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Roundabouts

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Parent Issue
Day
5
Month
October
Year
1894
Copyright
Public Domain
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G. W. Gust, of Morenci, is .running for treasurer on the Lenawee democratie ticket. He is very popular and the republicans are disGusted. At Jasper they play ball with such fierceness that a blacksmith uaraed Bacon now lies insensible from a wild ball in the ear, and does not know whether he is Bacon or Shakespeare. Farmers of southern Michigan pay high prices to corn cutters this fall. The scarcity of help is largely due to the number of local orators who are on the stump this fall, but ought to be in the cornfield. The hair of some of the Deerfield, Lapeer county, people has recently turrted white, at the sight of a black apparition running about in the woods armed with short horns and cloven feet. They are easier now. It turned out to be a black calf gone wild. The snake editor of the Ann Arbor Courier credits an item from this paper to the defunct Brighton Citizen. It seems a pity to have the Courier's excellent reputation for strict reliability ruined by its snake editor. - Brighton Express. Howell is soon to have a soldiers' monument, to be erected near the entrance. of the cemetery. It will be unveiled on the next Memorial day. G. W. Griffin &Co. is the name of a new firm organized at Dundee as a fruit tree nursery farm. The test is yet to come. It is neither "By their fruit ye shall know them. The air gun factory at Plymouth is about to resume business, in spite of the political air-guns who saw in the Wilson bill "death and dumned oblivion" to American industries. South Lyon is threatened with a new newspaper. Who the misguided object is who wants to brave starvation and a grave in the potter's field by competing with the only paper that can live there, we do not , know; but to a fellow " who likes that sort of thing, why that's the sort of thing he likes." The Saline Observer calis the Arm Arbor people cranks who object to cement crosswalks as dangerous. All right; let the editor of the Observer go on in his reckless career; but when some'wintry morning he rises froci the street with his neck broken, don't let hitn say he was not warned by the Argus. The Brighton Express prints a lurid editorial against the Fowlerville Review, for asserting that "Fowlerville is the place for a young man to come to when in want of a good wife." It gives the Review "the lie with circumstance," and claims Brighton to be the only lovely girl hatchery of the world. A duel may result. Weapons, squirt guns. Distance, 40 rods. Dr. Wood, of Palmyra, is disgusted with his young bull-dog, which he had trained up carefully to hunt coons. He let him loose the other night, and the idiot didn't know any more than to tackle and kill a 12-pound 'possum. The ! or feels so discouraged that he would trade the ornery, short-tailed, ooth-showing galoot for a prize ersey cow. Fred Ellis, engineer of the Chnon eider mili, incautiously edged 00 near a revolving shaft, which relieved him of his pantaloons, took off his shirt and left him, except for his necktie, looking like Adam efore the transgression. He didn't mind that, but it made him very mad to have to go and buy more clothes, right in the time when the ugh tariff folks teil us we are ruined 3y Wilson billisrh. The editor of the Grass Lake NTews has been made a victim of misplaced confidence. He trusted tiis grocer to select two dozen eggs for him - that is, the grocer trusted him for two dozen eggs, eleven of which were of the same flavor as Ypsilanti mineral soft drink. In these days of rotten moral degeneracy the bestowal of confidence in our fellow men is like casting pearls before swine in the third ward of Ann Arbor. Jacob Cruse, over in Brooklyn, is a careless man. He feil down stairs and land' . a big egg crate, utterly demoraiizing many dozens of eggs, notwithstanding the scarcity all cver the country. Such a heedless destruction of an important article of food will créate dissatisfaction in the public mind. All the harm it did to Jake was to break two ribs and round up the end of his hackhone in the shaDe of a letter T.

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Ann Arbor Argus
Old News