Snap Shots

Clay Green has made arrangements to ship his corn to 8t. Clair Flats by schooner. Many have remarked the improvement that the removal of the unsightly telegraph and telephone poles has made on Main street. If anyone should liken the career of the distinguished editor oí the Times to the swift and silent course of a bicycle jusremember that they both travel on coiopressed air. The Ann Arbor Humane society has decided that Dexter, Chelsea, Saline and Manchester are in need of societies of thiskind and will pro ceed to institute thematonce. This information is especially -welcome to The Dbmoceat for we are now assured that suchiold stagers as By Whittaker, Hi Lighthall, W. L. Watkins and John Gillen will be properly proteeted. Art Brown was riding down to Ypsilanti the other evening on his bicycle. He noticed ahead of him a couple of girls. Justas he was overtaking thern to pass by one of the girls dropped back. The Ann Arbor attorney passed her and carne silently on to the leader. 8he did not look up but supposing thatit was hergirl companion made a remark that might be translated into the fact that she wished her saddle was an easy chair and the aldermaa blushed so red that he looked like an Italian sunset and stammered out his regrets that she was so uncomfortable. It will be remembered that no long since Editor Lisemer publicly (that is as publicly as he could in the columns of the Times) promisec $100 to the flrst employé of the Times who should yoke him or herself in matrimonial harness. Rince that offer was made there has been a great deal of clandestine skirmishing all along the line in that office from the devil down and that $100 has hung to Lisemer's pile by a very slender thread. There is just one way in which the money can be saved to Lisemer's heirs and if appearances count for anything he is going to grasp the opportunity and make himself a wedding present. In an old garret at Dexter last week Judge Newkirk discovered an old bounty order of the towiiship of Scio which is of especial interest jast now. The order is for $100, was issued Sept. 1, 1864, to N. C. Goodale and signed by Patrick Tuomey, supervisor, and Keiran Castello, clerk. It was paid April 2, 1866, by J. P. Miller the then treasurer. Patrick Tuomey is the only one of the principáis in the transaction who is now living in Scio. N. C. Goodale, since deceased, was at that time a successful miller at Delhi, and, althougn above military age, considered it his duty to send a substitute. The order was iseued to him instead of to his sübstitute. Gen. Spalding's political strength is the result of a carefully devised and assidulously cultivated Spaldonian hand shake, rather than an acute preceptien of the perplexing problems of statecraft. And in this particular line the General is an acknowledged artist. It is with him the only "safe" road to the hearts of theconstituency; it is the beginning and the end of campaign argument. He never misses an opportunity to exercise "the glad hand" on a constituent, and, if he has forgotton his patronymic, Bill or Tom will do just as well' if spoken with sufticient heartiuess. In this connection a very awkward blunder of Spalding's is related. He was attending a picnic in his home county whereitwas assen tial that he should cultívate the aequaintance of every male citizen above the age of 21 years. Meeting a young farmer while his prompter was absent the general grabbed the granger's hand, exclaiming in his most eflusive manner, "How are jou John, glad to see you. How's your father, is he here today?" "Father," replied the farmer in unfeigned surprise, "father's been dead nigh onto flve years." Matters were smoothed over by a few diplomatic inquiries after members of the young man's family who, fortunately for the general, were still living and then the latter pursued his hand shaking career through the crowd. In the course of an hour the general ran against this same young man and forgetting the former episode, greeted him as warnily as before with, "Helio Louis, glad to see you dovn today. How's your father?" "He is still dead," replied the farmer.