In Los Angeles, Calif., Capt. John Olson of the S. S. Quinalt eyed himself in his mirror, removed his $500 diamond stickpin, detached his necktie, laid them on the shelf over the basin, shaved. Soon he gave a shout, raced from his cabin dived overboard, swam to the Quinalt's scuppers, trod water, cupped his hands beneath the pouring stream of wastage. His anxious frown became a glad grin when the $500 diamond stickpin tumbled out and he caught it.
Pinochle
In Manhattan, playing pinochle, one Frank Frankenthal, night watchman, picked up his cards...
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