Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1924-07-12
Mrs. Charles Noble and the Rambler
Rosebush She Prizes

"Folks must love posies to grow
them" according to Mrs. Charles
Noble of Cony street, whose laden
rose bushes bear a visible and tangi-
BILE testimonial of the care and af-
lection she has bestowed upon them.
Flowers. Mrs. Noble asserts, are
like people. They show humanlike
reaction to kindness and under
standing and will enrich the giverI
with their beauty and fragrance.
With this philosophy in mind she
has given of her best to her roses
and these in turn have Powered for
her with the sort of beauty poets
have seen and written of. Many
people in the city whose sickness
has denied them a glimpse OF gar
dens in the summer time, have been
enriched and cheered by posies from
Mrs. Mobiles garden.
A myriad of pink roses dot the
big bush which crawls up the front
of her home. This bush, Of the
rambler variety, but with heavier
and fuller blossoms than commonly
seen, was brought some years ago
from somewhere In the southland.
A passer's-by sense of the beautiful
can be easily quickened into p1ctur-
ing it's likeness adjoining the mas
sive columns of some old mansion
set upon a southern plantation. Last
year fifty bouquets were clipped
from this bush alone and given
away.
Mrs. Noble is kept busy a large
part of her time clipping bouquets
for flower lovers who request them.
n bouquet" said this pleasant,
friendly and amiable lady. land |
have carried them all over the city
to sick people. Even a bunch OF
posies that / may pick for my own
table docs not long remain there be-
fore l give it to someone who hash
a garden to choose from and enjoy ,
as l have"
On turning the corner Of the east !
ern side of the house one Is touched
with lazy fragrance in the air arts !
ing from two massive rose bushes
which are sagging with beautltui
blossoms. One is Of the Seven-sls-
ters variety, once a small slip, taken
from the mother root in some Ne
braska town and given unto the care
of this rose lover. Now 1t Is grown
into a marvellous bush in it's own 3
right and is loaded down with clus- J
ters of pink and lavender-pink bios ,
SONS. Directly beyond this bush re-
poses that of blush rose, COM
pletely covered with family tinged
blossoms, looking like so much
curled cotton thrown over 1t promis-
cuously. From all around 1t comes
the droning buzz of contented bees. /
Fifteen bouquets have been taken
from this bush so far this year and
twice as many more are waiting for
the clip of the scissors.
Mrs. Mobiles love for flowers Is
not confined to roses, however. She
is eternally busy planting or caring
for new blooms, and in the most un-
expected places around her nome
one finds some kind of flower.
In the little jog which joins the
ell to the main house clusters or
yellow. blue. white and varicolored
pansies turn their saucy monkey
faces to the sky. Dahlias, almost
ready to burst forth in blossom,
chase one another around the edge
of the house. Larkspur raises its
blue beauty for someone to enjoy. !
Gladiolii, lemon lilies, peonies, iris, |
Canadian daisy, garden heliotrope,
hyderangias, petunias and old fash
toned pinks. either now are or have
been blooming forth in answer to
the care given them by this lady
who loves them. Marigolds. too. and