The Anecdote Bin

THINGS are a bit scruffy in England, too. A red-bearded bartender in Peakirk is getting dreadfully tired of having his whiskers set afire by fun-loving pub crawlers. He considers his beard a trademark and has tried to have it insured, but even Lloyds of London, who are popularly supposed to insure anybody against anything, have turned him down. It seems to be a case of the beered vs. the beard.