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Show Her Tribute to Spring. It was ono of thoso recent halmy afternoons when tho weather was making history for Itself by setting spring fairly down in tho lnp of win-tor, win-tor, says tho Now York Press. Down Fifth avenuo she came, a walking emblem em-blem of mourning from tho fluttering folds of her crepo veil to tho tips of hor dull black shoes. But when she came to a muddy crossing and lifted up her black skirt to keep it from being be-ing soiled n woman acquaintance hurrying hur-rying along to ovcrtnko tho mourner wns horrified to catch something more thnn n glimpse of a pair of ankles clad In grass-green silk stockings. "Oh, Jessie," sho whispered, ns sho caught up with tho woman in blnck, "havo you any iden of what you've come out In? You've got green stockings stock-ings on." "I know It," cooed the offender. "You seo It wns such a lovely day that I simply had to put something on that suggested tho springtime. Besides, they only show nt tho crossings." |