Spring comes diffidently to great cities.
Thousands of tenement dwellers only know it by the softness of the air, the rows of overcoats in the pawnshops. Manhattan makes up for this yearly by beating the equinox with a display of such gorgeous flowers as never grew under open sky. Last week some two hundred thousand people paid $1 apiece to shuffle through the 19th International Flower Show, an exhibit that filled for the first time four full floors of the Grand Central Palace.
There was much of the usual magnificence. John P. Morgan's gardener,...
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