A new arrival of a little girl at the house of L. J. Cady last Friday.
 

JIM Van Camp’s little 15 lb. Daughter that arrived last Thursday night
is red headed, and Jim is as happy as a lord.  Who comes next?
 

A little stranger called at a rather unseasonable hour last Sunday morning, at the house of Alfred Volk, who took him in and cared for him just as a father should, and now he is the happiest being in the world.
 

That pretty little boy that made its appearance at the Francart mansion last Friday night weighs two pounds.  Charley Ungry thinks its dog-go’n’d small.
 

GEORGE DESPINS amuses himself evenings, playing with a brand new boy which was presented to him by his wife, last Tuesday.

H. G. MORGAN goes around now with a new species of smile—it is a crop between a gentle smile and a hearty laugh—upon his face.  Morgan has always had a smile on his face, but the one he carries now is more expressive than any we ever saw on his countenance before.  “What causes his ecstacy?”  You will ask.  Here is the answer to the question:  That little bright eye beauty weighs eight pounds, and he will, we hope , at some future time, be president of the United States.  Now who blames H. G. M. for feeling happy.
 

THE ARRIVAL of a stranger at the residence of Mr. John Hoffman on the 7th inst., is the cause of much joy.  It is a girl.

FIN DORR came down town Saturday morning, looking as if he had fallen heir to an immense fortune.  He would stop and laugh all to himself.  When questioned as to reason for such manifestations of joy, he closed one eye and whispered.  It is a girl and all hands including the father are doing well.

A VERY YOUNG man came to Mr. LeClair’s one day last week, and insisted on remaining.  Oliver has had to buy a new cradle, and Harvey Ruelle is now a grandpa.
 

The remains of Samuel Moore were brought from Michigan to this city Saturday night, and taken to Maple Valley for burial. Mr. Moore was a young man much respected by all who enjoyed his acquaintance.

Last Tuesday night while Phil Shell was perambulating toward the Bay Shore, he wondered into a slough and wallowed about in the mud and sawdust for several hours before he succeeded in reaching terra firma. It is a wonder that he got out at all, as the night was very dark, the water up to his mouth which he had to place where the top of his head ought to be, to prevent the mud and sawdust from running in.

On the 25th ult., John Danak, of this city, and Miss Anna Kuccra, of West Kewaunee, were joined in holy bands of matrimony at the home of the bride. We are unacquainted with either of the interested parties, but wish them heaps of happiness just the same.
 

DICK CODE is the happiest man in Pensaukee these days, and so he ought to be, for his little son is a big baby with blue eyes, “and the color of its eyes is a sort of delicate ginger”