"My husband likes spinach served at all meals," said a Chicago woman.
"So does mine. Isn't that a funny coincidence?" replied her friend.
It was neither funny nor a coincidence, as these two women soon found—for they were both married to the same man, one Peter Trapani, bigamist.
Thomas M. Davis and Harry Davis, brothers and real estate brokers, had not spoken to each other for six years. Nor did they speak last week in the Atlantic City (N. J.) county jail, where they occupied adjoining cells. Thomas had voted when he was not a U. S. citizen; Harry had neglected to pay his wife's alimony.
Faithful, persistent David O'Shea of Skibbereen, Ireland, courted his fiancee for seven years with large and shiny gifts—40 of them—one for every Christmas, every Easter, every birthday. . . . Last week she, no mummy, broke off the engagement. All the gifts had been coffins. Mr. O'Shea wanted his 40 coffins back, so he sued her for breach of promise.
For 15 hours, his two dogs watched William Joyce, aged 4, of Scranton, Pa., sinking into a pile of culm (coal refuse). When William was up to his neck in culm, the dogs looked at each other knowingly, scampered away, tugged at a workman's coat. Workman and dogs sped back to the culm. "Take the mud out of my eyes," said William when rescued.
One Arthur Meeks of Belleville, Ontario, was pruning a tree last week. He sawed and sawed until a limb fell to the ground. Pruner Meeks was sitting on that limb. At the hospital, physicians say that he may not live.
The Western State Bank of Cicero, Ill., announced last week the installation of a safety chute, wherein gamblers, thugs, bootleggers, honest merchants may drop deposits at any hour of the day or night.