Finally Hansen was promoted to a passenger train, and did not see the boy, as he passed through the town at night.[{56}] Not long ago the conductor was in the lobby of a hotel at the terminal of his run when a powerfully framed man approached him and asked:
“Are you John Hansen?”
The conductor admitted it, and the stranger continued:
“Do you think you could whip me?”
Hansen admitted it was unlikely, as the stranger was a near giant.
“Well,” continued the stranger, “I am the fellow you whipped once for hopping trains, and I probably owe my sound legs, arms, and life to you. Shake hands.”
Girls, Do You Get This?
Declaring they were “watchfully waiting” for the right girl, twenty-two per cent of Princeton University’s seniors declared they had never been kissed. A fellow “never wanted to,” while others said they objected to kissing for “hygienic reasons.”
Oregon Town Has a Flesh-eating Horse.
In Seaside, Ore., they have what is often spoken of as the “flesh-eating” horse. This animal actually eats the flesh of raw clams, oysters, mussels, and some meats. He is especially fond of clams, and will eat them raw in preference to hay or grain; in fact, he will eat almost anything that is eaten by man or horse.