Alack For Ypsilanti

After clinging with feet, hands and eyebrows, to the idea of a new opera house, and straining every lirab and ligament, and nerve and muscle in that direction, Manager P. W. Shute, of Ypsilanti, feels compelled to acknowledge that his expectations have proven a blanked barren ideality. This is not Manager Shute's fault. He has endeavored by all the devices and stratagems in his power, to realize something more than an air-castle or mirage handed down out of the heavens. Several times he had as many schemes, worked up to a point where each seemed hung on a hair-trigger and would "go" on the slightest pull; but they missed fire. Vpsilanti's only hope of an opera house this season is to purchase a circus tent and clapboard it.