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Show New England Pie. Some poor dweller in the benighted benight-ed bej'ond of Chicago asks what a real New England pie is like. It probably will not help him to be told, but if he means apple, it is like an essay by Emerson liquefied with the music of Massenet and spiced with the cynicism cyni-cism of Shaw; if he means pumpkin, it is like some of Gounod's music heard in a landscape all sun and flowers. flow-ers. It is too early yet to describe (the mince pies of 1909, but last year's and last year was not an extraordinary extraor-dinary good year were like an increase in-crease in salary, and a present from home arriving on the day when one's . conscience was behaving itself. Boston Bos-ton Globe. |