JUrch 26, 1003. 



The Weekly Florists' Review. 



729 



longer say you are "unacquainted." A 

 jjeep into his big store on 2Sth street 

 Juring his "busy hour" is "a sight for 

 sore eyes."' 



• folin I^aynor, Traendly & Sohenik. Ed. 

 Iloran. Voung &■ Nugent, Thos. Young 

 and W. S. Allen. e()ni])lete the ■"charmed 

 circle"' lliat make 2.Sth street tlie busy 

 mart of wholesale Horiculture in this 

 city, a street where multitudes of flower 

 liuyers do congregate. 



Talking about enterprise, one of the 

 "coming men" in the wholesale list i> 

 .James JIcManus, whose demonstration in 



the center of your spring issue speaks 

 for itself, and is a lasting credit to this 

 ambitious and energetic man. He has the 

 "lines well laid" for his greatest Easter, 

 and says no matter liow great the de- 

 mand for orchids and lilies, the stock 

 will be on hand to supply it. 



To all who have enterprisingly com- 

 bined to manifest tlieir confidence in 

 your progressive journal and to our 

 friends everywliere. \vc wish a happy and 

 profitable Kastei-, and manv more of 

 them. 



.1. Au.sTix Shaw. 



A BRAZILIAN EPISODE. 



"It's a pify fu s]iiiii ,-1 cliap's com 

 plexion on them roofs," remarketl Jaggs, 

 wiping his scarlet countenance on a red 

 bandanna, and thereby removing a few 

 Btrips of skin from liis sunburnt nose. 

 ' ' Worst of it is anyone lookin ' at me 

 might think me some blitherin' idiot 

 just broke loose off" the golf links." 



"You always did look like you be- 

 longed to the leisure classes, .Taggs, spe- 

 cially when you was at work," remarked 

 Tommy, with appreciation. 



The Lonescmehurst aggregation was 

 grouped in the shade at the end of the 

 potting shed. They were mending roofs, 

 an occupation always saved up for the 

 dog days and the boss had given them 

 three hours oflf at noon as a jirecau- 

 tion against possible sunstroke. Their 

 complexions varied from that of a well- 

 broiled lobster to a copper Indian, and 

 all were looking with some interest at a 

 6tonc Jar in which Davie had compounded 

 a weird combination of ice water, mo- 

 lasses, vinegar and oatmeal. 



"It's like all the rest o' these here 

 Frances Willard cocktails," remarked 

 Jaggs, as he sampled the brew, "about 

 all a discriminatin' man can say for 'em 

 is as they're wet. Haven't none o' yon 

 chaps got nothiiik to smoke?" 



"Better try Davie; he's the only 

 bloomin' capitalist we've gof,'' advised 

 Tommy. "I've been buyin' my baccy 

 on the nod for a week, and it don 't go 

 any more. ' ' 



Davie laid down the four-inch pot that 

 formed his drinking cup, and handed 

 over his ti bacco bag, with a suggestion 

 that Jaggs might be a bit more provi- 

 dent. 



"Rut then," observed Jaggs, as he 

 filled his corncob pipe, "if I ain't what 

 y(ni call ))rovident, there's always some 

 other chaps as is, an<I we Just merges 

 our interests, .1. Pierpont Morgan don't 

 have to be near as provident as the poor 

 cha])s that put up their bloomin' dcugh 

 for him ! ' ' 



The fireman, who had tramped down 

 to the river under the impression that 

 a swim would cool him off, dropped heav- 

 ily on to the grass, with defamatory 

 remarks about the tropical weather. 

 "Wish 1 was back in Duluth," he grum- 

 bled. ^ 



"That's so," observed Tommy, "a, 

 chap I knew in Chicago tells me as the 

 coldest winter he ever went through was 

 a summer in Duluth." 



