Letter From Don Stark

Portress Monroe, Virginia. Dear Mother- I am at the general hospital and am feeling pretty good. We have things fixed up in good shape here, and good clean quarters. I am the only Ann Arbor boy who was wounded, and the rest are feellng fine, were when I left. We came up from Cuba on the City of Washington, which ■was in charge of Dr. Nancrede. Heand Dr. Vaughan have always attended to my arm. It is healing rapidly and I will soon be home. You need not worry as I am under very good care. Write soon. Your loving son, DOX. When Don Starke had his arm shot off, some of the boys who thought they were getting too close within the range of the Spanish guns proceeded to scatter. " 'You're damned flne soldlers, you are,' declared Starke, holding up the bleeding stump of his shattered arm, while with the other he tried to poise his musket. - Detroit Tribune. ION KN'TIOX XOTES. The irrepressible "Doe" Smith, of Adrián, is quartered at the Cook House. His familiar clerical look accompanies him While at the Columbian exposition, in Chicago, Mr. Smith concluded to purchase a new plug hat. One of the clerks in the store immediately recognized in Mr. Smith one of Chicago's eminent Catholic divines. "I wish to tnake the purchase of a new hat, if you please," eaid Mr. Smith. "Yes, fatl'.er, this way pleae," said the clerk. When Lenawee's chief Republican politician had succeeded in selectin? his hat, he asked the in-ice of the same. "The pric of that hat is $7.50, father, but I'll let you have it for $5." "I thank you, sir," replied Mr. Smith. "It is a beautiful hat and fits you well," continued the clerk after he had received the price for the hat. "What will your congregation say, father, when they see you in your new hat?" "I don't give a - d - m what they'll say!" replied Mr. Smith as he lef the store. " Wedemeyer," said Hank Smith, "is one of the nioest young men I ever saw. He is such an innocent acting individual that I cali him the vestal virgin of the eandidates. Dam if I don't think I would turn over my boom to him if he would ask me. You can't refuse u man like him anything." Hank Smith, of Adrián, is the wittiest of the eandidates. He invited a couple of men to whom he had been introduced up to his headquarters. ' I am sorry that we can't help you out," said one of them, "but the fact is neither of us are deiegates and both of us are Democrats." "I guess I had better send for a cork screw in that case," said the Adrián candidate. Among Charley ïownsend's faithful Jackson cohorts is Dr. O. R. J. Hanna than whom there is no more genial and accomplished gentleman in the central city. Ex-Senatr Chas. H. Smith and Charles Blair, Townsend's law partners, are active workers in the interest of the Jackson candidate. Our Wede is the most modest and innocent of the eandidates, Hank Smith is the wit, Charlie Townsend resembles a clergyman, Bishop is a dude and Spalding reminds one of the old war horse. It was quite nuticeable in theCook House lobby that old-time Bepublican war horses like the following were conspicuous for their absence: Junius Beal, A. J. Sawyer, John P. Lawrence, Reuben Kempf, Col.Dean, Major Stevens, G. F. Allmendinger, John Heinzmann, and others. When surrounding counties have a candidate, all their great and honorable men come out and hustle for them. IN JÜLY, The soda fountain's on the fizz, The ice cream signs are out, The sun's hot rays are falling on The frames of mortals stout. The water-melon's on the pile, To tempt all those who pass; The lemon slice on water floats, But never nears the glass. The bathing suit is on the girl Who's romping on the sand, And why that suit is never wet Some folks well understand. The painted shirt is on the dude, The dude is on the mash, The bill is on the chap who treats Unül he's out of cash. The gay mosquito's on the wing, And also on the bite, And faces that were fair to see Oft sadly change at night. The lovers in the hammock swing, And future bright is planned, But hammock ropes are on the break, So on the earth they land. The dust is lying on the road When bikers dash away, But through the mud they push their wheels As back to home they stray. Variety's the spice of life, 'Tis useless to deny, And those who like tlrit kind of spice Can find it in July. Henry Brown, of Jackson, is visitlng Chas. Huhn. Mrs. W. W. Douglass is visiting her daughter, Mrs. Howard Bement.