OF A LIFETIME 
THE AGE OLD DREAM, 
NOW A REALITY. 
Dear rose, how peculiar you are, 
Have you not a single thorn? 
My, but you are a rose so rare, 
From what parent are you born? 
Dear Thornless rose, what is your name? 
What, you say that you have none, 
From now on you will have great fame, 
For your place is on a throne. 
“THORNLESS BEAUTY" shall be your 
name, 
For you are so gentle to touch, 
You surely will reach the heights of fame, 
For no other rose has had as much. 
Your head has crimson red petals 
All of them being so serene; 
While greenish are all your sepals 
And all of your body so green. 
What a beautiful plant you make, 
With your well-shaped leaflets and stem, 
Very pleasing for anyone to take, 
To regard as a most precious gem. 
Dear rose, let not my wish be hollow, 
For to you | entrust my success and 
hand: 
So, please be kind and give us a show, 
In the great path-way of Roseland. 
—by Josephine Carr 
Illustration shows typical Thornless Beauty 
plant growing six months after planting. 
THORNLESS BEAUTY U.S. Plant Patent No. 382 
T CAME TRUE 
