On Manhattan Bridge, the stranger said: "It's a fine night, isn't it?" Answered James Albrecht, an out-of-a-job printer: "Kind of chilly, don't you think?" "Per-haps," said the stranger, "But just look at that beautiful moon." The next thing the stranger said was "Goodbye, good luck and God bless you." As he said this he was falling through the dark air into the river.
In Manhattan, a man bit a horse, was fined $10 for cruelty.
In Brooklyn, last week, the telephone rang...