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Show Her Tribute to Spring. It was one of those recent balmy afternoons when , the weather waa maUInir history for Itself by setting spring fairly down In the lap of win-tor, win-tor, says the New York Press. Down Fifth nvcnuo Bhe came, a walking emblem em-blem of mourning from the fluttering folds of her crepo veil to the tips of her dull blnck shoes. But when she came to a muddy crossing and lifted up her black skirt to keep It from he-ill; he-ill; soiled a woman acquaintance hurrying hur-rying along to overtake the mourner wns horrified to catch something moro thnn a glimpse of a pair of ankles clntl In grass-green silk stockings. "Oh, Jeasle," sho whispered, ns pho caught up with tho worpan In black, "havo you any Idea of what you've come out In? You've got green stockings stock-ings on." "I know It," cooed Hie offender. "You see It was such a lovely tiny that I simply hart to put something on that suggested the springtime, llenltles, ' they only show at tho ciosslngs." |