Pennsylvania School of Horticulture for Women - Wise Acres Yearbook (Ambler, PA)

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4 WISE-ACRES £ Vol. IX January 1925 No. 2 Published Quarterly by the Students of the School of Horticulture for Women, Ambler, Pa.—Louise Carter, Director Entered at Ambler P. O. as Second-Class Matter Under Act of March 3,1879. STAFF Editor-In-Chief. Esther Cummings Asst. Editor, Elizabeth Pedigo Adv. Mgr., Helen M. Tripner Business Manager, Alice I. Legters One Dollar a Year Single Copy, Twenty-five Cents A Farewell My poor little garden, once lovely and gay, Lies brown and bedraggled. In play Came the Frost King; with fiery dart Has taken your beauty, and broken your heart. Where once were the larkspurs, majestic and blue, Forget-me-nots, pansies, bright marigolds, rue, Where brilliant-hued dahlias looked smilingly down— There's nothing but ruins, dull, withered and brown. My poor little garden, I love you so well Your beauty enmeshed me. Through it's magic spell I loved every leaf, every flower you bore— You're gone, little garden, I'll see you no more. No more? Ah, the comfort of Nature is this: After Autumn's farewell comes the welcoming kiss Of April, whose rainbows are broken, to pass Into hyacinths, tulips, and emerald grass. —Mrs. C. W. Lawson. Editorial Word Since—as we remarked in our last issue, winter is the time to plan the garden for next year, we are making this our Landscape Number. Nature is just resting, and giving us time to draw breath before the labors of another summer, and the beauties of the new gardens are with us again. It is something to congratulate the School about, that the course in Landscape Gardening has been extended to the full 5

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1. “A Farewell.” 2. Editorial Word. 3. “ English Gardens.” 4. “A Garden.” 5. “ Bermuda Through the Eyes of a Horticulturist.” 6. News from a Graduate. 7. “ Some Aspects of the Relation between Horticulture and Landscape Gardening. 8. A Tribute to a Graduate. 9. Our Latest Bovine Adventures. 10. Hints from “ Better Plants.” 11. Exchanges. 12. Gleanings. 13. Compost Pile.

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two years. The lectures are proving very interesting and comprehensive, covering as they have, the history of man's attempts to make his habitation and its surroundings beautiful as well as useful, — although there have been periods when both the beauty and usefulness might be held in question. Our struggles with triangles and T-squares, to say nothing of those horrible French curves or the right-line pens, are pathetic in the extreme, but we cannot say enough for Mr. Stevenson's endless patience with our pitiful accomplishment, and his sincere encouragement that we will learn in time. We hope his fond expectations may be realized. English Gardens “A house full of books and a garden full of flowers is certainly an ideal situation. Just as books add a homelike atmosphere to our houses, so flowers give the livable quality to the garden, with their gay, cheery colors. “The formal garden dominated by flowers is the type which England has perfected. It is the cheeriest and most homelike of all, and it is just these qualities which make us love the English gardens. In traveling through England to study gardens, one is forced to admit, after carrying an umbrella every day for a month, that the climate is made for plants. Constant moisture and long seasons reward the gardener abundantly for his pains, with a luxuriance of flowers, vigorous, healthy trees, and many broad-leaved evergreens, rhododendrons, box and holly, so useful for winter effects. The long twilights give time to work in and enjoy the gardens, thus satisfying the national craving for outdoor life. English gardens are really outdoor living-rooms. There are pavilions in which one may enjoy the flowers at closer range in spite of summer showers, and seats commanding the view of some particularly charming flower color or composition. The love of flowers and gardening is a national trait, from the lord of the manor house, down to the owner of the smallest cottage. Flower venders cry their wares from many street corners. Not all have as fascinating cries as Kipling's flower girl:— “ Buy my English posies! Kent and Surrey may— Violets of the Undercliff wet with Channel spray; Cowslips from a Devon combe—Midland furze afire— Buy my English posies, and I’ll sell your heart's desire! Still it is not difficult to sell flowers to a flower-loving people. It is not an uncommon sight to see workmen in the roughest clothes buying flowers from these venders to carry home at night. Even the smallest cottage has its front yard garden 6