a stamp.
Next morning early there came a thunderous rattle on the door. The Scot opened the window and the postman cried:
"Here's a letter for you without.
stamp. There's thrippence to Pay.
Take it back," commanded the wily one. "Carelessness like that. does na deserve to be encouraged, These Irregular Rondeaux The Doctor's pilin boyhood Long since lost to my sen Whenever {would star
My parents had a perfect craze.
(Then Tad teth the pws and wit To make me takerer well oF ll—The Doctor ill can recall the glad day stilt When "Doe." displayed his lack of att his new "bike"—ate essays, But all tu vain—to his amen He went careering down the hill: 1 ed—and sang' a hymn of war, Methodical Gangster The Men's Paradise Tuene must be quite a number who are regretting the methodical habits of Jack Zuta, the well-known New York gangster who was murdered on August 1. He was a very meticulous man in his affairs and kept a record of all the persons to whom he paid bribes. On his death his records fell into the hands of the Police. Among his pensioners.
id to have been one judge on the municipal bench, one member of the Illinois State legislature, one former judge who was a powerful political figure, an attorney, a Police sergeant, and numerous others to that time not suspected of affiliations with the underworld.
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