HORTI CULTURE 



September 18, 1920 



BOSTON FLORAL SUPPLY & SNYDER CO. 



15 OtU-96 Arch St 



Wholesale Florists 



BOSTON, MASS. 



Largest distributors of flowers in the E^st. 

 Manufacturers of artificial flowers, baskets, wire frames, etc 



Telephones 



Fort Hill 1083 

 Fort HIU 1084 

 Fort Hill 1085 

 Main 2614 



William F. Kasting Co. 



^^Holo«ale F-|orls«s 



568-570 WASHINGTON STREET - BUFFALO, N. Y. 



THIS SEASON'S NEW ROSES 



PILGRIM CRUSADER PREMIER RUSSELL HADLEY 



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Stearns Cypress Greenhouses 



PECKY CYPRESS FOR BENCHES, CYPRESS TANKS 

 CYPRESS HOTBED SASH, GLAZED AND UNGLAZED 

 AGENTS FOR EVANS' VENTILATING MACHINES 



Best Stock Prompt Deliveries Right Prices 



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THE A. T. STEARNS LUMBER CO. 



NEPONSET-BOSTON, MASS. 



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taken from the consumers' pockets. 

 Are they to be allowed to keep it? 



The Dreer windows on Chestnut 

 street have been verj- interesting the 

 past week with a fine display of out- 

 door flowers, twenty-five or thirty big 

 vases, every day, all accurately and 

 distinctly named — so that the passer- 



by receives a lot of valuable, interest- 

 ing information, otherwise not easily 

 attainable. Delphinium, Helianthus, 

 Helenium, Eupatorium, Veronica, Soli- 

 dago and many other families, are rep- 

 resented in several varieties of each. 

 Conspicuous in the display are the blue 

 and rose perennial asters, (Nova An- 

 glaecoruleura and roseum). 



SAID WITH FLOWERS 



By Mrs. Lion Roberts 

 Lewis Benton stretched himself 

 with a weary sigh and ran his hand 

 through his curly brown hair. He 

 looked with tired satisfaction at the 

 pile of papers on his desk, in his 

 gray eyes the contented light of work 

 well done. 



"It's been a hard week," he mut- 

 tered, "but I've caught up again now. 

 Well, it's Saturday afternoon and I 

 guess I'll take a holiday. I told Bella 

 I'd sure be home early today and take 

 the children out, but I guess I'll call it 

 oft." 



In the theatre, crowded with people 

 enjoying their half-holiday, Lewis 

 watched and laughed and forgot his 

 business worries. 



"That's a pretty thing," he mur- 

 murred as a quartet of flower-laden 

 girls tripped on to the stage. 



"They can sing," he thought as their 

 sweet young voices sang the old-time 

 melodies, while the quaint hoopskirts 

 festooned with flowers swayed back 

 find forth in sedate minuets and grace- 

 ful waltzes. 



At the hearty encore they smilingly 

 returned, bringing large flower-filled 

 baskets on their arms, tossing roses on 

 the stage as they sang a tender little 

 love song: 

 "The rose will tell that you love her 



dearly, 

 The violets that you love sincerely. 

 The lily speaks of devotion 

 With love as deep as the ocean — 

 Each little flower will tell that you 

 love her." 

 Over and over, as the quartet glided 

 away, came the chorous, first loudly 

 and then softly and hauntingly: 

 "Say it with flowers, the fairest that 



grow — 

 They'll bear a message from you. 

 Say it with flowers — 

 Tulips, carnations and violets, too — 

 Say it with flowers." 



The lights and people faded away 

 and suddenly Lewis saw again the 

 square hall of the big, old church in 

 the little town of his boyhood, on a 

 drowsy Sunday morning. He saw 

 himself standing at the foot of the 

 stairs waiting for Bella. She came 

 down slowly, her fair hair shining in 



