See these spikes of gold and crimson 
Vixed with those of misty white, 
Apricot and orange yellow, 
Glowing in the morning light. 
Salmon-pink, with carmine markings, 
Rich maroon ones, here and there, 
Do you wonder that I love them, 
My gladioli so fair? 
—Harriet G. Willhide 

MOHAWK (See page 6) 



See page 6 

MARGARET BEATON ( 

SALUTATION (See page 7) 

“Who loves a garden comes to know 
The purest time therein to go 
Is when the day has just begun, 
And dew lies sparkling in the sun. 
But Oh! the holiest time of all 
Is when the dusk begins to fall, 
And all is veiled in softest gray, 
And thrushes sing their vesper lay.” 
BIRCH RED (See page 13) 
—LYMAN 
LADY JANE (See page 6) 
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