Gypsy 
») Hybrid Tea. (Weeks.) Plant Pat. 
488° 3763. Gypsy is our headliner for 
1973—an All-America Award Winner 
hybridized by O. L. Weeks and intro- 
duced by our firm. It’s as dashing as a 
gypsy, with something of a gypsy’s mys- 
tery and excitement. . . dusky orange- 
red, often touched scarlet on the under- 
side. The urn-shaped buds are almost 
black. Flowers are up to 5 inches across 
with 35 to 40 large satiny petals. High 
pointed at first, they open to a loosely 
cupped form. The splendid color lasts 
even through intense summer heat. 
Firm petals and long stems plus un- 
usual lasting ability make Gypsy a 
treasure for cutting. Light spicy scent. 
Foliage is glossy rich green, and disease 
resistance is above average. A husky, 
hardy plant growing 5 feet tall and pro- 
ducing wave after wave of dazzling 
blooms. 
Here’s a direct quote from a gardener 
who tested some plants of Gypsy: ‘An 
outstanding rose. It grew very well, 
reached over 5 feet, taller than most in 
our garden. Foliage was bright and 
plentiful, stems straight and_ strong, 
almost no blackspot.”’ 
You’re sure to enjoy Gypsy! 
$4.90 ea.—3 or more, $4.55 ea. 
Center Stage for (G75. 
Dear Friends: 
On January 26 I am 84, eight years older than Star Roses. But 
to show you that I am young in spirit, with a touch of nostalgia 
for the best of the past, I think you will enjoy this poem sent me 
by a friend: 
Remember when HIPPIE meant big in the hips, 
And a TRIP involved travel in cars, planes and ships? 
When POT was a vessel for cooking things in, 
And HOOKED was what Grandmother’s rug might have been? 
When NEAT meant well organized, tidy and clean, 
And GRASS was a ground cover, normally green? 
When GROOVY meant furrowed with channels and hollows, 
And BIRDS were winged creatures, like robins and swallows? 
When FUZZ was a substance that’s fluffy like lint, 
And BREAD came from the bakery, not from the mint? 
When SQUARE meant a 90-degree angled form, 
And COOL was a temperature not quite warm? 
When CHICKEN meant poultry, and BAG meant a sack, 
And JUNK trashy cast-offs and old bric-a-brac? 
When JAM was preserves that you spread on your bread, 
And CRAZY meant balmy, not right in the head? 
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Copyright 1973, The Conard-Pyle Co. 

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When CAT was a feline, a kitten grown up, 
And TEA was a liquid you drank from a cup? 
When SWINGER was someone who swung in a swing, 
And a PAD was a soft sort of cushiony thing? 
Words once so sensible, sober and serious, 
Are making the FREAK SCENE almost Psycho-Mysterious. 
It's GROOVY, MAN, GROOVY, but English it’s not, 
Methinks that the language has gone straight to POT! 
Now, I agree with the author “English it’s not’’; nevertheless, 
it is the language of today and like many other changes in my 
lifetime, I have been able to adapt to and understand it. At the 
same time I have tried to make my adjustments to changing times 
consonant with the Christian Ethic that consideration, integrity, 
honesty, justice are basic aims in themselves and are not to be 
compromised. This I have tried to make an integral part of the 
philosophy of Star Roses and believe that to a large extent I have 
been successful. 
It is my desire for our firm to be modern, progressive, in tune 
with our times, and yet not to forget those old-fashioned virtues 
about which I feel strongly and which are so often little emphasized 
or appreciated today. 
Sincerely, 
LINE AES 
S. B. Hurron, Sr. 
Chairman of the Board 
Printed in U.S.A. 
