Diamond Flush. In Berwick, Pa., Mrs. Hensyl Garrison absently dropped her diamond ring into one of the 300 bags of potato chips she was filling, shipped it off to an unknown nibbler. In Weatherly, Pa., Mrs. Emory J. Miller irritably attacked a clogged drain with a suction plunger, brought up the $175 ring that she misplaced 20 years ago.

The Company He Keeps. In Seattle, Patrolman John H. Davis was assigned to the waterfront to round up sleeping vagrants on the docks, was eventually rounded up himself and suspended for 30 days, for sleeping on the docks while on duty.

Shorts Story. In Havana, Cuba, Harvey Locke planed in from Florida wearing shorts, argued unsuccessfully with Immigration authorities who refused to let him into the country until he changed into long pants, huffily flew back to Florida on the next plane.

For the Record. In Independence, Kans., an ex-sailor walked into the county recorder's office, presented a bad-conduct discharge from the Navy, demanded five certified copies.

Repayment Deferred. In Fredonia, Kans., an ex-schoolmarm sent the county school superintendent a check for $75 (full repayment of the three-month salary she had once drawn) along with a conscience-smitten confession that she had cribbed on her teacher's examination to get the job, 53 years ago.

Birthday. Near Binghamton, N.Y., on the 100th anniversary of Alexander Graham Bell's birth, snowbound Francis Slater listened carefully to the doctor's telephoned instructions, efficiently delivered his wife of a healthy, 8 lb. 3 oz. boy.

Dark Stranger. In Brooklyn, a seeress accepted a $1 fee, cheerfully assured her customer that his troubles were over, realized too late that her own were just beginning when the customer showed his badge, hauled her in to pay a $100 fine for fortune telling.

Button, Button. In Spokane, Frank Bunker received from WAA 60,000 yards of thread, 50,000 shirt buttons, a barrel of laundry ink thinner, wondered what puzzled laundry was opening up the pipe, rivets and steel he thought he had ordered.

Grounds. In Chicago, Frieda Orlowsky won a divorce when she explained that her husband's Army poker experiences had soured him on all card games, ruined their pleasant evenings of pinochle. In Los Angeles, Marie C. Bauman, calling an end to her 50-year marriage, complained that her parson-husband had abandoned his pulpit to play the ponies with his own "mathematical and scientific method. . . ."

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