Automobile Associations, etc. We should work with the Wild Flower 
Preservation Society of America,* and any local scientific societies. 
Further information, posters and literature may be had through 
the Committee. Delia West Marble, Chairman. 
Bedford, New York. 
* Headquarters: New York Botanical Garden. 
Mrs. Edward B. Renwick 
. President of the Short Hills Garden Club. 
Among beautiful modern poems one called "Earth-bound" by 
Alfred Noyes stands preeminent. 
The soul which had so loved home and beauty steals back from 
the "terrible star-strewn infinite" and comes "under the cloudy 
lilac at the gate — through the walled garden" and into "some four- 
walled home with heart elate." 
If this could be true of any human soul, it would certainly be 
fulfilled by Mrs. E. B. Renwick, late and only president since its 
inception — of the Short Hills Garden Club. 
From the first premonition of spring to the last frost of October 
she rejoiced exceedingly in the unfolding beauty of this old world. 
Conceiving beauty of form and color in her mind, she carried it out 
in landscape or minute detail with such success, that walking through 
her garden was to walk towards one picture after another. 
To a garden lover this might seem achievement, but to enjoy alone 
was for her not enough. Of herself and of her time and of her garden 
she gave freely, enjoying most what she could share. 
With the object in view of enlarging garden knowledge, Mrs. 
Renwick, about nine years ago, founded one of the first Garden Clubs 
in this part of the country called "The Nine of Spades." This name 
embodied one of Mrs. Renwick's strong principles, that no gardener 
should be counted worthy the name who would not on hands and 
knees come to close grips with Mother Earth. 
Mrs. Renwick encouraged also mutual help, interchange of plants 
and seeds as well as ideas, and desired that the Club should prove of 
equal value to the owner of the little plot as to her of the spacious 
acres. Haunted for years' by the grim spectre which stalks those who 
must never relax physical care lest the bowl of life be suddenly broken, 
Mrs. Renwick steadfastly faced her life with its deprivations and its 
limitations without murmuring. 
When she could not go to the Spring, which she specially loved, 
she smiled her deep gratitude at those who brought her tokens of it; 
