| Show lot lol the canteloupe hashing basking in its bed of gauzy tissue or lolling indolently in pyramids of its own kith and kin the lying deceitful canteloupe Is again in our midst seductively duct ively it flaunts its crinkled sur eur face mottled lo in green olive and yel low and hidden wealth of flavor and fragrance to lure mankind to explore its ita vaunted hidden bidden wealth of flavor and fragrance trust her not she to la fooling thee no such extravagance of deceit and untruth was ever encompassed in so small a space it Is a lure of lies and unfulfilled promises driving mankind to wrath and dire expletive man goes forth to buy joyously and in hopeful expectation of gustatory delight only to consume in despair and sorrow the canteloupe is ever an unfaithful prom ise fee and yet if perchance as the dusky diamond digger once in a generation or a lifetime un earths from the blue clay a Kohl Kohin noor or a cullinan Cull hian ono one greatly favored by fortune a child of destiny luckily plucks from the sordid piles of promise a melon in which the elements have mingled and blended sweetness and fragrance and perfection lie he borghes and forgets and becomes again a slave to tho the lure of the canteloupe |
