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House & Garden 
Leaky valves are costly 
A DAMAGED floor, a spoiled rug, a 
discolored ceiling, and uncertain 
regulation of heat are some of the evils 
of cheap light weight radiator valves 
which make such valves mighty costly. 
Merit tempts 
imitation 
A radiator valve must have strength and 
weight to stand the strains of expansion 
and contraction of pipes. And Jenkins 
Radiator Valves have this strength and 
weight. They are better valves, and now, 
as for over fifty-seven years, they are in- 
And considering freedom from trouble and 
freedom from costly damages to a home or 
furnishings, Jenkins Valves are most economi¬ 
cal, although their first cost may be a little 
more than that of the light weight valve. 
Permit your architect to specify and your con¬ 
tractor to install genuine Jenkins “Diamond 
Marked” Radiator Valves. Send to any Jen¬ 
kins office for booklets on Plumbing and Heat¬ 
ing Valves. 
JENKINS BROS. 
80 White St...:.New York 
524 Atlantic Ave.Boston 
133 No. Seventh St.Philadelphia 
646 Washington Blvd.Chicago 
St. Louis Pittsburgh Washington 
San Francisco Havana 
JENKINS BROS., Limited 
103 St. Remi St., Montreal, Canada 
6 Great Queen St., Kingsway, W.C.2, 
London, England 
FACTORIES: Bridgeport, Conn. 
Elizabeth, N. J., Montreal, Canada. 
Jenkins Valves are made 
only by Jenkins Bros, 
and have the name and 
Jenkins Diamond cast 
on the body as shown 
below—a valve without 
this identification is not 
a Jenkins. 
stalled when it is the desire to make a 
heating system the best in every way. 
You, too, can have Jenkins Valves on 
your radiators—valves that do not leak; 
that can be opened easily and closed 
tightly, always — valves that will keep 
good a good heating system. 
The Chintz In Your Curtains 
(Continued from page 37) 
of the artist, exclaimed, “You should 
wear this, for it is you who are doing 
more to defeat England than I.” 
The English never developed such a 
distinct type of design as did the French 
under Oberkampf, but they did adopt, 
improve and modify those patterns that 
came home to them across the high seas 
of the world. A student of design can 
discover in the pattern of a fine English 
chintz a conglomerate mixture of mo¬ 
tives native to a score of lands. 
During our early Colonial days chintzes 
that came from England and India were 
the most important items for drapery 
usage. And today no material is quite 
so lovely for homes of Colonial and En¬ 
glish Cottage tradition as the reproduc¬ 
tions of the old printed goods. Given 
some yards of chintz and a little white 
paint, a dreary room will blossom like 
the rose. 
Let your imagination gallop for a mo¬ 
ment and perhaps you can hear the 
chantey songs of the capstan-bar or the 
tales of the clipper-ship races from 
Shanghai to Baltimore, from Bombay to 
London, laden with the new spring tea 
and fine cloths. And when the ship was 
securely berthed, there was the captain 
riding to his home with a treasure trove 
of gifts from foreign ports; a dinner set 
of Canton ware, a fan of carved ivory, 
twenty yards of cream silk for a wed¬ 
ding dress, and enough chintz to drape 
the hall or drawing room. 
When next you look through a range 
of chintzes, one of which is to make 
your home a bit more cheerful and make 
your life a little sweeter, try to remem¬ 
ber this: that you are not purchasing a 
yard of woven cotton and an ounce of 
dye, but that you are obtaining some¬ 
thing that will give your home an effect, 
and back of that effect are the age-old 
traditions of commerce and adventure, 
the study of chemists, mechanical engi¬ 
neers, artists and real craftsmen. 
Dated Sept. S, 1663, the following en¬ 
try is found in the Diary of Samuel 
Pepys, “Today I bought my wife a 
Chint for to line her study.” 
