. The American florist : a weekly journal for the trade. Floriculture; Florists. 372 The American Florist. Mar. ig. usually appeals more to his sense of beauty. TV. H. TAPLIN. Love and Flowers. My daughter, wouldst thou know a man's secret? Go to the florist, then, O simple one, for in him every man reposeth his confidence. Yea, by the flowers which he sendeth a woman shall ye judge the quality of a man's love, likewise the quantity and exact stage. As violets pass unto roses and roses unto cheap carnations, and car- nations unto naught, so passeth his grand passion from the first throes in- t
. The American florist : a weekly journal for the trade. Floriculture; Florists. 372 The American Florist. Mar. ig. usually appeals more to his sense of beauty. TV. H. TAPLIN. Love and Flowers. My daughter, wouldst thou know a man's secret? Go to the florist, then, O simple one, for in him every man reposeth his confidence. Yea, by the flowers which he sendeth a woman shall ye judge the quality of a man's love, likewise the quantity and exact stage. As violets pass unto roses and roses unto cheap carnations, and car- nations unto naught, so passeth his grand passion from the first throes in- to matrimony. LiO, at the beginning of a love af- fair mark with what care a man se- lecteth his flowers in person, that not a wilted violet shall offend thine eyes! Yet, as time passeth he telephoneth his orders and leaveth it all to the clerk. And there cometh a day when he murmureth wearily, "I say, old chap, make that a standing order, will you?" Then the florist heaveth a sigh, for he knoweth that the end is at hand. Yea, this is the mark of an engaged man who doeth his duty. So after the wedding bouquets all orders shall cease together, and until he seeketh flowers for his wife's grave that man shall not again enter a florist's shop. For stale carnations, bought upon the street corner and carried home in a paper bag, are a fit offering for any wife. Yet a funeral rejoiceth the flor- ist's heart and maketh him to smile, for he knoweth that a widower's next order shall be worthy of a new cause and the game shall begin all over again. Verily, verily, my daughter, I charge thee, account no man in love until he hath gone forth into the gardens and tlie fields and plucked thee a few din- ky pansies or stray weeds wit'n his own hands. For when a man sendeth thee violets it may mean only senti- ment, and when he sendeth thee or- chids it may be only a bluff, but when he doeth real work for any woman it meaneth business. Selah!—London Tit-Bits. Prophetstown, III.—Geor
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