L.E. Richard, of Game, Mo., has a spotted mule that is gentle on all occasions. During the cold spell Mr. Richard’s dozen chickens have been roosting on Maud’s back. They do this, it is supposed, to keep their feet warm. The mule wanders around the premises and doesn’t seem to be annoyed because the chickens prefer to use him as a roost, and the chickens appear to enjoy their ride very much.
Stood on His Head in a Barrel.
Major Simon Pratt, a battle-scarred veteran of more bloody fields than any G.A.R. man in Waldo County, Me., who lost part of an ear, two toes, and a thumb, came near ending his eventful life in a most unsoldierly way. Although he is seventy-eight years old and weighs more than 200 pounds, he is able to be of some help around the place.
He reached into a barrel to get a hen that had nested in it, and pitched headfirst. His grandson and a chum, who happened to be near, were not strong enough to get the major out, but they located a block and tackle near by and by making a hitch around the veteran’s ankles, succeeded in hoisting him out.
“Me No Clare,” Says Sam.
When a gas stove exploded in the kitchen of a Chinese restaurant in Grand Rapids, Mich., a skillet in which a cook was frying four eggs was hurled a distance of fifteen feet across the room, and the handle penetrated a wall. After the excitement had died down it was found that the yolks of the eggs in the skillet were unbroken and the cook, Sam Gee Lee by name, immediately placed the pan on another blaze and finished the order.
When Sam was asked if he wasn’t scared when the stove suddenly shot toward the ceiling in countless sections, he is said to have replied:
“Me cookee on big whale slip. Blig glun go bloom—cr-r-r-up—bloom! Me no clare. Cookee allee samee. No cookee, no mon. Sabe?”
“Spook” With Claws Disturbs the Town.
The people of Ithan, a suburb of Philadelphia, Pa., have appealed to the Radnor Township police to rid the community of a “queer thing,” dressed like a woman, which prowls about lonely roads late at night and chases men.