My Garden in May and June 
(Continued from page SO) 
It is some of the older, cheaper sorts, 
however, that if I could I should buy 
by the thousand, to set hyacinths 
streaming through them in color combi¬ 
nations to charm the most indifferent 
eye. Katherine Spurrell, Mme. de 
Graff, Ariadne, Flora Wilson and with 
these the five hyacinths with which we 
have tried this spring a very successful 
experiment, a group of colors from 
deepest violet to “lavender-blue touched 
corn-flower blue”—a true color descrip¬ 
tion from the list of a good dealer. The 
1 hyacinths were Enchantress, Schotel, 
Grand Maitre, King of the Blues and 
Lord Derby. Fifty of each were set in 
long, loose groups among other loose 
groups of the daffodils, running down 
a slope beneath Japanese quince and 
cedar with a few yellow tulips to rein¬ 
force the color of the daffodils. This 
planting is only some sixty to seventy 
feet from the southeast corner of the 
house and lies in and out of an almost 
invisible wire fence and very near the 
sidewalk for a distance of about fifty 
feet. 
Many are the passers-by who have 
enjoyed this picture with us this year. 
We see them stopping to gaze. Motors 
go slowly by this spot too, for this 
reach of flowers makes a bold, brilliant 
foreground for the gentle rise and fall 
of green lawn beyond, and in every light 
it is an example of fine color. The play 
of morning and late evening light is 
especially interesting on these rich violet 
flowers. 
No finer spring has ever dawned upon 
our small place than that of 1919. A 
cool, wet May until about the 26th, 
when with sudden heat, waves and bil¬ 
lows of bloom broke over the old bush 
honeysuckles and lilacs. There is noth¬ 
ing softer than the bloom of these Tar¬ 
tarian honeysuckles—the pink and the 
white, especially the latter, which with 
the deep color of its fading has a gen¬ 
erally creamy appearance. The lilacs, 
clouds of purple, mauve and white, have 
drooped under their weight of color and 
scent except those like Ludwig Spaeth, 
which have the stiff habit of trees whose’ 
newer stems, even, are woody. Tulips 
have also showed what they could do, 
but, under a hot sun, their day of glory 
has been but a day. I have liked some 
fine groups of yellow tulips, raising 
themselves above the lavender phloxes 
of spring—Mrs. Moon, Avis Kennicott, 
Flava, Miss Willmott, Retroflexa su- 
perba, all beauties among spring flowers. 
For a pink tulip, there was a time 
when I thought Inglescombe Pink the 
loveliest of all. I have now fixed the 
opinion upon the lovely Cottage tulip, 
Mrs. Kerrell. Is there any one unap¬ 
preciative of the beauty of rose color 
as it appears in the soft clusters of buds 
and flowers of Bechtel’s double-flower¬ 
ing crab? Let me say that this tulip, 
Mrs. Kerrell, blooming with me this 
spring below this crab-apple, is one of 
the sweetest of all May pictures. The 
relation of color is true, the relation of 
form is a delightful contrast. The tulip 
is one of great elegance of form, and, 
partly because I have it in half shade, 
of fine lasting qualities. Twelve bulbs 
are all I own. I could wish this number 
multiplied by tens and hundreds if I had 
place for them. 
Under a drooping apple bough I sit 
at twilight of the last day of May. Be¬ 
fore me is a plant grouping of much 
variety and charm and the air is filled 
with the fragrance of lilac and of lily- 
of-the-valley. The lilacs now, some 
twelve feet high, are in clouds of white, 
mauve, and purple bloom. Delicate 
whitish Persian lilacs are interspersed 
with those of French descent; the effect 
is a sumptuousness of bloom which can¬ 
not be surpassed. In what might be 
called a bay in these tall lilacs, a space 
some twelve feet wide and running back 
into the tall blooming trees for say six 
feet, this arrangement occurs. Against 
the tall lilac trees stands a young speci¬ 
men of Syringa pubescens, a species of 
lilac heavy with delicate lavender-white 
bloom. The bush is about five feet in 
height and stands on an almost solid 
carpet of forget-me-nots. Before the 
lilacs are masses of bleeding-hearts in 
full flower—to the right, Clara Butt 
tulips. In the foreground of all this, a 
soft round mass of ribbon grass, with 
Clara Butt rising now again through the 
striped leaves; to the left, and also in 
the foreground, tall forget-me-nots in a 
long blue drift, and beyond these, lily- 
of-the-valley, blooming whitely to their 
tips against their stiff green leaves, 
“each one,” as a remarkable English 
writer has it, “tented in its little pa¬ 
vilion of green.” The myosotis and the 
convallaria have naturalized themselves, 
run into each other, pink tulips and 
dicentra overhanging. 
As I sit on the little platform of a 
June afternoon looking through the 
tracery of apple-leaves to the brigkt 
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