March 30, •-s99. 



The Weekly Florists^ Review. 



447 



been cutting since last Noveml)er, will 

 now be cleared out and used for lilies. 



Of lilies they have a large lot in 

 good shape for Easter. They are 

 mainly longiflorum. of the Harrisil 

 fully 35 per cent having been lost from 

 disease. 



They are rather pessimistic as to 

 the future of the chrysanthemum as 

 a profitable crop, and believe that the 

 only chance of profit is to grow some 

 variety that others are not largely 

 growing. There were some tre- 

 mendous gluts of the usual market 

 sorts in the New York markets last 

 season. 



AN OIL FIELD GREENHOUSE. 



The remarkably good picture of Mr. 

 Geo. L. Graham's establishment is in- 

 teresting not only for what it is horti- 

 culturally, but to illustrate that where 

 man subdues the wilderness and wealth 

 follows, the florist quickly follows to 

 cater to the most pure and refined 



ance were the timid elk and deer, sulky 

 bear, snarling panther and wildcat, 

 and many rodents, great and small. 

 Perhaps the blinking eagle, perched on 

 the dead branch of a lofty cherry, 

 peered down and wondered why the 

 rattlesnake should get excited. Mr. 

 and Mrs. "Poor Lo" would be sure to 

 make an occasional visit "whose un- 

 tutored mind sees music in the trees 

 and hears it in the wind." Such was 

 the power of Ole Bull's music that its 

 louder strains rippled the surface of 

 the streams and silvery trout jumped 

 from their rocky beds to catch a chord 

 or perhaps a cord with a hook at- 

 tached. After years of toil Ole Bull 

 found the title to his lands was a 

 fraud, the colony was broken up and 

 when his fortune was gone he had to 

 be once again the wandering minstrel 

 with a broken heart. 



All that is past, the lumberman 

 came, the bark was used by the tanner 

 and the boards to build our houses. 



coffers of many, and some in particu- 

 lar. It's easy to be a jolly feller, but 

 there is only one Rockefeller. 



Bradford is in what is known as the 

 western field and was developed seve- 

 ral years after the older fields of Oil 

 City and adjoining territory, but for 

 quantity of oil and continuous produc- 

 tion it is by far the richest the world 

 has yet discovered. Cities spring up 

 where recently the panther crouched 

 and from a backwoods lumber camp 

 of 25 years ago Bradford came and in 

 1S91 came Mr. Graham. In 1883 Mr. 

 Graham landed In New York. After 

 working at several rose growing es- 

 tablishments, the last at John N. 

 May's, he moved to Bradford, leased 

 a small piece of ground and built two 

 small houses. Four years ago he pur- 

 chased five acres, built his present es- 

 tablishment and is in every way 

 prosperous, and as his lordship stands 

 on the veranda with his amiable wife 

 and baby on his right, he is as happy 



An Oil Field Greenhouse Establishment. 



taste, the love of flowers. Bradford is 

 some seventy miles due south of Buf- 

 falo as the crow flies, but just inside 

 the Pennsylvania state line in Mc- 

 Kean county. Fifty years ago, perhaps, 

 the site of Bradford was a dense pri- 

 meval forest of hemlock that reared 

 their feathery heads to the skies. The 

 picture shows that the nearest thing 

 now to the skies is the homely but use- 

 ful oil derrick. It must be fifty years 

 ago that Ole Bull, after fiddling sub- 

 limely to crowned and titled heads of 

 Europe and to millions of common 

 people of America (we hadn't any 

 aristocracy then), retired to the wil- 

 derness of western Pennsylvania, pur- 

 chased an immense tract of land en- 

 deavoring to form a colony of his coun- 

 trymen. He cleared the forest, began 

 farming, and was patriarch of his 

 clan. 



At leisure hours he sat on a com- 

 manding rock and fiddled forth heav- 

 enly airs to his flock. Perhaps some 

 auditors who did not applaud but 

 stood listening at a respectful dis- 



Now a second growth of trees has ap- 

 peared, a mixture of hardwood. How 

 is this that where has stood for centu- 

 ries a forest of pine or hem- 

 lock when cleared off up springs 

 a great variety of hard wooded 

 trees. Of all dismal scenes to behold 

 are the rocky sides of the Alleghany 

 Mountains when cleared of their state- 

 ly pines but a few years. Time mends 

 all things, so somebody said, and in 

 the neighborhood of Bradford the 

 ruthless hand of the lumberman is 

 mended, largely by nature and assist- 

 ed by what is known as the "buck- 

 wheat." Then later came the discov- 

 ery or rather its use of petroleum on 

 Oil Creek near Titusville. To the south 

 and east for many miles lay a basin of | 

 this inflammable, greasy liquid which i 

 only needed the driller's tools to bring 

 it to the surface, to enlighten this 

 country and Europe, to make the hill 

 farmer a bloated bondholder by the 

 lease or sale of his barren land, to 

 make and unmake thousands of men 

 and to pour countless millions into the 



as a petroleum king. I visited Mr. 

 Graham a few years ago and I then 

 said and wrote that I never saw so 

 great a number of good rose buds to 

 the square foot as I saw at his place, 

 and his knowledge does not end there. 

 He is blessed with health, energy and 

 integrity. Mr. Graham is very popu- 

 lar with the community of his district 

 and is a leader in several fraternal so- 

 cieties. The picture shows that Mr. 

 Graham's industry is not confined to 

 the greenhouse business alone, but can 

 plant you an orchard or ornament 

 your lawn on demand. The trees in 

 the background he calls butternut, but 

 time tells me to write no more; I but- 

 ter not. W. S. 



NEW ROSE LADY DOROTHEA. 



We have received from Mr. John 

 Dunlop. Toronto, Ont., a dozen blooms 

 of his new rose Lady Dorothea, which 

 were certainly very attractive. An en- 

 gi-aving from a photograph of a house 

 of this new rose appeared in our last 

 issue. 



