Washtenawisms

What

You want of a medicine is that it shall do you good—purify and enrich your blood, throw off that tired feeling, and give you health, strength, courage and ambition.

Hood's

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Sasparilla

Builds up the nerves by feeding them on pure blood, creates an appetite by toning the digestive organs, overcomes That Tired Feeling by giving you vitality to the blood, and gives sweet refreshing sleep. You may realize that Hood's Sarsaparilla

Does

this by giving it a fair trial. Insist upon Hood's and only Hood's. $1; six for $5.

Hood's Pills act harmoniously with Hood's Sarsaparilla. 26c.

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WASHTENAWISMS.

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Philena Taylor, formerly of saline, died recently at Dowagiac.

The newly elected officers who will preside over the K. O. T. M. tent at Saline the coming year are: Com., S. R. Cristenden; Lt. Com., John Luts; R. K., W. D. Mead; F. K., A. C. Clarke; Chap., Ira Wood; Physician, C. F. Underkircher;  Sar., C. R. Parsons; M. at A. Emanuel Cook; First M. of the G., J. W. Wheelock; Second M. of the G., H. O. Lambkin; Sen., Walter Bailey; Picket, Wilber Cornish.

Miss Jennie Lindsley and Wm. Klein, both of Saline, were united in marriage at the home of the bride on Wednesday last week. The wedding was largely attended. 

The Hillsdale Leader speaks about the "Kake Shore road." That's a sweet blunder for a newspaper to make concerning this road. Usually they give it "L"—Adrian Press.

Mr. Stearns, of the Adrian Press, made the following "crack" last week at Mr. Smith, of the Monroe Democrat: The night after Christmas 32 Monroe-ites were locked up in the city lockup. Wasn't a newspaper man left to write up the locals till the fines had been paid. Great town that of Monroe. 

Hoover, of the Chelsea Standard, won't always have to kick about shoveling snow. He does here and in this wise: "The good things of this earth are not dealt out to all alike, the truth of which was forcibly impressed upon us yesterday morning when we were hard at work shoveling a bank of show two feet deep off our walk, while our neighbors were sitting by their fires enjoying our discomfort. The fact of the matter was that the wind had blown all the snow for forty rods [sic] around over our walk and those of our neighbors were swept by the wind as clean as though a broom had been used."

Wm. Eisenbeiser and Miss Jessie Bush, of Sylvan, were united in marriage on the 2nd inst.

Emily J. Boyer, of Chelsea, has united her fortunes with George D. Schatz, who takes her to the flowers and sunshine and fruit menu of Fresno, Cal.

Hiram Lightball's sawmill at Chelsea is running full blast with a force of six men. 

Brighton is agitating the question of whether it would be better to buy a quantity of four-foot wood and a number of bucksaws, and make the tramps who strike the place earn their lodging, or let them have it for nothing, as they do now. 

Earnest F. Daisher is a young man bailing from Macon, and while at work for Dr. Phillips, of Mooreville, became satisfied that Miss Nora Sanford, who was employed in the family, was the woman of destiny for him, and he arranged for their marriage Christmas at the home of their parents. The ceremony was slated for half-past six o'clock and a wedding feast was to follow. Bachelor neighbor, Mart Bailey, was requested to be best man. He shaved himself carefully, put on his "finest," and was on hand promptly, to see what the harvest would be. The German minister was present with license. A number of invited guests were on hand, and the supper table was prepared with the dainties of the season. The groom and bride had spent the day at Milan, and were to be back to complete the program. An hour passes. The minister was uneasy. He had a prior engagement to ear turkey, and this chance comes seldom to ministers and editors; so when the clock registered half-past seven with no contracting parties in sight, he decided to forgo his marriage fee and get his Christmas dinner which awaited him at Ridgeway. He allowed he would return in case the parties put in an appearance. Finally just as the guests were about to sit down for supper, the parties appeared and the guests were astonished to learn that the wedding had been postponed. The groom allowed that the weather was getting warm, the roads were bad, and the times hard and they had decided to wait till the daises bloomed in the spring, and the bobolinks warbled their notes of welcome, when lovers wandered over sheep pastures, and celery farms, and the air was redolent with the perfume of roses, instead of that from frozen cabbage leaves. The guests partook of the feast and considered it a Christmas dinner instead of a wedding banquet, and all went merry as a district school bell. The young people took a weeks visit, as a sort of brevet honeymoon, with a cousin near Tecumseh, and they will await the coming of the future, and keep the license of good faith.—Adrian Press.

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The Mooreville school house is newly "furnaced."

