They have the regular old-fashioned, traditional towel at the Pewamo Plaindealer office. At least here is that journals description of it : " One day last week, a boy pat hls head In the door of our aanctuin, and asked us who was ilead. We told hlm ' no one In particular that we knew of.' Then says the boy ' what yer got crape on the door for V We went out and looked, aud found that our devll had hung the office towel on the door laten whlle he went over to the railroad depot to set hls watcli.' " This remiods us of a Hule incident that happened during the war. A regiment of colored troops were coming into a certain city not a hundred miles from Ann Arbor, to have a jollifleation, and if possible recruit their ranks. As they carne marching up the street the office devil- where the writerwas then employed- wasseized with an insane desire to raise a flag upon the pole abovo the office. Not finding the stars and stripes, he seized the office towel as being the nearest thing to it, and before anybody realized what he was about, had it flying at mast head. Then there wat music in store for the boys. The colored troops swore it was a black flag, and ineant " no quarter," and demanded of theowner of the building who kept a atore below, an apology. Of cour.se he was ignorant of the affair, and went up to investígate. Whew ! how blue t was around there for a time I Hut not a soul could be found who knew aoything about it, though a reward of $50 was offered for the culprit. The writer was appointed a o nnmittee of one to haul down the offonding rag, which he did amidst the groan of jthc multitude. The poor, unwashed, innocent towel had created a terrible breeze, but who hoisted it reuiains to this day a niy.-tery as deep as that surrounding the whereabouts of Charlie Ros.