The Adrian Press Has

Ann Arbor is grasping after Ypsilanti'e underwear factory. Thia is likely to unravel the, friendship of the twins which never was very firmly kuit. Tlio boy who thinks lio is a raiiroad train, and is in Ann Arbor jail for thinking so, awaiting a bertli at Pontiac showed the other day that there was soine aas about ii is lunacy. He shut tli e windows of his room and turned on the gas. Tlie poor fellow was sane enough to know that he was crazy, and that suicide was (he proper tliing. ïlie authorities found him insensible and restored hiin. Cari Poegel broke the peace and some of tfie furniture about his house at Ann Arbor,. and when an offlcer called, Poegel poked him over the "peeper" with a pounder. The poundee then poked Poegel in jail, put a piece of pulpy porterhouse over the pounded peeper, put in a warrant for assault and battery, and peremptorily "petered out" as a peace maker in the Poegel precinct. "Think of the time lost by a stopped watcli" exclaims an advertiser in the Ann Arbor Courier. Think rather of the time lost by winding a Waterbury. A released inmate of the Washtenaw county jail, has imparted in confldence to the Chelsea Standard, that the molasses department is run on a corrupt basis. He asserts that whether there are two prisoners or twenty, the allowance of molasses per meal is exactly two qnarts. Ou this probably prejudiced report, the Standard is veiling for reform in the adrninistration of molasses. It was the brain of a Ypsilantian that at last brought forth perpetual motion. 3Ir. Mott is the inventor. Bon, Mott ! You have a good thing. The device so shifts the seat of power that the energy is constantly self applied, never runs down, and assuming that the concern would not wear it out, would run on and on and never stop. It is wound up like a populist orator - for permanent "keeps." Gigantic preparations for the annual "Washtenaw horse, buil, agricultural, mechanical and literary exposition, next fall, are already in progresa. If the hopes of the management are realiz ed, the late world's fair would be in comparison as a huckleberry to a Hubbard squash, or a pin-tailed calí to prize steer. The wheel-barrow is not farther ahead of the old "crotch drag" than the modern Washtenaw fair, of its predecessors.