Smith's Gingersnaps

SMITH'S GINGERSNAPS.

The Jackson Herald Paragraphic Printer of Peculiar Events.

An Ann Arbor laundryman's horse, left standing ran off and when found was alone in front of the Y. M. C. A, building. Thus for the first time was the driver brought into association with a spiritual laundry; but whether the beast (the horse) was divinely wrought upon, or merely exercised good horse sense, has not yet been revealed.

It is a mighty dry day when Justice Duffy does not have an opportunity to write "Dk in St." - Ann Arbor Times. Poor Duffy! When we knew him, there wasn't a straighter boy in Ann Arbor. My ! how office holding sometimes gets a man down! "Dk. in St." - Drunk in street! or, is that something he writes in his docket against other names?

"Ask nothing but what is right and submit to nothing that is wrong," was Seward Cramer's parting injunction to Eddie Christensen as the latter joined the Benevolent and Protective order of Benedicts today. - Ann Arbor Argus. If Christensen neglects advice No. 1, or attempts to carry out advice No. 2, it is our opinion that there will be a row in the Christensen family. Annexation is dangerous in any event.

John Parker, arrested in Ann Arbor for larceny, and bound over, but discharged, in leaving the jail, was so overcome with a sense of the kindness of the Pingree boys around there that he couldn't bear to leave without something in the way of a souvenir or keepsake. Turnkey Wackenhut's overcoat seemed about the right thing and he went to Detroit. When he got there, by some strange co-incidence the overcoat was there also. Wackenhut took cold without it, and then took a warrant and went after Parker, who was found, very warm and comfortable and glad to see his old friend of the Judson staff. He pleaded guilty and is doing 65 days in Joe Nicholson's house of correction at Detroit.

A Mosherville farmer, on an advertisement in the Farm Journal, of Philadelphia ordered from Decatur a new kind of potato, which proved not at all like the genuine. The lot was small and scabby. The editor had guaranteed the honesty of all ads. He made demands on the Decatur potato bug to settle. The bug sent a check to the farmer, and it was protested with charges. Then the editor in Philadelphia put up his own good money, which showed him to be like all (good) editors, honest, if not smart. Moral: Don't chase after unknowns, but apply to Judge Newkirk, of Ann Arbor who, knows how to nurse a common seedling up to four pounds weight without skipping any of his official duties.

W. W. Wedemeyer, deputy railroad commissioner, will not serve in that capacity beyond his present term. Having formed a law partnership with M. J. Cavanaugh, of Ann Arbor, he has recently refused the urgent solicitation of the governor, to become his private secretary. There, gentlemen, is a young man whom official dignities cannot render dizzy headed. He is a brainy, broad-guage, business-like representative of high grade morals, and decency and purity in politics. Mr. Wedemeyer, has, the Herald trusts, many hopeful, successful years before him, and it also desires to one day salute him as governor of the state, or one of its United States senators. He will now attend strictly to the law; but the Herald, before dismissing him to his practice, warns him that he will not be permitted to lose himself from the public gaze. The state has use for just such a man; and by state service, no reference is had to the penitentiary.