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Show The First Yisit. Not the Last Rose of Summer, but the first fly of Spring put in an appearance yesterday morning. It alighted on a pile of ex changes, nodded its head familiarly as much as to say "You're still there," and buzzed up to the window with a sound of appreciation at having found quarters for the season. But we'll demolish de-molish its airy fabric of hopes before early peaches come, or it will conduct itself less familiarly than others of its race usually do. No flying visits to forehead and nasal organ, please. |