Don M.'s Noted Namesake
John W. Nanry is one of the democratic lights of Washtenaw county Ilis fine stock farm is in the vicinity of Ann Albor, and he has an excellen reputation as a breeder of short hom cattle. Mr. Nanry is of Irish descent and is a fluent and witty conversationalist, an admirer of the fair sex, whom he always treats with Chesterfieldian courtesy and Milesian gallantry, and a sterling democrat of the true Jeffersonian type. Personally, he is of medium height, of generous girth and proportions, dark complexion, hair and eyes, a facial contour resembling that of Henry B. Brown, justice of the United States supreme court, and like the latter, luis a melodious voice. Ilis voice, with its clear, polished enunciation, and rich, full, mellow tones would charm a linnet off a bush. When he converses with the ladies he is a sight to behold. His air and carnaje ever convey tbe utmost deference; bis dark eyes glow with a mucli warmei feeling, [and hls sparkling wit and delicate flattery invaribly créate a ilutter and commotion in the hearts of bis lady friends and acquaintances. When ex-President Grover Cleveland, attended by Don Al. üickinson, ex-iïovCampbell of Ohio, and the brilliant party of democratie notabilities and their wives, paid a visit to Ann Arbor last March, it is scarcely necessary to say that Mr. Nanry was in the front rank of welcomers, and anyone could see that he was so full of cordial hospitality that it exuded from every pore in his body. He was among the iirst to shake the ex-president by the hand. "Mr. Cleveland," he said, " I am delegated to meet you, and to express my great admiration for you as a man and a democrat. I feel highly coinplimented in being permitted to shake hands with you and welcome you to to our university city." Grover expressed his happiness in a few brief words, and Mr. Nanry then stepped aside and grasped the outstretched hand of Don M. Dickinson with a cordial clasp. At this moment the ladies of the party were standing at some distance from Cleveland and Dickinson. "My dear Mr. Dickinson," said Mr. Nanry, effusively, and shaking the expostmaster general's hand, "I really feel well acquainted with you, although I never had the pleasure of meeting you before. I am very glad and proud to see you, sir, To show you that I keep you in reinembranee I will state that I have a very fine animal on my biock farm, on e of the very finest animáis in the state. He is a shorthorn buil of very fine breeding, and I have named him Don M. Dickinson." The ex-postmaster-general's countenance which up to that moment had beanied with good humor, became suddenly ovorcast. His fase redened and lie cast a hasty g'afc; at t'ie liroups of ladies a few j'Ilds away. iianry was puzzled at the marnier iu which Mr. Dickinson received his compliment, and looked at him with a blank face. Mr. Dickinson cast one quick glance at the female contingent and leaning his head over to Mr. Nanry's right ear, said in low but energetic tones: "For God's sake, Mr. Nanry, don't tell the ladies." As anything in connection with Michigan's favorite son is of interest to his admiring fellow-citizens, it may not be out of place to explain that his bovine namesake is of very high pedigree.' "Don M. Dickinson, 91,414," according to the American Short Horn Herdbook, "isby Barrington Duke 7th, 72,667; his dam being Sharon's Aylesby, by Oakland Rose of Sharon, 44,452."- Detroit Evening News.
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Ann Arbor Argus
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John W. Nanry