l68 STATE POMOLOGICAL SOCIETY. 



You all remember the legend of the rainbow, that if we could 

 find the end of the rainbow we should find a hidden pot of gold. 

 How often we have thought that perhaps at that point we should 

 find something— in some other climate, some other calling, lies 

 the opportunity which shall enable us to make something of 

 life, make more of life than we can here. But opportunity lies 

 not in the distance, it lies in the man who can see it. All over 

 this country we find men who have seen an opportunity, have 

 developed it, and have made a business and a name for them- 

 selves in every way. It is not necessary to go to distant climes 

 to get the opportunity. They lie about us everywhere. Some 

 eye views the rainbow arch which ends upon your head. 

 Beneath your feet lies the hidden pot of gold. 



TID-BITS FOR THE GARDINER BANQUET. 

 President G11.BERT. 



If the fruit growers haven't a right to be happy, where shall 

 we look for enjoyment and pleasure. As the old song has it 

 "Weep when we must, but now be gay; life is too short to be 

 sighing long," so let us this evening express our joy, respond to 

 our feelings, and especially on an occasion of this kind celebrate 

 the joy we feel and the bounty with which we have been 

 rewarded for our year of effort. 



I was born and brought up in an orchard. In my boyhood 

 days, we boys in the morning, in our pajamas, would run out 

 the back door for the High-Top Sweetings that had dropped 

 from the trees during the night, vying with each other who 

 should get there first through the dews of the morning. It has 

 stuck to me to the present time. I planted the seeds, grew the 

 trees that are now rewarding my labors with their bounty of 

 fruit. I was planting some of those trees, my little boy was 

 with me and he had been teasing me as boys are desirous of 

 wearing the apparel of men, for a pair of rubber boots. I didn't 

 feel that he was quite old enough to put on the rubber boots. 

 I suggested to him that I couldn't afiford to buy the boots then. 

 As he played around the tree that I was setting, he says, 

 "Father, can't I have some boots when these trees begin to 



