of size and grade, and then put our flavor, texture and keeping 

 quality against their color and finish? And with our best colored 

 varieties we can come pretty close on the color and finish prop- 

 osition. So close, indeed, that if we, in other respects, equal 

 them, we shall find our apples retaining their part of the best 

 dessert trade, which, as a matter of fact, is to-day drifting 

 rapidly to the box. It costs now $2.30 in freight and tax to 

 bring a barrel of box apples to our eastern markets. This will 

 certainly be a great handicap in years of plenty and low prices. 

 When we have packed and have on sale apples described 

 above, we can go into the advertising game in a State-wide way 

 and not before. 



Mr. Houston. I live in New York. I would like to know 

 what becomes of the good apples in New York State or any- 

 where else. I belong to eight or ten horticultural societies, and 

 I have been chasing good local-grown apples all the way from 

 Kansas and Minnesota down to here for the last sixteen years, 

 and I have attended most of the horticultural meetings in the 

 Central West and the Eastern States, and I have always made 

 it a practice to go around town and see if I could find a respect- 

 able apple, a sound, local-grown apple in the town, and the 

 only town east of the Rocky Mountains in which I have ever 

 found a localrgrown, — by that I mean grown in the same State 

 where the town is, — the only town I ever found a respectable 

 local-grown apple in is the little village of Dover in Delaware. 

 There they were just the Delaware apples, good, nice and sound 

 apples grown in Delaware, at retail; and I have been over to 

 Rochester a good deal. I have never been able to find a good 

 local-grown apple in Rochester. They are always hollering 

 there about the apple market being good. It is the same way 

 in Maine when I go there. I can't find anything but culls; I 

 never saw anything but culls around this town of local-grown 

 apples. There may be some. I wish, Mr. Van Buren, some 

 time you would come to Washington Heights and see if you 

 cannot find a respectable New York apple in the four or five 

 miles of local markets that are run by the Italians and the 

 Greeks up there. I fail to find it. 



You see barreled apples sometimes, but you dig into those 



