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New Zealand Times, Volume XLII, Issue 9622, 30 March 1917, Page 6

A Chinese fruiterer in Lambtonquny is the proud possessor of a very healthy specimen of centipede. The creature, which is “caged” in a jam bottle, is several inches in length, and of a rich brown colour. Although it docs not boast of tho customary 100 legs, being ornamented with only fifteen or twenty on jeach side of its body, the centipede does not give the impression that it would make a nice domestic pet. Tho insect was proudly exhibited to a customer yesterday by tho owner, who, with a wicked smile, informed him that “if he bite you, you die.” The centipede, he explained, was discovered in a “oasoe fluit,” and was “quite all-ii in um jam bottle.” It is not exactly an easy undertaking to pilot a small flock of sheep across such a busy thoroughfare as Manners street. This was done quite neatly about midday yesterday by a drover with the assistance of a good pair of lungs, two sheep dogs, and a horse. Drivers of vehicles were momentarily alarmed by tho unusual invasion of their highway, but with the exception of a motor-cyclist who narrowly escaped running down some of the sheep and nearly succeeded in causing the whole flock to charge through the front entrance of an hotel, there was no excitement, and the sheep were shortly peaceably trotting along a side street.

Miss Ruth Law, the American airwoman who flew 596 miles, from Chicago to Now York, with one stop, is on a visit to London. “A woman of sound health and nerves,” she says, “can succeed in flying and find it both healthful and pleasurable. I have been flying for five years, and never had better health.” She hopes to get a new fast machine with which to compete in the Transcontinental contest in the United States in Jane.

A farmer, going over his land, caught an Irishman with his dog trespassing in a field, and threatened him with prosecution. Beturning, however, through the same field an hour later he was surprised to meet the Irishman in another part of it. and exclaimed, angrily;— "What! Trespassing again?’’ "No, no,” answered Tat, "it's still the same trespass, Fair play, soirt’’