The Howell contingent is the univesity numbers a dozen.

Brighton has a new meat market, which makes a total of four.

Lew Wendhausen has turned up in Milan with a bride he married in Oklahoma. 

Citizens last Saturday helped ex-Congressman Gorman to celebrate his 45th birthday, at Chelsea.

Miss Ada Clare, of Manchester, has married Albert F. Kishpaugh, who is licker of stamps for the village of Clinton. 

Jimmey La Longe tobogganed into the open river at Dundee and came near opening the new year on a leger not built with hands. 

Jack McDaniels, a Wayne hermit, has lived in filth for many years. He was forcibly taken to the county house the other day with a chinking of chips. 

In attempting to removing a shaving rom in front of a planner, August Gutzidd, of Stockbridge, had enough of his hand eaten up to make an amputation at the wrist necessary. 

The Webberville News announces the reasons of last week's tardiness to be due to eating head cheese that had become poisoned by stnding. It came near marking Mr. Peek more peaked than usual. —Stockbridge Sun. 

E. L. Moore, of Rea, went to the bitters bottle the other day, but instead of his usual swig of medicine he took an usual swig of aconite. Had the village doctor been out of town the rea man would have been no Moore. The doctor was at home, however, and he is once more Moore. 

Orlando Boyd, of Sylvan, took a drop too much the other day, when he slipped off his horse as a result of the animal kicking up its heels. Orlando was thrown upon the hard, cold ground with that sickening thud which accompanies the casting off of the heavy villain in the modern school novel. Boyd didn't care so much about the thud business as he did about the fact that his shoulder and back were badly bruised.

A well dressed stranger stopped with R. N. Francisco, at Wayne, 'tother night and while the family clock was ticking off the early morning hours this well dressed stranger got up in the coldness of his charitably inclined host's best room and purloined $12 and a watch from the pocket of a junior Francisco. Then he hied himself away and disappeared as if the earth had made a meal of him, and the place of his present residence is no longer at 'Frisco, nor will it ever be at the Golden Gate. 

The new rector of St. Luke's, Ypsilanti, took charge Sunday. 

Patrick Pendergast's farm residence in Lyndon was destroyed by fire last week. 

The Dexter Leader is 27 years old. Of course John O. Thompson hasn't been its editor all that time, for John wasn't "old enough to know" during the first few years of that period. 

John W. Spoor, last year's worshipful master of the Washtenaw lodge, F. and A. M. at Dexter, was remembered on his going out of office with the new year, with a gold headed cane. Wirt Newkirk made the presentation speech in a flight that embraced everything from the Masonic symbols to the Venezuelan war. 

James Whitcomb, the inventor, has gone to Chicago to have constructed some bottles upon which he has applied for a patent. The distillers of fine brands of whiskeys claim there awaits a fortune for anyone who will invent a bottle that when emptied of its content cannot be refilled, making it imperative taht the retailers use the original packages and not fill labeled bottles from the barrel down cellar. Whitcomb thinks he has the right thing and has gone after the models. —Ypsilanti Sentinel. 

The hotel clerk filled all the lamps at the Belleville hotel with gasoline the other night and a serious catastrophe might have resulted has not one of the guests smelled the gasoline and an investigation been made. 

The plumbers, who have been at work at the Goodyear house for two weeks, left for Ann Arbor Sunday afternoon, having completed their work. —Manoheter Enterprise. The bank at Manchester is still doing business. 

The amusement goers at Manchester all got out in the cold the other night to see and hear the Boston Concert company. The management of the hall wanted his pay in advance, the bean eater wouldn't agree to that, and the Manchestervillians had to return home without hearing an agreppio agreppioed.

The first Catholic church in Dexter township was erected in 1840. The present church, in the village, was erected in 1874. 

Geo W. Hopkins, of Unadilla, and Miss Bertha Gulick, of Dexter, were married at Dexter New Years.

A number from here attended the leap year party at Mr. Baldwin's Tuesday night. One young gentlemen, in giving an account of the ride, said: "Only five couples in our sleigh. Each girl had a shawl and five shawls were all you could see." When questioned by his mother as to what that meant, he replied: "Oh, ma, we had an awful good time," and the mystery is yet unexplained.—Dexter Leader.

The Argus copies the following from the Grass Lake News with much pleasure: "A Grass Lake genius has invented a 'bed bug collection' which embodies the principle of the dust collector used in flour mills. Two have been ordered for Ann Arbor hotels."

There is an epidemic of whooping cough in Dexter township. 

