PARK AND CEMETERY. 
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“They’re cemetery sup’ts, they’ve come from 
afar, 
And they’re bent on odd capers, sunlight 
and star. 
Pent up in a graveyard must be terribly 
drear, 
So, when loose, those old fellows act aw- 
fully queer.’’ 
its kind they had ever witnessed. A feather 
in your cap, St. Louis — and this from Bos- 
ton, too ! 
The convention should not be held in the 
city where the president is also superin- 
tendent of one of the local cemeteries; it 
gives that officer far too much to do. Take, 
for instance, President Brazill at St. Louis. 
universally beloved, departed brother, Tim- 
othy McCarthy. 
J. J. Cunningham, superintendent of Cal- 
vary Cemetery, New York, averages sixty 
funerals a day — say, 20,000 to 23,000 a year. 
Who wants his job? Assuredly, I don’t. 
Horticulturally, John Reid, of Detroit, 
stands without a peer among us, but did 
SNAP SHOTS OP THE A. A. C. S. CONVENTION AT ST. LOUIS, TAKEN BY SID. J. HARE. 
1, R. D. Boice, the Octogenarian Member from Geneseo, 111.; 2, The A. A. C. S. Party in Calvary; 3, Lake and Conservatory, Missouri 
Botanical Garden; 4, William Ohlweiler, Manager Missouri Botanical Garden, with an Armful of his Pets; 5 William Falconer Pass- 
ing the Palm to Mr. Gurney; 6, Mr. Gurney beside his Lily Pond in Tower Grove Park. 
As we entered the Planters’ Hotel the 
first man we met was our dear old friend, 
the octogenarian, R. D. Boice, of Geneseo, 
111., the Nestor of our Association. What 
a joy it is to have him with us, and how 
he loves to come ! 
The ladies were a happy gathering, but 
in the sociable set we missed Mrs. Steph- 
ens, of Indianapolis ; Mrs. Diering, of New 
York; Mrs. Hooper, of Richmond, and 
some others. Professionally, the absence 
of Mrs. Hay, of Erie, was a gap in the as- 
sociation. Miss Daisy Blaine, of Detroit, 
however, was an earnest and absorbing at- 
tendant. I tried to convince her that their 
way of massing all of the lots in a section 
together, without any intervening alleys or 
paths, was a mistake, but she was too 
strong for persuasion. 
The Veiled Prophets’ ball was, according 
to Mr. and Mrs. Creesy, of Salem, who 
were there, the most magnificent affair of 
Not only did he have all of the dignity 
and detail of the presidency to attend to, 
but the preparing for, providing for and 
entertaining of the convention also largely 
fell on his shoulders. This is too much for 
one man. True, his work was faultless, 
generous, splendid, and without a hitch 
anywhere ; but why overburden a good man 
because he is willing to work? 
Among the absentees were Salway, Ste- 
phens, Scorgie, Ross, Roy, Diering, Cline, 
Green, Dix, Druckemiller, Gossard and oth- 
ers — giants, every one of them. How me 
missed them ! 
Sterling and to the point is James Cur- 
rie, of Milwaukee. When he speaks we 
listen. And George Creesy, of Salem — 
what would we do without his rip-roaring 
laughter and hearty good humor? It al- 
ways is a pleasure to grip the hand of 
Father Harrington, of Rhode Island ; we 
never meet him without a memory of that 
you ever know such a bashful man in meet- 
ing? Another instance, it not infrequently 
happens that he who knows the most says 
the least. 
If there was a happier man in the con- 
vention than J. Y. Craig, of Omaha, as he 
tucked that little birthday token of love 
under his arm, who was he? And wasn’t 
it a joy to every one of us to inscribe our 
names in the souvenir ? Do more of it,, 
boys ; it’s brotherly love. 
Sid J. Hare, of Kansas City, is a picture 
fiend. Snap ! snap ! went his camera all day 
long, and even after the convention was 
over, between 4 and 5 o’clock Thursday 
afternoon, in the drizzling rain, I found 
him in Tower Grove Park, with a big Vic- 
toria leaf on its back, on the lily pond em- 
bankment, taking a time exposure. But 
these photographs from life are of in- 
estimable value to him in his landscape 
work. 
