There is an old rooster in McMinnville, who has got into the habit of proposing to the girls of that town, and has made an unmitigated nuisance of himself. He called on a fair damsel one day last week, and poured his soul into her unwilling ear, declaring that it were better he be dead than to live without her. He then invited her, in his cracked voice, to become the companion of his declining years, the partner of his joys and sorrows, etc., etc.

She wanted none of him, however, and she went out and got several chums. Together they tied the aged swain to a bedpost and whaled him with a mop; then they combed his hair with a rake, put treacle and applejack on his old bald head and down his neck, and played the hose on him. He is now seeking the aid of the law for protection against the ire of the festive McMinnville girl.