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Show BOMBS IN BIRMINGHAM. The Spirit of Destruction Slakes Itself Felt Even In the Scrap Pile. Anybody desiring an exciting occupation occupa-tion could not do better than to obtain a job at one of the numerous metal refineries refin-eries in Birmingham. In addition to the utual risks in such business the workmen work-men daily encounter the danger of being blown up by bombs. A good deal of scrap metal bought for the melting pots comes from the continent, where, it seems, carelessness has almost reached the rank of a virtue. It is a common thing to find loaded military bombs among the refuse. The workmen must always be on the lookout for them. For the second time within a week one firm has providentially escaped being blown sky high. First it was an old gunpowder gun-powder shell, probably found on some battlefield. Then variety was given to the entertainment by the arrival of a more scientific and up to date bonib which came in a cargo of scrap iron, and the workman just missed shovifling it into the furnace. It only weighed two pounds, but it would have done damage altogether disproportionate to its size, for on being tenderly dissected in the firm's laboratory the little stranger wa found to contain a quarter of a pint of uitroglycerin. London Letter. |