JUNE, 1914.] THE ORCHID REVIEW. 163 
Messrs. Duchesne et Lanthoine, of Watermael, and to have been exhibited 
at a meeting held at Brussels in May, 1913, when it was unanimously 
awarded a Certificate of Merit. The description in our pages is pointed 
out, but priority is claimed for the certificated name O. Guillaume Olyff. 
Here was a new development, and we at once looked for our 
contemporary’s earlier record, but found none. We then turned to the 
Tribune Horticole, and found in its issue of May 24th the records that on 
May toth, 1913, O. Guillaume Olyff was exhibited at Brussels (p. 329) by 
M. Firmin Lambeau, and again on May r8th by the same exhibitor (p. 335)- 
In each case it received a Certificate of Merit, unanimously. This must be 
the plant alluded to, for those seen in M. Lambeau’s collection had not 
reached flowering size. But there was neither parentage nor description, 
and on the second occasion a “‘?” was placed after the generic name, and 
it is no wonder that the name was passed over unnoticed. It is a nomen 
nudum, and it is a very necessary rule that such a record does not constitute 
publication. As it is, publication dates from a later period, and the name 
must now stand as M. brugensis var. Guillaume Olyff. The circumstance 
should emphasise the necessity of recording the parentage and giving at 
least a brief description, as required by the rules. It should not be 
necessary to point out that without the record of parentage no hybrid can 
be inserted in its place in the scheme of classification. 
A press cutting is obligingly forwarded by a correspondent, who is not 
quite sure whether it ought to come under the heading of Amusements or 
Registration—it really seems to combine both—but perhaps we may leave 
it under its own appropriate title. It is the moving 
*‘LIFE ROMANCE OF A NEW ORCHID, 
Rescued From Malarial Swamps To Achieve Fame, Now in a London 
Suburb. It was raised from one little seed, and rejoices in the name of 
Odontoglossum crispum Prince of Wales.” But we must begin at the 
beginning, for that little seed has a history. 
“There is a wonderful amount of romance about Orchids in general,” 
Wwe are told, “and in this one in particular. Several years ago a band of 
intrepid bulb hunters set out to hunt for rare plants in the swamps of 
Columbia. After penetrating hundreds of miles into a trackless wilderness, 
and Searching in all kinds of dangerous spots, places haunted by deadly 
reptiles and equally deadly animals, where death lurked on every hand, the 
hunters succeeded in securing a large quantity of dirty, useless-looking old 
bulbs. Most of these were hooked out of interstices in the trees—Orchids 
in their wild state mostly grow on trees something in the same fashion as 
the mistletoe. These were shipped back to England. In that parcel 
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