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An Albion Breath

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Parent Issue
Day
17
Month
July
Year
1894
Copyright
Public Domain
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A large, elegant fly had just slipped up and broken its neck on the forehead of Justice Pond, yesterday, when Charles Tuller, of Albion, was escorted into the magisterial presence. Charles was found about two o'clock in the morning by Officer Collins snoring quietly in the ditch, and on being aroused muttered, "I shzay, ole feller, lez go to'n nuther hotel. Thish blank hotel leaksh." It is probable that but for part of a bottle of whiskey found in his pocket, Mr. Tuller of Albion, would have taken his death a-cold; and yet there are those who decry the merits of whiskey and seek to suppress the traffic, notably Mr. Dickie, late of Albion, where, almost in the blessed shadow of the college, hallowed with the doctrines of the prohibition party Mr. Tuller alleges that he obtained the fluid, which saved his Ufe. Got it Sunday, too, and carne to Ann Arbor on a night train to enjoy it. Lacking eight penal dollars the sheriff has his body.

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Subjects
Ann Arbor Argus
Old News