1S2 THE OPENING DAY FOR ROSES 
most about this rose is its fragrance. There never 
was such a sweet scent, I think, as that of a rose, 
and this one wafts it out most generously. 
Joseph and I are beginning to know these three 
roses. But it is not only the bloom which one must 
regard and remember in order to become a Ro^ 
sarian. There are, besides, stems and foliage to 
look at carefully. The main plan of the leaves 
and leaflets of roses is the same ; but in their size, 
gloss, roughness or smoothness, and in their colour, 
they vary very much. Of the three roses that are 
open to-day, I think the Clio has the handsomest 
foliage; yet the rose itself is not nearly so beautiful 
as the Frau Karl Druschki, nor has it the charm 
of the Marshall P. Wilder. 
Joseph and I have wmndered why this rose was 
named after Mr. Wilder. Once, when I was quite 
small, I heard him declaim and tell some funny 
stories. But there is nothing funny or like Mr. 
Wilder about the Clio rose. It is not likely either 
that Frau Karl Druschki, should we e,ver see her, 
would remind us in the least of our marble-like, 
wonderful rose. It truly seems a shame not to 
give pretty names to roses. The Japanese call their 
chrysanthemums by such names as “Moonlit- 
Wave,” “Ten - Thousand - Times - Sprinkled-with- 
Gold,” and “The-Pink-of-Dawn.” Mr. Percy 
would have called the Druschki rose “Awakened- 
Snow,” but neither Joseph nor I quite understand 
the name. 
