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Show Disenchanting. A party of young men and women, members of a sketching club, were motoring along a country road. Just within the fence on the left grew innumerable in-numerable graceful stalks, each bearing bear-ing globes of pale green that shaded into gray and purple. "How enchanting!" exclaimed one young woman. "Do tell us," said another young woman, equally enthusiastic, to a gardener gar-dener standing near, "what those beau-oo-tlful things are." "Them? Them's onions gone to seed." New "ork Times. |