Hand

In Hot Springs, S. Dak., one Lloyd Linton, 33, father of four, was suddenly moved to a paroxysm of religious fervor while standing in his brother's sawmill. "If thy right hand offend thee, cut it off," cried Linton's thoughts. Later Linton explained: "So I cut it off and prayed to God not to let it bleed much. It didn't." Handless Linton did not state how his hand had offended.

Teeth

In Manhattan, Dr. I. Mortimer Smokier, dentist, pulled and pulled at the teeth of Mrs. Molly Blumlein. In 17 pulls he got 17 teeth, but none the right one. Now Dentist Smokier, by court decision, must pay $16,000 to Mrs. Blumlein, and $3,000 to Husband Blumlein for interference with his wife's duties.

Stars

The stars shone peacefully down, aloof, unperturbed, unperturbable. Beneath, a swarm of writhing, punching, scratching, squealing, black-skinned creatures did battle with four white spectres of the law. Confusion reigned, skulls were rapped and knuckles barked; black men screeched and white men cursed. . . . The stars were those that stud the ceiling of Manhattan's Grand Central Station. The battle was between Negro porters and detectives who had raided a "policy" (lottery) game.

Filibuster

In Malvern, Pa., the Rev. Joseph Sproule preached and preached; he preached all morning and far into the afternoon; he ate his lunch in the pulpit. Thus did he prevent his appointed successor, the Rev. C. M. Marvine, who sat waiting in the congregation, from taking his post in the Malvern Methodist Church. That night, however, Pastor Marvine seized the pulpit, and church doors were locked against Pastor Sproule. Repulsed by guards with whom he tussled, Pastor Sproule held service in a nearby house. "I will fight it out on this line if it takes all summer," he cried. Late reports indicated that he was still fighting, and that his "spiritual filibuster" had turned into a "war." State troopers were called upon to patrol Malvern's streets when the embattled Methodist partisans became violent. A fervent Sproulite prayed for the devil to "give those heretics, those nonbelievers, their just dues."

Truant

In Chicago, a Mrs. Victoria Tultric awaited her husband's homecoming, impatiently. A loud and familiar-sounding rap rattled the front door. Mrs. Tultric, impatient, fired a bullet through the door. The man she shot was not errant Mr. Tultric, but Truant Officer Thomas McCarthy calling on duty.