XXXV 



THE KNACK OF BOUQUET- 

 MAKING 



OMETIMES I cannot help 

 thinking that the success- 

 ful bouquet-maker is, like 

 the poet, born, not made. 

 It is true that one may so 

 educate the eye for color 

 that combinations may be 

 made which are along the line of harmony, 

 but the knack of making a thoroughly pleas- 

 ing bouquet does not consist in simply putting 

 together harmonious colors. There is a some- 

 thing hardly tangible enough to put into words, 

 but that something we must attain in order to 

 achieve success. It is that something which 

 constitutes the wide difference between the 

 born bouquet-maker and the bouquet-maker 

 who is made. It may be as indefinable as the 

 idea of what constitutes real poetry, but its 

 presence or its absence is felt and recognized 

 universally. If I were to attempt a definition 



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