"No path of flowers leads to glory," says Fontaine in one of his Fables. The Annual Flower Show at the Grand Central Palace, Manhattan, would seem to give the lie to this saying.
Here nature's lines and pigments, guarded and moulded by tender hands of many gardeners, paint the halls in contrasting colors, now gorgeous and vivid, now subtle and evasive. The full-blown ripeness of the rose, the sturdy primness of the sweet pea are ranged in harmonious array, mingling the emotions of night and scent in one silent pean to the advent...
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