At St. Louis, Mo., a bandit, flourishing a revolver, entered a restaurant late one night. To James Morkides, the night manager, the bandit resembled a ferocious lion, and he remembered having read that lions may be cowed by a cold, unswerving stare. Coldly, unswervingly he fixed his eye upon the intruder, who falteringly dropped his pistol, turned, fled.
Boy
At Paoli, Pa., Edward Walters, 15, walked into a store, calmly cleaned out the contents of the cash-register, marched out again. Chased by a policeman, he fled along a railroad embankment, when suddenly he caught sight...