Our FIRST PRIZE Winning Display at Rockefeller Center, of the 
AMERICAN DAHLIA SOCIETY SHOW. (Note)—This photo was taken at 
G P.M. the last day of the Dahlia Show. Our blooms were still in fine shape. 
AN ORCHID TO THE DAHLIA 
Whether grown for profit, pleasure or pastime, 
You will find the dahlia always sublime. 
To toil all summer it is a pleasure to me, 
Just to see those blossoms come out on a spree. 
With every color, shade, tint and hue, 
That is in a rainbow I think except blue. 
Of all the many flowers the dahlia appeals to me, 
Although there are a million others as pretty as can be. 
The only fault I find with them the nose it cannot see, 
Or the honey suckle vine would be just another tree. 
When other flowers have bloomed and the stalks have gone to rest, 
The faithful old dahlia is looking its best. 
It blooms and blooms till Jack Frost comes and winter is here, 
Then leaves its roots beneath the soil to come another year. 
Specimens come from every country that are beautiful, I must say, 
But none I’ve seen can beat the ones grown in old U. S. A. 
At writing poetry I admit I’m exceedingly poor, 
But order from this Catalogue, I can please you, I’m sure. 
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