crimson; Safrano, yellow, with shadings of orange 

 and fawn; Sunrise, which has all the tones of its 

 name; the Bride, one of the purest white roses; 

 Bridesmaid, dark pink; Duchess de Brabant, which 

 I have'' lauded in the preceding chapter; and For- 

 tune's Yellow, sulphur which shows copper tints as 

 the days grow chilly in fall. 



Almost all rose catalogues warn one against pur- 

 chasing the monster dormant roses offered for $1.25 

 a dozen by many department stores, as they declare 

 them to be worn-out roses which have been forced by 

 florists for cut flowers and then thrown out by them 

 when superannuated. The catalogues also further 

 declare these cheap roses to be budded on Holland 

 stock, the budded part of which will in a short time 

 die, while only suckers from the original stock will 

 be left on your hands. In justice to those rose phi- 

 lanthropists, the department store keepers, I feel it 

 is only fair I should refute the catalogue scandal. 

 The majority of the large dormant bushes offered 

 are hybrid perpetuals and these roses are seldom, if 

 ever, used by florists for cut flowers — teas and hy- 

 brid teas furnish the roses handled by them. 



With three dozen department store roses I started 

 my original stock of hybrid perpetuals and they have 



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