Roundabouts

Dr. A. W. Smith, of Adrián, has been placed at the head of the exscutive committee of the republican state commitee. Lor', but won't the campaign literature fly! D. J. Marple, of Lansing, whipped a carpet for his wife, blistered nis hand, and is now suffering from a bad case of blood poisoning. He is sorry now that he didn't whip his wife instead of the carpet. The editor of the Grass Lake News, whose unromantic soul could not be stirred up by the muse with a two-inch crow-bar, asserts that there is one creditable thing to be said of Tom Barkworth - "he never wrote poetry." The Adrián sports are very level headed. They all left their pocket books at the Park hotel. They did not for a minute doubt their boys' ability to down the Lotus club, but . - : Monroe Democrat. But had a suspicion that they might have their pockets picked, eh? The fellow that wants to be president of the village, senator, minister to China, a benefactor of his race and get solid with the girls, should take a tight grip on a hammer and drive the nails on the sidewalks down about two inches, around the village. - South Lyon Excelsior. The Northville Record is revenged. It credits the Adrián Press with a large fat paragraph, over which the carpenter of these 'bouts slaved near half an hour. A colored camp-meeting in Zabel & Crosby's grove, Petersburg, (irew 1,500 peop'.e last Sunday. Zabel is a populist and expects by this move to steer the African vote of the second district in the populist pen. A trotting moose is attracting rauch attention at Charlotte. Arrangements are being made to race him against horses at the fair. His owner drives him to cart and those who have seen him go claim that a trotting hore is not in it when they try to beat him.- Lansing Democrat. A load of straw and Ben Calhoun, of London, went bottomside up into a ditch last week. The horses divided the wagon, leaving Ben half, and ' left him to come home some hours afterwards, or as soon as he could dig from the bottom to the top of the pile. When he crawled to the surface he was sweaty and j fatigued, and mad enough to go home and whip his wife. Having crossed his drinks twice, the Kalamo correspondent of the Charlotte Leader Iets loose the following lurid description of the way it appeared to him: The son rising through a bank of smoke in the morning looking like a red hot ball peering through a smoking furnace and almost eclipsed by the rolling clouds of smoke and as it sinks toward the western horizon the night orb slowly fades from view and disappears in a smoky sunset.