FRAU KARL DRUSCHKI—The Snow Queen 
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¢ ). . The limits of beauty extend beyond the boundaries of modern taste. The 
Old Roses have an eloquence of their own which speaks compellingly to all who love 
the Rose, who know its history, and appreciate what it means to humanity.” 
; —LaMBERTUS C. BoBBINK 
Some years ago, on my first visit to a large rose garden copied after the 
famous Roseraie de l'Hay near Paris, an attendant explained that if we 
would start to the left of the entrance and continue around to the right, 
we would “progress” from those of ancient lineage, planted in sequence 
of origin, until we arrived at the wondrous hybrid tea beauties of today. 
Glancing to the right, I noticed that a morning shower followed by hot 
sun had not been too kind to the modern “wondrous beauties” and I 
inquired if it might not be better to start at the right and “progress” in the 
opposite direction. The attendant was not amused and I proceeded humbly 
as directed. 
But for all the hundreds of thousands of gaily colored rose catalogues 
which flood the rose public each season, with nary a mention of any roses 
except the latest moderns, I raise my voice to protest that not all rose 
beauty is confined to these latest creations any more than is all feminine 
pulchritude limited to the specifications of Jane Russell, Marilyn Monroe 
or Miss America. 
