In these days when labor is practically out for most of us and our own time is limited in our gardens, we want the plants which are so tough, so hard to kill. No matter what the war demands of us, if we love roses, we want to be sure to have them. More than ever we must rest our hope for something beautiful upon the ones which do not know how to fail us. There are others than these few, to be sure, and each of us has his group of beloved stand-bys without which rose-gardening would be wanting in pleasure. As for me, I am happy with the old roses. We live in an old house, with old trees and shrubs, where we have grown older by more than a quarter of a century, much of it made pleasanter by the presence of old roses.

     The Reader is referred to Mrs. Keay's delightful book, "Old Roses", which may be bought from the Secre-tary for $3.--EDITOR.