PARDON ME 
In explanation, and apology for writing this booklet, I will say 
that for many years it has been my pleasure to anSwer very many 
queries by correspondents interested in the Commercial Culture of 
Pansies. 
In order that more time may be employed in the field work of 
seed production, which I like much better than office labor, I.am 
presenting a few suggestions that result from almost fifty years’ 
experience as a grower of pansies only—an industry which with 
us has now become exclusively the production of pansy seed. 
Therefore, when my neighbor in Maine or Australia ‘‘wants to 
know you know,’’ instead of getting a letter back he is going to 
be put to the trouble of “wading through” this booklet, and even 
then, perhaps, only to find that ‘‘there is nobody at home!”’ 
I offer the opinions of several successful pansy specialists on 
several different topics, upon which I believe you can fully rely. 
So, if you will read with confidence what they say, and take ‘‘with 
a pinch of salt’? what I may tell you—you cannot get very far 
away from the fundamentals of commercial pansy culture. 
I will not deny that I am a strong believer in the merits of 
Mastodon pansies; here and there you will find proof of this. It 
is because I desire every market grower of pansies to try our 
pansies once. 
To Our Competitors 
I do not expect our business to grow at the expense of our 
worthy competitors, to every one of whom I wish the greatest of 
success. Their pansy industries and ours will prosper because of 
high quality, satisfying service and the immensely increasing de- 
mand of the public for a superior type of pansy, which is beyond 
question the most popular flower in the world now, and for the 
future. 
With proper handling, it is likewise the most profitable flower 
to grow. Let your slogan be, ‘‘Plant Plenty of Pansies.”’ 
ao ae 
“KEEP FISHIN” 
HI SOMERS was the durndest cuss 
Fer ketchin’ fish—he sure was great 
He never used to make no fuss 
About the kind of pole er bait, 
Er weather, neither; he’d just say, 
“I got to ketch a mess today.’’ 
An’ toward the creek you’d see him slide, 
A-whistlin’ soft an’ walkin’ wide. 
I says one day to Hi, says I, 
‘“How do you always ketch ’em, Hif?’’ 
He give his bait another swishin’ 
An’ chucklin’, says, ‘‘I jest keep fishin’; ’’ 
—Ray Clarke Rose, in the Vagabond. 
San 
