Adrian Press Washtenawisms

Manchester's hose pipe is too short to reach the river, which is now very low. They could cut it off if it were too long; but now they don't know just what to do. Miss Anna Marsh, of Delhi, untempted by the giddy vamties of a Whitmore Lake picnic, stayed at home, helped her father, and killed a skunk. Pleasures of the moment perish and are forgotten, but the good one does, often spreads a frarance round about, sweet as the ilacs of June. ■ aait The Ann Arbor Register having stated that monuments from Washtenaw boulders have been manufactured "only a few weeks," the Ypsilanti Sentinel seizes the Register )y the ear, and ñames a builder of joulder monuments who has been n the business several years. Possibly the Register's information comes from the state bureau of education, which promulgates lucid mysteries for use at teachers' examinations. Mercy on us! News comes from Milan of the revival of the African slave trade, and by a missionary and his wife, Mr. and Mrs. George Chapman, who have just returned from África with a little five-year-old woolly head - a girl - whom they bought for 150 yards of cloth. They state that she was to have been eaten by cannibals had they not bought her, as she was plump, tender, and apparently of the right flavor for a "bang-up" good breakfast. There are regulations governing the hours of lawn sprinkling in'Ann Arbor. The other evening a lady was transgressing the rule, when a wrenchman from the waterworks appeared, and would have shut off the stream, but was embarrassed by the lady, who, with an arch, innocent smile, stood directly over the spot and continued business, never offering to move. , He finally retired from the field, and the lady gazed after him, still smiling, and apparently wondering what could have been that man's errand. An omnibus scoop of fourteen Ypsilanti disreputables, of both sexes, was made last week by City Marshal Buck. The evil doers were in hard luck. First the battering ram of of the city constabulary bounced them with curly.pated virtue; then came the Bogardus, with an $8.75 kick for each and every one. The city marshal doesn't propose to wear the surname he does without making it good, by butting down the walls of vice. He is a buck that needs no protection from the tariff laws. Miss Katie Rogers, of Ann Arbcr, is not only an artist of distinction, and capable with oil and brush of depicting on canvas, shades most delicate to the eye, and sentiment most dear to the heart, but she is also an agricultural implement dealer, and business woman of ability. Do you desire to view some of the most exquisite shades and beautiful thoughts done in oil? Behold the work of her hand! Is it a grainseeder, separator, or traction engine you wish to buy? She will sell it to you, and show you how to put it together and run it. Marry? Ah, well, young man, you must find that out for yoarself.