UZZI MOHAMMED, JAc- WjaqM^ksnL^ 
SOUGHT THE PERFECT FLOWER . . . 
I T came to pass that Uzzi Mohammed, the Magnificent, was 
sated with the things of the earth. All of his desires but one 
had been fulfilled. His court was opulent in its luxury. His feet 
walked upon exquisite mosaic floors strewn with deep-piled rugs 
of rarest beauty, and the walls of his palace were enfolded in 
rich draperies of magic design and undreamed 
color harmonies. Vessels of precious metals 
wrought in unknown patterns by artisans 
from the far corners of the earth served him. 
And he expressed his royal will while reclin¬ 
ing upon divans lined with luxurious fabrics 
woven from the fleece of fabulous sheep bred 
for the luxurious pleasure of Uzzi Mohammed, 
the Magnificent, alone. 
And when Uzzi Mohammed, the Magnifi¬ 
cent, walked abroad in the great acres of the 
gardens his eyes dwelt on vistas of luminous 
beauty. Each day couriers, ever searching for 
new floral beauties, came bearing new exotic 
blooms to please his eyes and delight his 
nostrils with delicate perfume. 
But in the midst of all this beauty, Uzzi 
Mohammed, the Magnificent, was not satis¬ 
fied. He dreamed of a more perfect flower. 
Somewhere on earth there must be a flower 
far exceeding all others in its beauty and 
queenly qualities. Somewhere there 
must be such a one — a flower that 
reflected the iridescence of the sky 
after the rain, the cool beauty of the 
blue heavens, the shimmer of the rest¬ 
less sea, the soft whiteness of fleecy 
clouds, the unpaintable loveliness of 
the crags and hillsides, and the flash¬ 
ing quality of precious metals and rare 
gems. “Somewhere”, mused Uzzi Mo¬ 
hammed, the Magnificent, “there must ex¬ 
ist such a flower. And I will have the inner¬ 
most nooks and crannies of the world searched 
to find it.” 
So it came to pass that Uzzi Mohammed, the Magnificent, com¬ 
manded that Effen, Worker of Magic Things, come before him 
with his Magic Crystal Ball, so that he might gaze within its depths 
and tell him, Uzzi Mohammed, the Magnificent, what he saw 
within. And Effen placed his Magic Crystal Ball before his August 
Lord. 
“What would my Lord have me see?” asked Effen. “Look you 
well, Effen, I would that you see a flower so fair and beautiful 
Rameses 
that the eyes of none other have ever seen its like. I would have 
you see a flower so lovely that all men,—aye—even I—will bow 
before its beauty and pay it tribute because it is beautiful beyond 
the believing of men.” 
And the legend relates that Effen, Worker of Magic Things, 
did as he was bidden, that he looked within 
the Magic Crystal Ball and he saw many 
flowers of beauty and enchantment. And 
he caused the eyes of Uzzi Mohammed, the 
Magnificent, to see them also. But the 
Magnificent One was not satisfied. He 
knew them all. So he commanded Effen, 
Worker of Magic Things, to look still again 
and see what Uzzi Mohammed most greatly 
desired. 
Thereupon, Effen, Worker of Magic 
Things, so this ancient legend continues, 
called upon the Spirits of the World of 
Unseen Beauty to come to his aid and to 
show him what Uzzi Mohammed, the Mag¬ 
nificent One, desired. And the eyes of 
Effen saw the desire of his august Lord! 
And he called to him to look within the 
Magic Crystal and behold the beauty 
within. 
And Uzzi Mohammed, the Magnificent, 
looked, and his eyes beheld such loveli¬ 
ness as he had never before gazed upon, 
nor yet any other man. And he there¬ 
upon issued his royal command that his 
swiftest couriers should set forth and search 
the world over and bring back the living 
glory he had seen within the Magic Crystal. 
Time passed and one day a courier returned 
bearing within the protection of green 
leaves, lest it should decline and wither 
away in sadness, the flower that Effen, 
the Worker of Magic Things, had conjured 
in the Magic Crystal. 
Great rejoicing and great peace descended 
upon the palace of Uzzi Mohammed, the 
Magnificent. The Magnificent One called upon the Men of Wis¬ 
dom to bestow a fitting name on the lovely flower. And it was 
named “Iris”, Goddess of the Rainbow. 
Such is the story that is told down to this day in the bazaars 
and seraglios of the East. And in our time the Iris carries its 
message of beauty wherever men seek for supreme loveliness in 
the world of flowers. 
The ^X^ayman Collection ot the Worlds Finest Iris Is the Height oF 
Magnificence and tfie Final Achievement of the Masters of Horticulture 
Nowhere may you find finer varieties of Iris than those bred and grown in my Iris fields; bred for size, great beauty, 
enduring strength, and uniform quality and brilliance in coloring. The pages of this folder describe 75 of the "World's 
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