At Chapel Hill, N. C,, one Harry M. Sinclair,* baseball fielder, ran to retrieve a homerun. As he leaned to pick up the ball from a tuft of grass a small brown snake, of unknown breed, peeked up at him and bit him severely in the hand.
Maitre Annet-Baden, Paris lawyer, drove his car up steep Montmartre. How the old machine coughed and sputtered and how slowly it proceeded! Unabashed, Maitre Annet-Baden was well pleased at its performance; for he was a competitor in a race to see who could climb the hill most slowly and he had won by...
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