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Adrian Press Washtenawisms

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Parent Issue
Day
15
Month
July
Year
1892
Copyright
Public Domain
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Some very petty thief recently stole nineteen fleeces of wool from a Bridgewater man. He must have been a small minded wretch to steal wool at the McKinley prices. Mayor Doty, of Ann Arbor, very sensibly vetoed the ordinance passed by the council, giving saloons till half past eleven to close. Health, wealth, morality and decency required the veto. The Apian way between Ypsilanti and Ann Arbor will soonbe finished, from the University end. It will then remain for Ypsilanti to place her part in traveling order. It is understood that this is to be a free trade road. # Last week a hackman of Ann Arbor was thrown under the wheels of his juggernaut, which passed over his breast without harming him. The glazing of a hackman's cheek extends further downward than we had supposed. Stony Creek has a young David, who, armed with his sling, would be safe, turned loose with the "Tam-, many tiger." He drewhis sling the other day and slang out six teeth belonging to Dan Wentlet, of Frenchtown. The rock caught Wentlet squarely in the mouth. A Freedom man feil down stairs the other day and struck the "home plate" with such force as to set off a box of matches in his hip pocket. The injured man was drenched in time to save him. Let's have no laughing - a box of combusted matches in a hip pocket ought not to be made light of. The Ann Arbor Courier's account of the Cleveland ratification contains two notable passages, which show precisely where the reporter left off to go and get a drink. The printer was obliged to draw on the "heli-box" for exclamation points. Mayor Doty is to be congratulated for his veto of the "late closing" ordinance. Oscar Howell, a Willis blacksniith, melted some resin for a horse's hoofs. This would have been just a common everyday, tame affair but for the cartridge that went in with the resin and entirely relieved the monotony. Howell received part of the dose in his face, and narrowly missed having an ear shot off. There is a sweet July poem in the Ladies' Home Journal for July. - Ypsilanti Commercial. Don't sing it to us. Saying nothing about your voice, it probably smacks too much of roman candles, popcorn balls, torpedos, cheap oratory, fire crackers, roasted peanuts, gingerbread, noise and bowery dances to make it enjoyable. Take it away and bury it! The alligator belonging to Phil Hall escaped last week but wasfound in a creek in their pasture. - Ann Arbor Democrat. The Press is pained to learn that while the alligator was in the creek. Mr. Beal of the Courier, who had wandered forth to ruminate, i. e., chew his "cud" and reflect, saw the alligator and mistaking him for the "toad of free trade," launched out into such a philippic against commercial freedom that the reptile which had intended to dine on him, slid under a grassy bank out of sight.

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Ann Arbor Argus
Old News