NATURE'S FONDNESS FOR POLKA DOTS 



ment may be broidered with polka dots, rim- 

 med with light, on a background of shaded 

 greens, beautifully blended with warm soft 

 browns, brick reds, and old rose, or terra 

 cotta hues? 



Once more, on a smaller scale, one may 

 find tiny duplicates of a great many of the 

 de luxe polkas and their shaded backgrounds 

 among worms upon which we wisely or 

 needlessly set foot. 



Even the calico bean, which to-day is and 

 to-morrow is boiled into drab digestibility, 

 when it is first taken from the pod, wears 

 in dainty old rose the insignia of the Order 

 of the Polka Dot. Yet are we forced to 

 conclude that this order is not conferred by 

 nature as an outward and visible sign of 

 any inward grace, else it would not be worn 

 by the deadly amanita or by poisonous rep- 

 tiles. Indeed, the lower world pretty gen- 

 erally understands that bright garish colors 

 mean "Look out, it tastes nasty!", as the 

 would-be eaters of the leopard moth could 

 testify. 



Still more ignoble wearers of the order 



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