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Show j lr May He. You can't get au old : bctroiter, one who values hn reputa-tn.n reputa-tn.n a a sage anJ a weather propiiet; to commit iiiinseH oq the weather. Yesterday, when our reporter found one, tho question was put boldly and simply: "Do you regard this as an April thaw, or has spring come?" "May be may be, but I don't want to eay," was tlie reply. "But the spring birds are here." "Sj people t-av." he rcplhd. "The frott is, out' ol the giouml." "It may be." ''I'iic j;ra-3 is starting the stiii i warm -the wind is balmy, " persutcd the reporter. ''I dunno," muul the oM man. "Muds are swelling, Ump-pojls Ump-pojls begin to lean, the cross-walks are under the mud, and it must be spring." "Xot necessarily. I saw all such tilings in January, 1832," he sighed. '"All tuo streets have mud on them; sink holes abound; velocipedes are out; all the women ara on the gad; snow-shovels ire Belling Bel-ling at half-price this can Dot be winter this is sprint;, for sure." "It may be, it niay be," solemnly replied re-plied the old man, "Jn about a month I shall be prepared to speak more definitely." Detroit Free Press. |