March 7, 1903. 
THE GARDENING WORLD. 
2i5 
WITHOUT PREJUDICE. 
Quizzings by “ Cal." 
One of the worst banes to a gardener is a bad cook. If the 
Beets are poorly coloured it is the gardener. 
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If the Cabbage is brown when cooked she blames the gardener 
for growing bad sorts. 
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Should the “ murphies ” go to a mash it is the gardener. 
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She declares the Brussels Sprouts are tough, although she 
boiled them an hour. 
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She complains that the Celery is all outside stalks. Outside 
is correct, for she 'throws much good stuff outside. We may live 
without love, we may live without books, but where is the man 
that can live without cooks ? Great Scott! let her be a cook, not 
a spoiler. 
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America us still moving. The Pennsylvania Railroad Co. are 
erecting huge glass houses for the purpose of supplying flowers 
and plants to decorate their corridor cars. 
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Moreover, a branch line is being planted with shade trees, 
and garden stations are to be a feature along the whole route. 
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I note that scientists are fixing up people with artificial voices. 
“ G. W.” readers have long had an artificial voice, for its columns 
are always open. 
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Moreover, it is not a monotone voice, for one may use 
their full powers, providing they do not get outside the English 
language. 
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If I were asked what I would term a calamity I should at once 
say ‘‘moving.” 
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I have done a bit in the furniture line, but save me from 
garden moving. 
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The removal of 150 fruit trees and bushes, together with thou¬ 
sands of perennials and bulbs, one February will ever remain in 
my memory. The labour of lifting, labelling, packing, the con¬ 
stant beseeching of the waggoner to handle things carefully, the 
unloading, the broken plants, lost labels, replanting, etc. 
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Spare me from such another week, especially when the new 
garden is a dilapidated wilderness. It was all like a hideous 
nightmare. Never again would I undertake such a business. 
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“ Say, Jimmy, I knows where to get some Primroses; coming 
wiv us ? ” Such was the query I recently heard one little boy 
put to another. I, too, have been Primrosing. Not gathering 
wild flowers, but planting several hundreds of Storrie’s 
hybrids. 
Tis a poor garden that does not own some specimens of 
modern-day hybrids. The display they make in spring time 
pivals that of the bulbs. 
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One cannot have too much of a good thing. That is the reason 
that I have been planting additional canes of Superlative Rasp¬ 
berry. I am not aware as to this particular variety’s history, but 
regarding the Raspberry as a. species, it is not without its legend. 
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Without doubt, the popular name is derived from its thorny 
growth. The Italian Raspe, Scotch Raspis, or German Krats- 
berre, all denote its character. 
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According to the Greek, it bails from Mount Ida, where it 
grew m the glade where Shepherd Alexander, son of Priam, King 
of Troy, gave his decision in favour of Venus. 
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It is not improbable that Juno and Minerva whiled away their 
ime by eating the berries, and rumour says that the lady coloured 
ier complexion with the juice. 
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To the ancients the Raspberry was nown as Rub us Idaetls, 
and Plaudiu®, an .agriculturist of the fourth century, mentions 
that it was cultivated in his time. 
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These items are of secondary interest to present-day cultivators, 
whose only aim is to get good berries in plenty. 
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That there is money in this fruit is unquestionable, for many 
large areas are being planted for market purposes, despite the 
low prices that have ruled of late. 
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The Raspberry is a fruit that pays with good culture; there¬ 
fore any readers with room to spare should get in a few stools 
without delay, and let the variety be Superlative. 
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A real live and perfect wasp was recently caught at Weybridge. 
Gad zooks! is it an ill omen? 
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New varieties of Potatos are booming. The latest is King 
Edward VII., which is claimed to. be the finest second early of 
the present day. I live in hopes of being .able to comment upon 
several new sorts during the coming season. 
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Few Damson growers can boast of being free from red spider. 
The majority take little heed of it, unfortunately. 
If, however, one uesires good fruit, spraying is the road to go 
by. 1 ake 81b. of pearl ash, 91b. of black sulphur, gib. of salt, 
1 gallon of water, and .allow to' boil itself into a paste. Make up 
to 13 gallons, and spray with a fine nozzle two or three times 
during the season. 
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Such is the up-to-date method of combating the mighty atom. 
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Speaking of spraying, soot-water is efficacious in preventing the 
Celery and Onion flies. 
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Half a bushel of soot in 100 gallons of water, well stirred up, 
forms the foundation for a good spray. 
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A good lump of lime should be put in the liquid, and when 
the water has become clear the liquid is ready. 
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Two or three lots of water may be added before the soot is 
exhausted. 
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1 he ss. “ Commerce ” recently brought over a load of Bartlett 
Pears from the States which were completely spoilt. 
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The refrigerating department on board had worked the tem¬ 
perature anywhere between 68deg. and 30deg. Poor Pears ! 
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Australia reckons on sending 319,400 packages of Apples 
between March and June. 
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We know what their Apples are like, and I guess the Canadian 
cold stored stock, which is to come over at the same time, will 
have to be pretty fine if they are to make a stand. 
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Alight I ask what is the largest weight of Potatoes produced 
from one pound of seed ? 
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I find that a Air. Rose, of New York, in 1885, dug no less than 
1,301 lb. weight from 1 lb. of seed. 
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Doubtless, many readers may guess the method by which he 
did it. If not, I shall be pleased to give a. few details. 
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To enter an old and neglected garden one cannot but own to a 
feeling of desolation. 
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The accumulated leaves, the gaunt, ugly, mis-shapen, moss- 
grown trees, the weed-ridden beds and borders, where the strong 
and vigorous plants of former days, only .survive, whilst the weaker 
ones have been crushed out of existence. Yet something ’may be 
learned amidst the distress. 
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The discovery of a. stone or piece of masonry, the markings of 
which denote the- age of centuries, tends to send thoughts wander- 
. ing. * 
Could such a garden speak, what mysteries and happenings it 
might divulge! * * 
Perhaps it is fortunate it is so, for a secret divulged has a lost 
interest. 
