an Teplitz, Ulrich Brunner and the new Etou. t France. 
There is a legend which says that all Roses o. -e were 
white, but that on one occasion Cupid spilled a goblet of 
wine over some of the blossoms, staining them red, and that 
those wine-stained flowers became the parents of all the 
red Roses. 
Perhaps, however, you have a fancy for the purity of 
absolute white. You will turn then to that most magnifi- 
cent of all white Roses, Frau Karl Druschki, and to Mar- 
garet Dickson, Madame Plantier and the White Maman 
Cochet. If, however, you like better a flower with a little 
warmer tint, there is the beautiful Mrs. John Laing, the 
popular La France, and the splendid Paul Neyron Rose, of 
a delicate pink. 
Dainty yellow blossoms have a peculiar charm, and you 
cannot help going into rhapsodies over Marechal Niel, 
Gloire de Di- 
jon, and Perle 
des J a r d i n s 
(Pearl of the 
Gardens) . 
If there are 
arbors, pergo- 
las, or unsight- 
ly buildings, to 
be covered, one 
naturally turns 
to Roses. Few 
Roses have 
greater popu- 
larity than the 
Crimson Ram- 
bler, w h i c h 
grows very 
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