Charged with taking one hundred and forty-five pounds of his employers' money a Newcastle office-boy was stated to have been reading trashy novels. It was thought to be only fair to the financial papers that the public should know where he got the idea from.
"I reckon I can drink fifty pints a day, easy," a witness told the Portsmouth magistrates. He may do it for a while, but sooner or later his arm is bound to go back on him.
"Under British guidance," says a contemporary, "Persia's future is bright with promise." We know nothing of its future, but its present seems to be scintillating with performance under Bolshevik direction.
"Cave exploration," declares a writer in The Daily Mail, "is a most fascinating sport." There is always the thrilling possibility that you may find another Liberal principle hidden away somewhere.
Owing to the increased cost of living it is said that burglars will now only book jewel robberies of two thousand pounds and over.