flowers grow in baskets carried by men who thrust them at you on every street corner'"
"But the florists," suggested the Man of Affairs, don't they inspire "Flowers in a shop," declared the Poet grandiloquently, "'are Like birds in a cage,—prisoners!"' And immediately noted the idea on his cuff for future reference.
"Then those big baskets full of flowering branches and potted plants that the coolies carry round the streets?" persisted the M. of A.
"They are good-looking," admitted the Post. 'Perambulating Spring.' That would be an original title. But it would be difficult to get the word perambulate into w poem. But Vl let you know later. Haven't you seen any other signs of spring?"
"You bet," exclaimed the Man of Affairs with sudden fervour. "There were three of them walking round town yesterday-in the niftiest knickers you'd reed to see. I could almost write poem about em."
"Don't be frivolous' said the Poet sharply, If you must be sophisticated enough to laugh at spring poems you must do it with a bit of romantic tenderness, as I do here:
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.