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as ours. This simple contrivance 
works very satisfactorily. 
We feel that if we had an oil of 
asphaltic base available for our use, 
it would do away with one objection- 
able feature on heavy grades. That 
is, a tendency to become slipper3^ 
We are making experiments now and 
expect to keep at it until we are 
able to overcome that condition. It 
may interest 3'OU to know what we 
are doing, but as we only began these 
tests last Saturday it is too early yet 
to discuss results. Our first experi- 
ment was made on a block of new 
macadam on Valentine Road, between 
A HORTICULT 
From Pittsburg to Kansas City 
Knowing several friends in the 
West and wishing to stop over on the 
way to see some of them, I started 
for the convention a few days ahead 
of the necessary time. As neighbor 
Allen had never been west of Pitts- 
burg and as he was going to Kansas 
City anyway, I asked him to accom- 
pany me and see my friends and he 
readily complied. 
Columbus, Ohio, was our first stop. 
A private gentleman friend met us at 
the railroad station with his automo- 
bile and with him was John J. Steph- 
ens of Greenlawn Cemetery. They way 
we tore around that city was exciting. 
“Let her out, Ben, but slow up if you 
see a bobby” was the sub rosa order 
to the chauffeur. At Greenlawn ev- 
er3'thing was lovely. It is a beautiful 
enclosure, modern and finely kept with 
the lawn-plan established in the newer 
sections. ^Ir. Stephens is a tree man, 
he loves the grand arboreal giants that 
prevail in the grounds and prides him- 
self on his groups of 3munger speci- 
mens, notably the finer conifera;. He 
also has a serviceable concrete gutter 
and catchbasin that is giving complete 
satisfaction. A very beautiful memor- 
ial chapel is a feature of the institu- 
tion. The office work was in fine 
form with complete detail plans of ev- 
ery portion of the cemetery, the work 
of that expert engineer, John’s broth- 
er, Mr. L. Y. Stephens. 
Eight o’clock next morning found 
us at Spring Grove Cemetery, Cin- 
cinnati. Here I have been making 
occasional pilgrimages for many years 
for in its 600 acres there is much to 
see and learn, and something new to 
know every time I visit it. My first 
visit there was on the occasion of the 
meeting of the A. A. A. S. in Cincin- 
nati in 1881. Being interested in 
parks, landscape work and plants, and 
Wyoming Avenue and Genessee 
Street. Our second on old macadam 
on Broadway near 31st Street, by us- 
ing a mixture of Utah asphalt, known 
here as “Sarco,” with residuum oil, 
the proportion of “Sarco” being about 
ten per cent. To get a mixture of 
these tw'o, we have had built an open 
top steel heating tank, holding 250 
gallons, with a firebox underneath 
and mounted on low trucks, with a 
sliort handle attached. 
The asphalt is first put in and heat- 
ed until it is thin. The oil is then 
added and thoroughly stirred, while 
the heating is continued. The tank 
is built with a vertical paddle rod or 
URAL TRAVEL 
knowing of the fame of Adolph Stra- 
uch, the then superintendent and great 
artist of Spring Grove, I soon made 
my way to this “new creation” among 
cemeteries. Most cordially did that 
grand old Dutchman welcome and en- 
tertain me. Could you then blame me, 
when Sid J. Hare threw the portrait 
of this brilliant gardener on the screen 
on Tuesday night, if I did stamp my 
feet and clap my hands? But that 
likeness was of him as a young man, » 
he was advanced in years wdien I 
knew him. 
Brother Salwa3f was on the East 
coast recuperating. But the glow'ing 
smile and happy welcome bf Miss 
Beech in the office are as cordial today 
as they were twent3' 3'ears ago, and 
.she doesn’t look a day older. Then 
Mr. Innes and Mr. Kern, Mr. Salway’s 
assistants, took us in tow through ev- 
er3' nook and cranny, showing and 
explaining everything, reserving noth- 
ing. Does that cemetery superintend- 
ent live — who is he? where is he? who 
can traverse this great acreage of the 
dead, having his eyes and his ears 
open, without absorbing something 
new and practical to his profit? 
Saturday found us at Richmond, 
Ind., the guest of my man3"-years- 
close friend, iMr. E. G. Hill, or Gur- 
ney Hill, as I always call him. He 
was at the station to meet us. Mr. 
Hill is the originator and disseminator 
of many new plants. The “Richmond” 
rose is one of his achievements, and it 
is toda3' the best and most popular 
and profitable crimson forcing rose on 
earth. Every new plant of merit in 
the way of roses, carnations, gera- 
niums, chrysanthemums and the like 
brought out in this country or Eur- 
ope, in addition to his own produc- 
tions, is obtained and tested by his 
firm. Hybridization and selection as 
carried on b3' himself have given rise 
mixer in the center, having a geared 
crank shaft with a handle for turning 
by hand. When hot and well mixed, 
we spread it from buckets. 
As you see, we are yet in an experi- 
mental stage in the use of oil on 
macadam roads, and we are doing 
things in a crude way. We hope and 
expect to arrive at better methods and 
better results from its continued use, 
such as a cheaper cost of succeeding 
applications with a longer life of road 
and smaller cost of maintenance. 
In appearance, the roads will speak 
for themselves, and you are to form 
your own opinions of them. 
ER in the WEST 
to man3' sterling novelties, and his 
place today is alive with pedigreed 113-- 
brid and cross-bred plants, the labor 
of love and his own hands, for his 
heart is in his work and his pocket 
faileth him not. He is now building 
a new and mammoth establishment 
for the propagation and cultivation of 
his novelties. And still we are asked 
— “where can I send my bo3- to learn- 
practical, progressive florist work?” 
Mr. Hill is also one of the trustees of 
the cemetery — an exceedingly clean 
and beautifull3' kept one. Alhough it 
is a stock company, every penny tak- 
en in goes to the maintenance and im- 
provement of the place. 
The Richmond park is the finest 
piece of original heavy w'oodland I 
have seen for many a day, undulating 
and diversified in outline and a<bund- 
antly supplied with generous natural 
springs. After enjoying the full 
souled hospitality of his famil3' he 
leaves us at the station, and next 
morning we reached St. Louis. 
At St. Louis is 1113^ dear old cronie, 
James Gurnie, Supt. of Tower Grove 
Park and gardener emeritus oi the 
Missouri Botanical Gardens — Shaw’s 
Gardens. We both are old Kew men, 
he of ’53 and I of ’72, and this fastens 
our attachment, but we have been as 
brothers for over 30 3^ears. What a 
grcind old man he is, so enthusiastic 
in his profession and an encylopedia 
among plants. His son met us at the 
station. 
Mr. Gurney's water lih^ gardens 
surpass in diversity and beauty 3113'- 
thing else of the kind in the countrv' 
and the3' are the great feature of 
Tower Grove Park. In shallow wind- 
ing lakelets he grows all manner of 
water lilies (nymph;ea), hardy and 
tender, day blooming and night 
blooming, white, yellow, blue and 
man3- shades of pink, purple, red and 
