14 Gardening Under Glass 



modern glass garden, you have a world of fun 

 before j^ou! 



The one Recreation that Never Goes Stale 



We all feel the hankering for gardening. 

 That's why you'll find the old, stoop-shouldered, 

 gnarled-fingered mill-hand, after his day's work, 

 out on his little patch of ground, knee deep in 

 his garden. And up on the hill, far above the 

 smoking factories, where the big white mansion 

 is, if you go out through the formal garden and 

 tiptoe on the edge of the turf you will surprise 

 the lady of the house in her own private patch 

 which the gardener does not dare touch. You 

 will find her there, spending her little hour back 

 in Eden — her hurried, snatched little hour away 

 from the nerve-fraying toil of formal idleness and 

 all the irks and confinements of ''keeping up." 



Yes, the Colonel's lady and Judy O'Grady 

 have the same need of their Geraniums and 

 Heliotropes and Roses. Here is one recreation 

 for both — and for all of us — that never "grows 

 stale"; that one never has to change from be- 

 cause it is always changing itself. A recreation 

 that renews one's vigor and one's vision at the 

 same time; that sweeps the cobwebs out of the 

 brain cells and lets in a flood of sunshine through 

 the attic windows of the soul, where mellow old 



