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Show Lights , of New York tee TRUMBULL Mr. Ward was at the wheel ot his own automobile, with Mr. Brown in the seat beside him. Suddenly a driver swung out of the line coming the other oth-er way. Mr. Ward wrenched the wheel but barely prevented a head-on collision. The other car struck his car on the side, pushed it 20 feet, and overturned it in the ditch. It crashed to its side with Mr. Brown on the under un-der side. Now comes the miracle. The car was badly smashed, windshield, fenders, running boards and windows. Yet. when they were pulled out, neither Mr. Ward nor Mr. Brown was more that; slightly bruised and the glasses Mr. Brown was wearing were not even broken. A friend of mine entered an automat auto-mat near Seventy-second street and was thoroughly surprised to find it fairly well filled with men with canes and spats. A few even had monocles through which they made a careful examination of the ready dishes before be-fore parting with their nickels. The only way in which my friend was able to account for this clientele was to assume that the customers were officers offi-cers of the former Bank of United States, which had branches in this vicinity vi-cinity before the parent stem and all branches withered. This automat, by the way, is one of the few New York eating places which bars smoking. A nonsmoking rule is hard to enforce, not because of the men, but because of the women, a far more independent sex. Mr. and Mrs. Bugs Baer are ardent crossword puzzle fans. Mrs. Baer ia pretty good at these puzzles but she was absolutely astounded at the skill, ; speed and brainwork shown by her husband. Together they would do the puzzle published in a certain New York paper and they never were more than child's play for Mr. Baer. If ever she was stuck for a word, he instantly in-stantly supplied it. Mrs. Baer took a wholesome pride in her husband's remarkable ability until it accidentally accidental-ly came to light that Mr. Baer was obtaining advance proofs of the puzzles puz-zles at the newspaper office, working them out at his leisure, and then doing do-ing them over at home. Mr. Baer has lost prestige. There is a sign on the road near Poughkeepsie which reads on one side, "House to let. Inquire within." On the other side, the sign reads, "Beware "Be-ware of the Dog." Arthur William Brown, the illustrator, illus-trator, and Le Roy P. Ward, the architect, archi-tect, had a miraculous escape from injury or death recently while driving driv-ing back from East Uampton, Long Island, to New York. The road was crowded with rapidly moving cars. Dr. Frederick W. Hodge tells me of a veteran entomologist who entered the Explorers' club In great excitement. excite-ment. He was pounding a folded newspaper against his hand. ''Did you see?" he asked. "Did you see the Colorado river has overflowed?" over-flowed?" "Yes," answered someone. "It is terrible about the poor people who have lost their homes." "People!" said the scientist. "What concern have I with people? It is the bugs." It seems that he had discovered some new variety of Insect In the district dis-trict which now was flooded. Well, it's all in the point of view. ((c). 1931 Bell Syndicate.) WNU Service. |