The Podunkers argued Saturday night at their debating society that ignorance and inability have cause more financial loss to the farmers than political issues. Mr McKinley won the day for those who had the "inability" side of the question. 

The following persons attended the swell Kempf-Chandler wedding at Chelsea last week Wednesday: Mr. and Mrs. Reuben Kempf and daughter, Mrs. Rose Maier and daughters, Mr. C. F. Mutschel, and Miss Ruth Durheim of Ann Arbor; Miss Matilda Mutschel, of Flint; Mrs. Irene Myer, Miss Nina Myer, Mr. Ward Choate, Mrs. Minnie Choate, of Jackson, and Mr. and Mrs. D. S. Monroe, of Detroit.

Manchester comes to the front, Mary Ann, with the best story of the new year. The Lady Maccabees were organized into a hive of busy bees one night recently. The side saddle goat was brought from its stamping ground in the village hall loft, and some twenty ladies tried to stick on during its amusing gyrations. It is said they were dressed on the plan of a new woman, and that the initiation was a great success—not a success necessarily as a consequence, for it would have been a success anyway. Soon after the night of the initiation, Mrs. X's hired girl told Mrs. Z's hired girl all about the wonderful things that occurred a few nights previous, when the "Mackerbees had their nishiashun." A few days and the whole village was posted in the secrets of the order, and the dry goods clerks were giving trade the grip of the lodge and the small boys were standing on their heads with their fingers in their vest pockets to show passers-by that they were posted in the secret signs of the order. The investigation that followed disclosed the fact that one of the newly made members of the hive thought that initiation was such a novel performance that she had gone through the whole show for her hired girl. The hied girl hadn't been backward in disseminating the good news, and before nightfall the whole ceremony was known the length and breadth of the village. "Dede" Aitken and "Your Uncle Samuel" Boynton are said to be busily engaged in perfecting a new initiatory program for the hive of the future. 

The worthy poor who are traveling over the country and can't get to Geddes, Willis, Belleville or Budgetown will hereafter have a snap if they can only get to Ypsilanti. A poor fund is to be raised and left with the Michigan Central's policeman at the depot and anybody who is really trying to find a long lost brother or a cast off father will be furnished with sufficient cash to help him on his way rejoicing.

Owing to the relative hight price of woolen goods and cheapness of potatoes, an economical Ypsilanti house wife mended her husband's trousers with a potato patch.—Ypsilanti Commercial.—And put him to bed in an apri-cot.

Ypsilanti puts on considerable style since several of its society people had the pleasure of eating ice cream and hash at the million dollar Hopkins-Joy wedding in Detroit the other day.

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The Hardest Task.

I do believe that the common man's task is the hardest. The hero has the hero's aspiration that lifts him to his labor. All great duties are easier than the little ones, though they cost far more blood and agony. —Phillips Brooks.

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"The Common People,"

As Abraham Lincoln called them, do not care to argue about their ailments. What they want is a medicine that will cure them. The simple, honest statement, "I know that Hood's Sarsaparilla cured me" is the best argument in favor of this medicine, and this is what many thousands voluntarily say. 

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Hood's Pills for the liver and bowels, act promptly, easily and effectively. 

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Monroe Democrat Items.

"The newest thing in winter caps" is the girl baby of Mr. and Mrs. Chas. Lockwood, of Dundee.

Peter Dusbiber, of Ypsilanti, fed the ends of a couple of fingers into a sausage machine the other day and there are those in the city who insensibly may commit the crime of cannibalism. 

Ninety-three per cent of the pupil in one department at Milan neither absent or tardy during the months. How's that.—Ann Arbor Courier. That is just what puzzles us. It seems that the pupils left seven percent of themselves at home. 

A Jackson county school ma'am asks Prof. Pattengill which should take a bath the oftener, "the farmer or the student?" The Superintendent of Public Instruction is beginning to experience the retribution that some of his examination questions have brought upon him. The worm has turned. 

The first typewriter has at last arrived in Milan. In other respects Milan had always kept abreast of the rest of the world. She has a common council, fire department, schools, Sunday schools, a poker room (reached by a ladder) and the recollection off a stupendous scheme for making electric sugar and breaking New York greenhorns, who had little dreamed of the attainments reached by science in this "neck of the woods."

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The only remedy in the world that will at once stop itchness [sic] o the skin in any part of body that is absolutely safe and never filling, is Doans's Ointment. Get it from your dealer.

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PISO'S CURE FOR CONSUMPTION

25 CTS

CURES WHERE ALL ELSE FAILS,

Best Cough Syrup. Tastes Good. Use in time. Sold by druggists.