THE EVER-BEARING RASPBERRY. 337 
THE EVER-BEARING RASPBERRY. 
E. A. BROMLEY, MINNEAPOLIS. 
The everbearing raspberry is a subject I approach with fear and 
trembling, although it has no thorns. Unaccustomed asI am to 
public speaking and red raspberries, you will pardon me if my re- 
marks run to sprouts and suckers instead of ripe, rich, scarlet fruit. 
The ever-bearing red raspberry, gentlemen, is a fruit with which I 
am not as familiar as I would wish to be—in the form of jam. 
When I was a lad I knew more about red raspberries through the 
medium of jam than I do now. I noticed, even at an early age, that 
raspberry jam, like sin, left its mark, and that until the raspberry 
flavor had disappeared from my breath and the brilliant color from 
my mouth, it was as well not to ask my mother how the Connecticut 
farmers raised the berries. 
As this particular berry is almost unknown in this region, you 
have most wisely and appropriately chosen one who knows least 
about it to tell you of its everbearingness, its redness and its rasp- 
berritude. I have never raised any raspberries—the owner was 
always looking—but I would like to; I would even risk an attack of 
appendicitis to form a more intimate acquaintance with the berries 
which, alas, are simply under consideration and not under our 
waistcoats. 
But speaking seriously, gentlemen, I hope that when I am 
through with this paper you will be as much interested in the ever- 
bearing red raspberry as I was when I first made its acquaintance. 
In the month of October last I visited Wisconsin, and in the town of 
Cassville Isawa large patch of raspberries that were bearing at 
that time. About three blocks from there I saw another patch sim- 
ilar to the first,and I afterwards learned they were owned by the 
same gentleman. As I say, I know very little about raspberries, 
and I wish the gentleman were here so he could speak to you him- 
self of whatI sawthat day. I think it was the 12th or 15th of Octo- 
ber, and he picked two crates of raspberries. I havea letter here 
from him which I will read. 
“The Excelsior Everbearing raspberry is, as far as I am able to 
find out, a native of Wisconsin. 
“In 1878 Dr. EF. M. Cronin, now of Lancaster, Wis., was living oppo- 
site to me. I was trying hard to have as good a garden around my 
home as I could get with my own labor and limited means. Dr. 
Cronin told me one day that on his aunt’s, Mrs. Whitesides, farm 
they used to have a raspberry, and he knew that if I had it I would 
prize it highly. [had several kinds of raspberries, and they were a 
tangled mass in the garden, as fully half of my time I was away 
from home surveying, and when at home garden vegetables in sea- 
son firstand my roses and other flowers and vines, attracted my at- 
tention. 
“Well, one evening late in the fall, my friend Cronin brought me 
two raspberry plants—this must have beenin’79. I planted them, 
expecting nothing of them but thorns, of course, and I neglected 
them. Butin early July following I discovered some splendid ber- 
ries on them and presented them to my better half, who pronounced 
