Without questioning the direction in which the young man' fancy turns in Spring, ours turns in aoveral. We find ourself whistling Strauss' "Vole do Printemps" quite frequently, in the unwonted mildness. If one hyphenates this to read "print-temps," then each and every time is print time for us. This, however, ly as immaterial a: it isa poor pun. We are primarily conecrnedl with the season's portents, especially as evidenced down Hong lew way.—
Honkew way, here Exypt rilly to. Greece, (And oth are known to summon the Whetn Israel greets Mohammed, and Holds his aloof from ordinary fos There, portents of the Spring hold Down Hotigkew way.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.