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the flying bricks, and still shudders as he recalls how near he came to taking the part of leading man at a funeral. | Will Wed' Thursday. Tom Corbett, of A. L. Novel's clothing house, has gone to St. John's, Mich. his many friends will be glad to hear that Tom is about to take a life "partner" from that place-Miss Myrtie Wise. She is a highly esteemed young lady and a graduate of the Ann Arbor High School, class of '93, and has many friends. The wedding will take place at the bride's home, Thursday, July 5th, at 2 p.m. W. J. Murphy and Chas. Allmand will be present and act as groomsmen and Miss Noll, of this city, and a young lady of St. John's as bridesmaids. The happy couple will sail July 7th for Ireland, where they will stay three months, visiting Tom's former home. The Argus and hosts of friends wish the couple a long and happy life. | Two-Ring Circus Coming. The scheme of the street railroad resurrectionists, is to construct two loops in the system. One will traverse Hill, to E. University; thence to Monroe, to State, and State to William. The second loop will go by the fairground, and back by Forest avenue to Packard. It seems as though these loops would do business profitably. It is confidently hoped, from the nature of the proceedings now in hand, that the expected awakening will prove something more than a beautiful hot weather delirium, and that the Lazarine corpse, which for weeks has seemed so terribly dead as to suggest the attention of the health board, will come forth, purged of its mortality, sins and saucy motor men, and become what it should the pet of the town and the profit of the bondholders. Get out your cars and touch the button, gentlemen! | "Sound the Loud Timbrel!" The great Columbian organ, with a set of pipes longer than the Ann Arbor sewer system, and less déadly at the joints, will become the property and the pride of the University Musical society. At a meeting of the directors of the society, held Friday evening, it was decided to make the purchase at once. The funds for the purchase are not all at immediate command, but the situation is such as to justify reliance on future providence for the unprovided balance. Drafts on the party referred to have usually been generously honored and it is not thought that one further demand will be allowed to go to protest. The organ is one of the largest, if not the largest, in the country. It will occupy as much room as a Wonderland fat woman in a car seat, but this cannot be helped. The proudest event in the history of this Columbian thunderer will ever be that of its removal from Festival Hall at the World's Fair, to the center of harmony, in the most famous university in America.| We Are a City of 11,153 Ann Arbor is no Babylon, yet she sits a queen, is no widow, has plenty of admirers and knows no sorrow. She may not be exactly young in the strict sense, but she is still growing and the growth is healthy. It is not the flabby growth of green childhood, nor the diseased growth of dropsy-just a natural,healthy, happy, rosy-cheeked growth. The census just finished shows the population of Ann Arbor to be 11,159, an increase of 1,722 since the census of 1890. It has been a pleasant fancy of many citizens that the returns would show not less than 12,000, but in strict regard for truth, it was necessary to murder 841 people in cold blood, and this was done. The undertakers, however, never made a cent out of it. The dead buried their dead-an idea of reciprocity as old as Scripture, though James G. Blaine claimed the priority of discovery. The 12,000 mark, however, would have been fully attained but for the failure of the First and Fifth wards to better their records. The population by wards is as follows: First, 2,515; Second, 2,129; Third, 1,929; Fourth, 1,905; Fifth, 737; Sixth, 1,938. The same wards in 1890 inventoried thus: First, 2,462; Second, 1,676; Third, 1,503; Fourth, 1,619; Fifth, 719; Sixth, 1,452. Michigan has a few larger cities than Ann Arbor, but none prettier be found except by those who in this world shall have so lived as to entitle them to a residence in the mid-air city "not made with hands,: with its golden streets and almost total absence of Chicago, Adrian and Ypsilanti population. | Not in the Field. Dr. A. W. Smith, of Adrian, on his way from Lansing to Adrian, was a caller at the Argus office, Saturday, and passively submitted to a search for the discovery of his congressional boom. It was not in his pockets, but may have been packed in his grip at the Cook house. Dr. Smith's name has been freely used in Monroe and Lenawee counties as that of an available republican candidate. He announces that he is not in the field and the Argus takes him at his word. The doctor was formerly secretary of the republican state central committee, has been four years Register of Deeds of Lenawee county and is now a member of the Republican State Central Committee. But he is not a candidate for congress and asserts that the use of his name in that the use of his name in that connection is pure atmospheric pressure. The doctor is a gentlemen of elegant presence and ministerial bearing and is often mistaken for a clergyman. A good story was related of him some time ago by the Chicago News. Being in Chicago one day the doctor stepped into a hat store to make a purchase and having selected a shining galgatha, asked the price. "Seven dollars," answered the clerk. The doctor placed his hand on the clerk's shoulder and observed solemnly, "My friends, that's a little high." "You are a clergyman, are you not?" asked the clerk. The doctor nodded ministerially. "Then I can let you have it for six dollars." The doctor hesitated. "It is rather shiny for my plain people." "O, no; just the thing," chirped the clerk. "Well," resumed the doctor, as he "tawed" over the cash, "I'll take it, and if my congregation don't like it they can go to _____." | What's Your Name, Please? A couple from somewhere about the Ypsilanti country dropped in at the county clerk's office last week, in pursuit of a marriage license. A friends steered the parties in, and after the gentleman who was to become the head of the house had taken a seat in the inquisitorial chair, the young lady and friend withdrew. "Your name, please," was the musical inquiry of the agreeable lady deputy. It was given, together with such other personal information is as usual in the way of fulfilling the law. "What is the lady's name?" "Miss-why Miss-" A wild, confused look overspread the face of the expectant groom and he cast his eyes toward the overhead wall as if to wrest from the upper spheres the fairy name that is so strangely eluded him. He wrestled mightily with the problem and got red in the face. No use. Suddenly he rushed to the door. The bride to-be was not out of sight. She was retreating but was yet, as the mountaineer southerners say, "within a whoop and a holler" of the court house, and by a series of "whoops," "hollers" and gesticulations her affi-