Snap Shots

SNAP SHOTS.

Ann Arbor has no cut rate barber shops but talk is cheap in all of them.

One week from next Wednesday the man who "knew just how it was going to happen" will have his day.

It was a Pingree republican who said Burrows is like a bass drum -- lots of noise but nothing in him.

The Ann Arbor Gun Club should remember that many good marksmen in this world will be unable to miss fire in the next.

If Hank Smith never took himself seriously before, he will have an excellent opportunity the day after the votes are counted.

Among the multiplicity of campaign "jokes" Frank Jones' candidacy for prosecuting attorney should not be overlooked.

A Cuban barbed wire barricade could not stop Nate Sutton's charge on that seat in the legislature, for Nate is a clipper himself.

Republican campaign meetings thus far may have been attended in spirit but the persons have not made much of a showing on the per capita basis.

The fact that Sam Burchfield kicks when he finds water in the milk will not be accepted as conclusive evidence that he has left the prohibition party.

If the allegations made in some of the divorce oases on file in the circuit court are true, some of the participants will need fire proof wings if they expect to be angels.

A prophet may be without honor in his own country, but the seer who is willing to guarantee his political forecasts can do a lucrative business in Michigan this fall.

"Merch" Goodrich is a man of such determined purpose and exhaustless patience that when he can't get next any other way he goes to a barber shop and waits his turn.

When that new drinking fountain is set up on the corner of the court house square the inmates of that building will have no further excuse to go across the street after a drink.

While the perhaps-to-be-united Golf Clubs of Ann Arbor and Ypsilanti are looking around for missing links they may pick up some of those Pingree has dropped from the republican machine.

Ypsilanti aldermen are starting in a sidewalk reform on the sound money plan of a side-walk-just-as-good-as-every-other-side walk and might obtain a few valuable pointers from W. W. Whedon.

If that Ohio man who wrote Acting Prosecuting Attorney Brown about a mysterious murder committed a long time ago in this county is working a fake he should know that "Art" is something of a fakir himself.

If the old saying "that the still sow drinks the swill" applies to local politics this fall, the trough is playing to a crowded house, for never before has there been so little outward manifestation of political interest even in an "off year."

Because hope springs eternal in the human breast may be the reason that the pool of despondency is always slopping over, but here's a straight tip that the fellow who bets on the democratic ticket this fall won't raise the general level of that pool.

Frank Jones is going into the prosecutor's office on the installment plan. If he gets half enough votes this year he will try and get the other half two years hence. Hoping, in the meantime, that the glory he gets out of this campaign will keep the flies off his memory that long.

Hon. John C. Sharpe, republican candidate for state senator, called on the Argus-Democrat last Friday and increased the cash receipts of the best newspaper in Washtenaw county one silver dollar. It will hardly be expected that this friendly visit will made the subject of a sharpe editorial.

A certain scientist whose researches have given him more than a local reputation thinks that the earth wobbles. Another Ann Arbor man who makes no pretensions to scientific attachments had similar thoughts as he steered homeward at 2 a.m. Sunday morning. In this case the difference between champagne and real pain was only a question of time.