Migratory Worker. On Oahu Island, Hawaii, Plumber Jerry Kennedy heard of a job opening on another island, jumped into his 30-ft, sailboat, sailed over to apply--on Guam, 42 days and over 3,000 miles away.

The Rat. In Oslo, Aage Hjersing was indicted as a war collaborator. Among other charges: he gave the Wehrmacht aid & comfort by selling them 64 fine Norwegian mousers.

Who's Who. In Chicago, Judge Elmer J. Schnackenberg listened attentively to Witness Andrew Jackson, while across the hall Judge Julius H. Miner explained why he couldn't hear Christopher Columbus Spenson's case right away: first he had to handle legal matters involving George Washington, Ulysses S. Grant and Calvin Coolidge.

Specialist. In Detroit, Theodore Cole Jr., sandwiching a brisk little medical practice between high-school classes, explained to the cops who interfered, "I read a medical book."

High Horse. In Joplin, Mo., cops spotted a horse and rider wandering erratically down the street, quickly jugged the rider, despite his indignant claims that he was perfectly sober--the horse was drunk.

Grad. In Meadville, Pa., Allegheny College awarded ex-G.I. Robert M. Rownd a diploma for an education that had been interrupted when he left his books and went off to soldier in the Civil War; the new A.B. is 102. In Brooklyn, proud Rose Altshuler, 67, was handed her grammar-school diploma, happily announced that she will start high school next fall, hopes to get through college by the time she is 80.

The Works. In Fort Worth, the city issued a permit to a new business enterprise called The Fantastic Beauty Shop.

The Grass, Alas! In Salt Lake City, Park Commissioner Fred Tedesco reported that some highly specialized crooks had been at work in Fairmont Park: 225 square feet of lawn had disappeared.

Clear-Cut. In Tokyo, the Railway Board, fed up with impetuous passengers, announced that henceforth it will demand a 500-yen ($10) charge for entering a train through a glass window.

Notes & Bars. In San Quentin, Calif., Warden Clinton Duffy, hoping to keep the boys happy with a disc jockey program broadcast over the prison public address system, named among available selections: Time on My Hands, They Didn't Believe Me, Till the End of Time, I'd Do It All Over Again.

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