IN a cartoonist's imagination, the ladies who belong to garden clubs are a Begonia Mafia who gather in print dresses and flowered hats to chatter about mulch and prettification. In some ways, of course, the ladies are responsible for their own image.
At least since Earth Day, however, the garden-club ladies have felt a certain smugness. America's garden clubs have been preaching conservation for years, albeit in modest and genteel ways. Last week when 600 delegates to the national council gathered in Chicago, they tended to say, "I told you so." Said Mrs. Howard Kittel of Fort Worth: "The image of the...
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