Adrian Press Sarcasm

"Who is my neighbor?" asks Eev. J. Hutchinson, of Milan, in his text. 'wo to one, somebody's hens have been i the elder's peas. Chelsea's telephone exchange costs ïtizens $18 for business service and 15 for private use, per year. It seems ulgar to pay such low priees. An Ann Arbor liveryman, it is aserted, resembles George Washington, ndeed ! George Washington had the eputation of being one of the flnest oker players of his time. Amos Corey, of Ann Arbor, was not osted of the whereabouts of a certain hair, and feil over it in the dark and was very seriously injured without ven then finding out just where it was. A tramp left a fine sugar bowl in a Dexter barn last week. This shows iat beneath the humble, ragged vest f the homeless wanderer beats an imulse of reflnement that admires and eaches after the finer works of art. The Livingston county fair is swampd to the neck in debt, while the Wash,enaw Fair association enjoys a rightous prosperity, even if ita secretary id get hooked by a buil, and will this all give the finest exhibition of its hisory. A furious splashing in the water uner Huron street bridge, Ann Arbor, attracted the attention of two young men, who by moonlight saw what they ;hink was a man, to whom they called ; mt he made no answer, and ran splutering down stream, out of sight. It was probably a mermaid. The Ann Arbor Courier thinks that tate troops should march to the enampment, but the Times asserts that t would cost $30,000 instead of $2,500, and sees in the plan a chance to rake art of the surplus the legislature in its )road-hearted penuriousness with-held rom the university. Yes, the universiy is footing it, this year, while the roops ride. "Col." Jeff Davis, of Ann Arbor, oloied, was born the slave of the brother of the Confedérate president, efferson Davis, but escaped before the var by tunneling under the Ohio river. He lfcnew and was on a pretty nearly qual footing with Henry Clay and Tom Marshall, who occasionally had a Kenucky bender, and whom he, "Col. Jeff," bas assisteil to bed in their boots when neither of them could get through a doublé door without hitting both sides of the casing. An Ann Arbor man just returned from Zukey lake, had for his companion one of the meanest men the Press has ever heard of. They had in their boat the old style muzzle-loading guns. By accident the Ann Arbor man dropped his powder flask overboard. He couldn't swim, but the other could and offered to dive for it, which he did. As he did not reappear in due time, the Ann Arborite peered down and saw him sitting on the bottom of the lake, pouring the powder out of the Athenian's flask into his own. There has been a coolness between them ever since.