The sun., 1919-04-13
EDITED By EDWARD c. WICK

that should flourish in our green
houses is the odorous ylang -ylang,
which Is not only found in the Philip
pines but also in Java, southern India
and many islands in the southern
Pacific. growing equally as well in
wild state as under cultivation. 1t
puts forth its intensely fragrant
saucer shaped flowers In its third year
and thereafter blossoms almost con-
unuously. 1t is easily propagated
either from slips or seeds. The flow
ers yield the ylang-ylang oil Of COM
merce for the perfume OF that name,
but the natives use the oil undiluted,
and the heavy scent in the sultry at
mosphere Of the tropics Is not only
unpleasant to an Occidental but often
dangerous, inhaling the overpowering
perfume for any length Of time pro-
ducing severe headache and vertigo
followed by nausea and coma. The
system is weakened as by a narcotic
drug. and the subsequent feeling of
extreme lassitude lasts for days. The
natives, however do not seem to suffer
any Ill effects from the use of It, and
a Filipino lover sprinkles his person
freely with the fragrant oil, while his
sweetheart sticks a ylang-ylang bios
som In her duslly tresses, we'll plastered
with cocoanut oil the rancidity Of
which is disguised by having been
scented with the same too sweet es-
sence.
Everybody who has ever fallen
under the spell OF the Philippines
loves the Sampagita, or Jasmine, the
flower dedicated to st. Pagita, the pa
tron saint Of lovers. It is not at all
like our own Southern jasmine, but
came originally from India. and it is a
perpetual boomer 1t is grown from
cuttings from the mature wood, or by
layers bat would not live in any of
our Northern States. as 1t cannot
stand f'ost. The balcony OF n tum-
blcd down Case wreathed with red
r1scE MI itsrl.n twined and inter-
ming nj - tropical luXuriance is a
hcautf'll sht
Blu it was on the rocky coast of
New England that saw the most
beautiful and unusual garden I ever
beheld and undoubtedly the only one
of its kind in the world. 1t was
planted and tended by an old PASSPORT
sailor. a salt bitten sea captain who
had rounded the stormy Horn in a
windjammer thirty times and had re-
tired to n peaceful old age with his
pipe and his flowers. 1t was not the
rare plants In his little garden that
fascinated the flower lovers eye-it
was the color scheme There was
only one color in that garden and that
was blue-all shades OF blue, from
the pale and frail forget-me- mot to
the deep blue of the larkspur. Moth
Ing but blue blossoms rolled like a
wave to the whitewashed picket fence
and nodded saucily in rows along the
narrow clam shell bordered path.
Bluebells and lobella and love "a
mist dragged sailor" the captain
called it, and tall blue iris, delicate
pale blue morning glories, cornfowers
and In the spring hyachinth and VIC
let's (nurtured in a glass frame). and
deep blue velvet pansies.
In autumn rows and rows OF
purple blue asters lined the borders,
but were only tolerated by the old
Fellow because autumn flowers that
are a real blue are scarce. He grum-
bled a good deal over the color of the
asters. and asked everybodys opinion
as to whether they thought them a
blue or a purple flower. and every
body who knew his fad unhesitatingly