inspiration will his picture be looking down from our rai 
our assemblies for all time. . 
Mr. Harris, you know this to be so, and this knowledge is ey 
well earned reward. 
Mrs. A. A. Kennedy: I think it is no more than justice to 
tell what good we know of our members before they die, and 
not wait until after they die when it will do them no goo 
(Applause.) 
The following fitting rhymes were then recited by thei 
author: | 
M. V. H.—MINNESOTA VETERANS OF HORTICULTURE. 
MISS EMMA V. WHITE, MINNEAPOLIS, 
In modern times there’s come to be 
, A magic sound of letters three, 
Throughout our land, from near, from far, 
‘Tis known and loved—the G. A. R. 
All honor to these war-scarred men 
Who on battle field or in prison pen, 
Their country loyal service gave 
And bravely fought its flag to save. 
Still other symbols oft we quote, 
So oft they’re heard we know by rote; ae 
There’s the I. O. O. F. and the K. of P., a 
The A. O. U. and F. F. V., oe 
And scores of others widely known, 
Due honor to them all be shown. 
But here today on the sea of fame, 
We boldly launch another name— 
The M. V. H., an order new, 
Whose membership did long pursue 
In Minnesota’s northern wild, 
Dame Nature’s ever fickle child— 
Pomona fair, a winsom daughter. 
The contest long and tedious proved, 
But ever true to her they loved, 
At last they won the race and caught her. 
And so in glad assemblage here 
This veteran order of fruitmen dear— 
The M. V. H.—we now present. 
Let one and all, from president 
To latest member, homage pay 
To valiant men who blazed the way 
Through adverse clime and critic’s sneer, 
And proved that fruits could flourish here. 
All honor then, and many years, 
To these horticultural pioneers! 
