Adrian Press Washtenawisms

Chicken-pox is pitted against the children of Manchester. A petition has been signed at Chelsea asking permission to take a vvire fence machine and pull the kink out of Mili Creek. Charles Younghaus, of Manchester has set up a tonsor shop in the store of Dr. Lynch. The"oldhoss" has moved out. The Wrinkle is the name of the University humorous paper. Why don't it humor us with a sample copy? That would be the proper wrinkie. A vicious dog dined off a leg of J. W. Abbot, of Whittaker, and the leg is in bad condition. The dog has braced up considerably, since the meal. The Saline geology class is studying the cause and effect of earthquakes. In arriving at the philosophy of the subject, the class would be greatly assisted by the late election returns. The editor of the Dexter Leader has advertised without response for potatoes on subscription, and it bes;ins to look as though he would have to boil snow balls. Though there is considerable talk about a new opera house at Ypsilanti, the project is still in a nebulous condition and Uncle Tom tent shows are enlarging their canvass for next season. . # # # The Milan agent for the Pacific and American express companies, is Miss Jessie Graham. She is "strictly business" and when a young man expresses admiration for her, he has to do so at the regular rates. ■ It is gratifying to learn from the Dexter News that "Evangelists Smart and McLachlan have the devil by the horns in great shape at Chelsea, and are giving the old fellow the hardest trounsing he has ever had in that community. There is hope for Chelsea yet." # ♦ The U. of M. football team last week played the De Pauw's, at Green Castle, Ind. , and scored 30 to o against them. But what could the other club do, hampered with the name of De Pauw? Could a club with a gap in the middle of its súmame, wide enough to kick the ball through, hope to succeed? The Ann Arbor Courier last week ceased hurrahing for that disagreeable McKinle-y, long enough to note the signs of the coming winter, and finds that onions have thick skins, indicativo of a mild winter, while corn husks are very heavy - an unmistakable monitor of a glacial epoch. It admits the contrariety of these symptoms, but insists that the onions being stronger will win. Then it whoops for McKinley again. An old gray horse which faithfully worked for its brute masten tiil broken with age and abuse, has been turned shelterless and unfed in the streets of Ypsilanti, and the mute appeal read in its looks is: "Feed me or shoot me." Won't somebody do one or the other and then run the owner in for 30 days. He can probably be found in some grocery "snigging" crackers, or squatting on a nail keg, swearing and squirting tobáceo juice. With no intent whatever to spring a perplexing question the Press recently printed an account of the declaration of peace between the Ann Arbor council and the "Athenian" hog, adding: "Behold how good a thing it is, and how pleasant, for brethren to dweil together in unity!" And now comes the Democrat with the inquiry, "Who are the hogs?" There is more obscurity wrapped around this subject than we had supposed. Forty years ago, fifty young married couples organized a visiting association in Northfield, Washtenaw county, at the residence of Wm. P. Groves. Of these 50 couples not more than 16 persons are living, 12 of whom surprised Mr. Groves last week with a birthday visit. What a change in 40 years. The log house has disappeared with the wolf and the infirmity of age sits upon the few survivors whose merry feet were wont to keep step to backwoods fiddle at the jolly pumpkin carnival and the husking bee.