"Better not talk about tropical weath- 

 er, either, ' ' said Jaggs, ' ' till you 've 

 been a bit nearer the tropics than Ho- 

 boken. When I think o' the way I've 

 hiked through them tropic forests, where 

 it was hot enough to make a chap wish 

 he could take off his complexion, dodgin' 

 snakes and cannibals, and gettin' nothink 

 for it except a lot o' useful information 

 — well, I don't know as J regret it, on 

 the whole. Anyway, it makes a chap 

 know when he's .ioH.v well off." 



"That's so," said Tommy, "only I 



never know a chap in the flower business 

 yet as felt satisfied — not if ue was bein' 

 fed on toasted angels. ' ' 



"Plant collectin' ain't all beer and 

 skittles, anyway," continued Jaggs. "I 

 don't know as I ever tell you about that 

 time I was up the Amazon. Nice, cheer- 

 ful country; looks all right on a map, 

 but when you get there that bloomin' 

 river is chasin' itself all over the coun- 

 try, instead o' stayin' in its own little 

 bed, and the river boats goes skirraishin' 

 through the trees like as though the 

 East Eiver had broke into Central Park. 

 Nothink unusual there to see a chap sit- 

 tin ' up a tree fishin ', till a crockydile 

 sauntered along and chased him into the 

 top branches." 



Jaggs broke off while Davie passed 

 around another serving of his innocuoua 

 beverage, and then continued : 



"It's sing'lar, w'hat kind o' bric-a- 

 brac them bloomin' savages collects. 

 Them Dyaks I was tellin' you about in 

 Borneo— leastways, I'll tell you about 

 'em someday — they collects a chap's 

 head. I came precious near leavin' a lit- 

 tle souvenir there myself; they was very 

 keen about it, too. Up the Amazon, 

 flicm liloomin' niggers ain't really in the 

 swim till they've collected a few casual 

 shinbones from passin' travelers. They 

 makes 'em into flutes. I never was whaC 

 you call a musical chap, and I made up 

 my mind as there be a Jake Smith 

 seance first if any of 'em even tries to 

 m ike nie join the orchestra, but I never 

 thought as a fishy old one-eyed pelican 

 'ud save my life. There ain't nothink 

 romantic about a pelican, but then tho 

 truth generally ain't romantic anyway." 

 Juggs paused to fill up his pipe, and 

 then strolled out into the sun to look at 

 the thermometer, which was making a 

 century run without any visible effort. 



"I don't know as I ever told you 

 aliout that there tricolor variety o' Vic 

 toria lily; I reckon as them aquatic chaps 

 'ud walk twenty mile to see it. I got 

 wind of it up one o' the Amazon tribu- 

 taries, the Eio de Pajama, and it was 

 me to get that lily, or bust. Y'ou know 

 the way Regia opens up red the second 

 day — well, that variety o' mine was red 

 the first day, blue the second, and then 

 opened up pearly white. 



"Well, you never see nothink like the 

 couutry we went through. The canni- 

 bals eat two of our poor chaps, as 

 strayed off into the woods, and I tell 

 you I felt pretty lonesome nights, shut 

 up in my tent, listenin' to the vampires 

 yelpin' outside." 



"Vampires," said Davie, sententious- 

 ly, ' ' is imaginary beasts — I 'm surprised 

 at ye, Jaggs." 



"Vampire bats is not imaginary," re- 

 torted Jaggs. "All the time I was up 

 the Eio de Pajama it wasn't safe for a 

 chap to sit outside after dark unless he 

 was covered with wire netting. The air 

 was full of 'em, like Jersey mosquitoes, 

 the size of a Plymouth Eock hen. 1 

 see a horse pretty near eat by 'em once. 

 "Well, as I was sayin', we got up 

 the river, and started tryin ' to get some 

 lily roots, but it was a mighty hard job. 

 I was the only w'hite man in the crowd, 

 and the natives as was handlin' the boats 

 had some silly notion as they'd never go 

 to Heaven if they was eat by cannibals, 

 or somethink o' that sort, so they was 

 always balkin' or shyin'. I didn't feel 

 like arguin' with 'em, because I thought 

 like as not theyd knife me when I 

 wasn't lookin'. One day I strolled up 



