each, and another of our members, Mrs. F. E. Lewis, of Ridgeiield, 
Conn., took a special prize for a vase of superb, very dark purple 
flowers. 
Among the novelties was a liew Carnation called MepigiHe Frau- 
caise. Send for a description to "Marinelli Carnations,*' P. O. Box 
205, Montvale, N. J. You will be interested in this flower though you 
may not wish to grow it. It is just being put on the market and is still 
very expensive. The exhibition at the Show enbraced many varieties 
though but one is, as yet, available. 
Another "novelty" easier to have is Leptosyne Maritima. You 
have all seen its name in catalogues, but did you know it was a beautiful 
tall yellow annual, so like a glorified yellow Cosmos, that its real name 
is scarcely behevable? Its habits in the garden are unknown to the 
writer but forced in pots it is most engaging. 
The garden appHances at the New York Show are always inter- 
esting and a particularly intriguing one was the Kirkspray which 
attaches to a hose and sprays the garden with any sort of a bug or 
disease kiUer it may happen to need. These are canned so alluringly 
that you covet them for the bath room cupboard. Send for the 
catalogue at 98 Chambers Street, New York. You should buy a 
miniature garden tractor, too, and a motor lawn mower and if you 
would like a really good garden ornament or bird bath, you can find 
them in concrete, very inexpensive, at the J. C. ICraus Cast Stone 
Works, Inc., 363 Lexington Ave., New York. 
This year the Garden Club of America was offered space at the 
Flower Show for any exhibits they chose to make. Can't we take this 
space if the same opportunity is given us next year and show Flower 
Arrangements, Table Decorations, good uses of easily grown things, 
and prove that the amateur with taste has something to teach, that 
even specimen flowers can be ugly if ill-used, while insignificant blooms 
are lovely if understood? 
TRANSGRESSION 
I meant to do my work today. 
But a brown bird sang in the apple tree 
And a butterfly flitted across the field 
And all the leaves were calling me. 
And the wind went sighing o'er the land, 
Tossing the grasses to and fro. 
And a rainbow held out its shining hand. 
So what could I do, but laugh and go. 
Richard Le Galliene. 
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