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Sixty Years AmotvgTre Roses^»So9 



Where the Dingee Roses Go and Grow 



We have sent our Roses to every nook and corner of the universe. We say "our" Roses, because 

 in them we take ahnost childish pride. Just as the parent watches tenderly over the child, so do* 

 we keep a jealous eye on the production of our skill. Night and day, with zealous care, we watch over 

 them, and when they go forth with their youthful promise of beauty and pleasure, we part from them 

 with almost filial reverence, because their success in life means much to us, and so it has been since 

 the beginning. All has not been sunshine. These children of Nature have not escaped adversities; 

 almost akin to human ills. The weakest have sometimes developed into the strongest, while the 

 sturdiest have at times been the objects of our most solicitous care. 



After all, the greatest pleasure is brought forcibly home to us in traveling in the various sections 

 of this country of ours, when strangers tell us in enthusiastic terms about their success with Dingee 

 Roses, — pleasure which brings with it the pride of deeds well done, far beyond the mere mercenary 

 consideration of having sold the Roses. In every county, in every state of the Union, in the gardens 

 of the rich, and in more modest homes, where, perhaps, they are more favorably cherished; in the 

 lonely compounds of the far West, in the most remote parts of Europe, Asia, even in the Congo Free 

 State, the missionary tells how Dingee Roses have lightened darkest Africa ; in the botanical gardens 

 of Continental Europe — everywhere, Dingee Roses are today growing, and are a living monument 

 to skill, perseverance and enduring belief in American energy and the product thereof. As years go, 

 our experience has been long. Our business has been our pleasure. If we have added in a small way 

 to the joy of living, if we have helped beautify our native land, then, indeed, do we feel, apart from 

 the commercial success of this business, that" Our Friends and Patrons " is not an empty phrase. 



The Rose— Queen of all the Flo\vers 



Mankind and Flowerkind are old acquaintances. When man first moved into his earthly habi- 

 tation he found it already furnished with flowers. From old Eden they went forth together into the 

 uttermost parts of the world. No one will deny that both of these old companions are better off 

 for having had each other's company during their long walk down the corridors of time. The com- 

 panionship has been never one-sided in its benefit. Our patient, loving care of flowers has made them 

 more numerous, various and delightful, and, at the same time, has made us more susceptible to the 

 gentleness, refinement and elevation which they have given in return. 



God be thanked for the world-wide mission of the flowers! They create the happiness of the child 

 and crown that of the bride; they carry our unspeakable messages of sympathy to the afflicted and 

 they descend into the graves of those we love. The Rose is the queen of them all. Other flowers may 

 be the favorites of individuals or become the object of a passing fashion, but the dominion of the Rose 

 is abiding and secure. We see them everywhere about us, verifying the lines, 



"The best things any mortal hath 

 Are those which eve^-y mortal shares." 



Residence of P. Joseph Lynch, General Manager of The Dingee & Oonard Co. 



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