Adrian Press Washtenawisms

The Sentinel coraplains that the [ Ypsilanti council is not pulling I evenly in the traces. Use a stay ! chain. In honor of the 4th, the Chelsea Herald came out in red, white and blue, and looked drunk enough to satisfy any native-born American. The Washtenaw Times mentions as remarkable the capture of a fourfoot eel in the Argo milis dam. They are a great eel larger in Devil's lake, Lenawee. M Thomas Willwood, of Manchester township, is about as mad as a man of his size can well be, to think that he has blood poisoning in the hand from sheep shears, with wool at the present prices. The lady editor of the Ann Arbor Democrat copies approvingly an exchange vh;ch says: " There comes a time when it is most blissful to be all by yourself." Then she immediately left with the Michigan Press Association for a trip around the lakes, including the World's Fair." The Ypsilantian says "Thehighly Morrill Twins" have closed their engagement in Ypsilanti. It is apparent that the Ypsilantian editor is still unregenerate, for he adds: Many are wondering how those unique showmen ever procured a letter of endorsement from the eminent Chicago divine, Dr. Henson. Geo. C. Smithe, one of the proprietors o? the Ypsilantian, has retired and ir. Osband will strive, in and of his own main strength to convince the world that the tariff is not a tax. If any man can, he can. Mr. Smithe will now borrow a hammer and cold chisel and try to chip the last letter of his name, after which he will engage in some active business. H. Ball, postmaster at Dexter, takes a last look at the oíd familiar P. O., and sings in the key of H. B. minor: - "Good-bye, sweetheart. good-bye. John Costello, succeeds Mr. Ball and merrily warbles in C. major: - "Out they go. In we go!" The Dexter News says of him: It is a deserved complement to a man who for many years has been a democratie wheel-horse, and has always put forth his best efforts for the success of the party. Jake Schneider, the fellow who stole Congressman Gorman's shot gun (and thus prevented him from getting his gun off at republican postmasters, till lately) got out of jail six weeks ago and would have got married had he not stolen a watch, to wear on his wedding trip. He was arrested with the license and the watch in his pocket and the prospective bride and mother-in-law by his either side. Now he is in jail and the match is off. The girl says he did a mean trick. If you receive a telegram, study carefully and be sure it was meant for you. Wm. Kersey, of Ypsilanti, colored, Wednesday last week, received a Detroit message announcing the serious illness of his wife. Now William wasn't married, but he knew a "colored gal" in Detroit, to whom he should have been married as attested by their seven-year-old daughter. But when he called at the house his "wife" was "in göod health thanks!" and she seized a razor and cut his throat with cheerfulness and celerity. With great loss of blood Kersey got home to Ypsilanti. The telegram that so nearly severed his windpipe, was intended for another Bill Kersey. A lurid poster, of the most pyrotechnic hue, has been received by mail, announcing the "Original poems of Ernest Fenwick Johnstone, L. L. M., University of Michigan." How it came through without scorching the mail bags, we do not understand, for it is incandescent with the fervid utterances of the author, advertising his book of poems. Concerning them, he says: "In some imagination speaks. In some the truth is plainly told. In all, the humble author seeks to moral sentiments unfold." Among his works "Lorame" is a tale of love, sorrow and happiness, covering seventeen pages, in speaking of which the author makes the claim that it "will satisfy the. most romantic maid in Ypsilanti." Perhaps it will, but we wouldn't be in Johnstone's shoes, face to face with the "romantic maid of Ypsi," when she reads that "it can not fail to please "The dreary. fair romantic maid, Who wanders by the ripplingr stream." "Dreamy" was the word the aiu thor endeavored to express, but the "giasticutus" who set up the type made a "dreary" job of it, and one which the poet will find hard to explain to the "romantic maid of Ypsi." Johnstone is but 25 years old but he's "a thoroughbred."