A pale, flat, totally uninspired folk-type story about a young farmer and his young wife, who is plagued with a runny nose and who, to ward off evil spirits, spends all her time growing, chopping, and cooking onions. ""No wonder she had a runny nose,"" says Hormann, depriving readers of the chance to make the connection for themselves. Well, the husband gets tired of onions but the wife weeps for fear of evil spirits when he wants to do away with them. They compromise; she violates the agreement', he throws out all the onions and leaves home; she realizes her folly; he returns with a gift (aaw, a golden onion); and there you are. With indifferently-bordered pictures as rock-bottom routine as the writing.