August, 1917 
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Beals 
FARTHEST FROM THE TRENCHES 
Never before have we had such need of gardens. In this hour 
when the mind is torn with rumors of shell-shattered trenches 
and numbed with the statistics of suffering incomprehensible , it is 
well to seek in the garden the peace of green growing things. 
There is balm in the kindly shade of trees, rest in the silent 
mirroring of a lake and ennoblement in the faint high crest of 
iris—the flower of France. Such a glimpse can be caught in the 
garden of Mortan Nicholls. Esq., at Greenwich. Connecticut 
