Miss Lulu Osborne and George Knoll, of this city, were married last Sunday, and last evening their 'friends" gave thera a grand serenade and the Third ward resounded like a carao of Appaches with a war dance in progress. Horns, tin pans, bells and other instruments of acoustic torture and discordant concord, were brought into play. These demonstrations seemed to cali for a response and refreshments and cigars were sent out. The celebration was so hearty and joyous as to even wake up the pólice who arrived in time for fried cakes. The pólice know a good thing as well as other peop'le.