Tunnel

"TIME brings all things"

In the tunnel of Ricken, in Switzerland, last week, a freight train stopped, filled the air with dense, deadly carbon monoxide gas; nine railroad workers, trapped, suffocated.

Gallon

In Dover, Ohio, last week, four tipplers received a "water-cure" sentence of ten days from Mayor Groh; a gallon must be imbibed on each day; failure as to quantity will mean an extra day.

Bear

In Bickle, British Columbia, one Dave Irons was walking up a trail with a bag of salt. Every week he came to this lonely patch of hill-furze and spikeberry, the loneliest section of his range, to salt his cows; once he had seen a bear here, and looking at the place where the black beast had lumbered off he saw, as if conjured up by his memory, a bear come out of the woods and make for him. He ran. The bear followed. The cows scattered, uttering mild cries. At the other end of the field stood a pair of spindling spruces. Ranger Irons began to .climb. The bear climbed after him. Long claws reached out, divested him of a rubber boot; he was almost at the top of the tree. The claws reached out again; his leg was bleeding, his courage broken, his strength gone. Death, clumsy and terrible, with red eyes, groped after him along a veering limb. And then came the thud of galloping hoofs below, a cavalcade, with rescue in every tossing neck, waited for Dave Irons below. While the frightened bear scrambled off to her cubs, Ranger Irons started in amazement at his rescuers, the cows, waiting for their salt.

Violin

Suppose a millionaire, proud possessor of a portion of the world's art treasures, dying, should command his property burned, destroyed irrevocably? Last week, in France, a funeral took place. Into the grave of one Alexandre Bailie, musician, was lowered his violin, of famed Stradivarius make. The deceased had decreed that the Stradivarius be buried with him.

Bump, Bumpkin

In Dundee, N. Y., at the county fair, one Otis Dowland, in tights, flexed his biceps, patted his stomach, pouted his chest, lay on the ground. A plank was laid across his abdomen, an automobile driven towards him with the righthand wheels on the plank. Otis Dowland empurpled his face with straining, scowled up at the crowd, as the automobile ascended its human bump. The car's driver, a stupid bumpkin, stalled the engine in mid-plank. Strongman Dowland grimaced, retched, shrieked. The car was pushed away. Strongman was whisked to a hospital, where doctors pronounced his vitals to be seriously mashed.

Agile

In Syracuse, one Paul Steinberg, no jaywalker, leaped adroitly, saved himself from destruction by clinging to the radiator of an automobile that would have run him down; went on his way, smiling with relief; started to cross another street, leaped again, landed on the running board of another assaulting car, his knuckles accidently crashing into the driver's jaw. "I'll have you arrested," shouted the driver. "Go ahead," grunted Mr. Steinberg, "I'm lucky I should be able to be arrested."

"Bes' One"

In Pittsburgh, one E. W. Griggs, 60, Negro, pleaded and won a parole for George Griggs, Negro youth, guilty of larceny, by saying to the magistrate: "Dis yere's de bes' one ob mah thutty-fi' chilluns." Mr. Griggs testified that he had married thrice, the first Mrs. Griggs bearing 18 children; the second Mrs. Griggs bearing one child and dying; the third Mrs. Griggs bearing 16 children, to date.