Most of the All-America-Award winners will be found here. 
However much we may enjoy some variety of a decade 
past, no-one can deny the steady progress of our Hybrid 
Teas, particularly in the health and hardiness of the plants 
and the rapidity with which strong canes come up blooming 
from the base. We have watched some of those sent us for 
trial, this summer, with genuine amazement! There is much 
in store for you now on the way to market. 
No rose need be an All-America winner, or first at Baga- 
telle, or even wear a patent tag to be an honored member 
of our collection. They are listed herein because we admire 
and love them, and because we consider each a distinct 
personality in the great family of Newer Roses. 
ANGELS MATEU. (Ahn-helz Mah-tay-oo.) Patent 174. ARS 77%. 
Medium. Large, many-petalled globular blooms, ‘flame brushed gold.” 
Creation of the great Basque, Pedro Dot, famous for his vibrant color. 
Won the Bagatelle Gold Medal, 1934. Fragrance of ripe blackberries. 
“Exquisite double bloom like a crinkled peony, holding its color to the end 
and worthy its celestial title. My best blooming hybrid tea.’—Mrs. George W. 
Childers, Covington, Ky. 1.75 
APPLAUSE. Patent 829. ARS 78%. 3 feet. 
This Herb Swim cross of Contrast with Charlotte Armstrong won the Baga- 
telle Gold Medal in 1947, the highest award in the rose-world. Grows 
above medium height, vigorous and well-furnished .. . its big leathery 
leaves laugh at mildew. Flower is large, many petalled, powerfully 
fragrant ... color starts dazzling light red of a unique shade, and fades 
pleasantly in later stages. 3 for 5.25 each 2.00 
BETTY UPRICHARD. H. Tea. Patent 23. ARS 79%. Medium-tall. 
We are pleased that this fine old favorite is given a 79% national 
‘rating. Good anywhere, but has just the right petallage to open properly 
in the cooler and coastal sections. Color is a distinctive two-tone, inside 
delicate salmon-pink, outside very live, glowing carmine. Tall-growing, 
healthy and vigorous. (Supply limited) 1.75 
The year’s at the spring, 
And day’s at the morn; 
Morning’s at seven 
The hillside’s dew-pearled; 
The lark’s on the wing 
The snail’s on the thorn; 
God’s in his Heaven 
All’s right with the world. 
—Pirpa Passes 
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