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The Weekly Florists' Review^ 



AUGUST 30. 1900. 



whether you want them or not. When 

 the time comes it is usually short, 

 and worry uses money and brings you 

 gray hairs. IVERA. 



THE NEW YORK CONVENTION. 



What I Observed. 



The whole affair was "a dream." as 

 the dear girls say, except to those who 

 worked so hard in its preparation. 



The decorations were superb, and 

 hard to emulate. But who can hope 

 to aspire to New York style! 



Compare a few homely palms with 

 unwashed pots at the Cooper Institute 

 twelve years ago with the fairy land 

 of this convention. H is the evolu- 

 tion of our business, ladies and gen- 

 tlemen. 



The trade exhibit was not only im- 



was a charming spot, inspiring enough 

 to bring good thoughts to any man. 



The venerable W. K. Smith spoke 

 truth as well as poetry when he said: 

 "If we cannot enjoy this beautiful 

 scene we are not deserving of a more 

 beautiful place beyond." 



Warren Ewell enjoyed himself im- 

 mensely, but there seemed little op- 

 portunity for his peculiar and inimi- 

 table style of oratory. 



Two-thirds of the visitors had never 

 before seen Glen Island. We know of 

 no such spot anywhere else. It was 

 worth more than a long journey. 



Give me a sea food dinner every day. 

 Those dear little clams were delicious 

 but it's a bother skinning their little 

 black tails. 



Being with the committee we had 

 an extra good service and Mr. Olson, 



Church Wedding Decoration. 



View used by Mr. Kift in illustrating his lecture at New \'ork Convention. 



measurably the best in the history of 

 the society, but the best horticultural 

 exhibition ever held in this country. 



Everything went with a vim and yet 

 smoothly. "This, gentlemen, is a 

 church decoration by Thorley. Next." 



May dear Carmody live long to 

 make us laugh. 



Before Carmody took Beelzebub's 

 contract for ventilating Hades he 

 should have seen the proprietors of 

 the bowling alleys. They need his 

 meat saw far worse. 



Greenwood Cemetery is a wonder in 

 its way — good for the florist trade, but 

 bad from an artistic view. The "Lawn 

 system" and simplicity is much bet- 

 ter taste for the last resting place. 



We are inclined to think that Pros- 

 pect Park, Brooklyn, is the park of 

 the country. 



That dell where we all sat down 



I the Swedish waiter with the Irish ac- 

 I cent, is a comedian. "Gentle'men, this 

 is only a sample, the real thing is 

 comin' directly.". "Corn, gentlemen, 

 right olT of my own farm." "Fish, 

 caught within ten minutes, gentle- 

 men." 



We ate 97 small clams and 43 large 

 ones, and never felt more amiable. 



I pause here to say that among all 

 the good and amiable little men in the 

 land there is none that beats our own 

 E. M. Wood, our worthy president. 



There is not enough real competition 

 in the shooting, but it will grow. 

 Philadelphia is too strong, though 

 equally magnanimous. 



The Buffalo shooters were poor at 

 the traps, but awfully good at that 

 delicious, bread, butter and ham; the 

 finest butter we ever tasted. 



Louie Schmutz was perhaps tired 



after the bowling. At any rate he 

 preferred a comfortable snooze to the 

 vaudeville on the roof garden. 



Mr. Valentine brought his camera 

 along. It's his hobby. But no chance 

 came till we struck a natural natato- 

 rium in a country lane near Ernst 

 Asmus' establishment. 



New Jersey natatorium, 40 ft. by 20 

 ft. One willow tree, one large cow 

 up to her belly in mud. Water much 

 thicker than pea soup, and a rich 

 black in color. Two boys about 9 or 

 10 years old in the nude. Two little 

 girls sitting on the bank as specta- 

 tors. As we pass we remark: "That's 

 the worst I ever saw." Eldest little 

 girl looks up and acquiesces with: 

 "Yes, it is muddy, ain't it?" 



There are many horticultural estab- 

 lishments near New York well worth 

 a long journey, but we think it our 

 duty to stick by the convention while 

 it lasts and do our visiting after- 

 wards. 



It requires some nerve to tackle the 

 convention after New York, but with 

 a clear head we can do wonders. 



The Buffalo convention will have the 

 blessing of the best presiding officer 

 in the history of the society. A par- 

 liamentarian with snap, ginger, voice, 

 wit, good nature and a bushel of 

 brains. 



Those alleys were magnificent — but 

 oh. the heat! 



Poor Philadelphia! How have the 

 mighty fallen! But they are good fel- 

 lows and take defeat like gentlemen. 



Chicago screeched and howled at 

 every spare in the last game, while 

 Buffalo was piling up strikes without 

 a comment. 



We have reached that stage where 

 we can put in two weak men, just to 

 make the game interesting, don't you 

 know. 



There were no harder worked men 

 than Theo. Roehrs and his aids, and 

 sometimes they got criticism instead 

 of thanks. It was in the excitement, 

 so forgive us all. You did your duty 

 most splendidly. 



Last year's joke about the silver 

 cords fell flat. The padded trunk to 

 convey the trophies to Buffalo came 

 off all right; Philadelphia papers 

 please copy. 



Too many men stand up on the al- 

 leys and think they are admired. Why 

 don't they bowl in tl.e same careless 

 way they do at home? 



.lulius Roehrs has a beautiful home 

 as well as a wonderful place, and the 

 Jersey milk he keeps is of the best 

 lu'and. 



The fine cup presented by Mr. San- 

 ders was awarded to a splendid col- 

 lection of plants, but "a trade exhibit" 

 covers a wide range, and it would be 

 well to define it more clearly on a 

 similar occasion. 



It was most pleasant to see so many 

 ladies at the convention, many of 

 them earnest workers in the busi- 

 ness. 



The souvenir is a beauty and re- 

 flects great credit on the publishers. 



