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Show SAW OMEN IN HAWTHORNES Red Berries Growing in Place of White Had Deep Significance for This Irishman. Even the humor of Ireland Is given a new hue by the war. Nothing escapes es-capes its influence. Two of us were seeing a bit of Dublin Dub-lin from the vantage point offered by a jaunting car. And no Irishman Is more filled with the effervescent spirit of the old sod than the "gurry" driv1-of driv1-of Dublin. We crossed the river Liffey a river once fragrant with the fragrance undesirable. un-desirable. Now It Is splc and span. The driver made comment. "Sure, Is usen't to be so classic," he said, with a brogue as broad as the clean-swept walk along the now "classic" bank. "They'll be catchln' salmon in the Liffey Lif-fey yet, It's that clean an' swate now." We passed a square, all blooming with hawthornes. "Now look," said our driver, philosopher and guide. "The hawthornes are all red this year. I'm tlilnkin' it's an omen. They've been white In other years, but this year they're all red. Sure It's an omen. I don't know what It means, but It's an omen o' some kind." His tone was lugubrious, but his melodious me-lodious rounding of the -turns in his pronunciation was delightful. The blooms were red and, omen or no omen, they were beautiful. |