* * * To-day, as all the world knows, the
triumph is complete. The show is perhaps the greatest iA the world. It draws many foreigners. It is the high festival, at any rate outside London, of the cult of flowers. Hundreds of people are every year drawn to Southport, not by the show itself, but by the floral setting of the town. The herbaceous border as designed and conducted by a famous scene-painter—if a gardener may be so called—extends for about a mile, and from end to end you can see no earth for flowers and find no clash of colour. The flower show is much more than a financial success in itself. It has made the name of the town as inseparable from the thought of flowers as Bushey Park from chestnuts or parts of Japan from cherries or the suburbs of Sydney from wattle. And all the time the cult of flowers widens and deepens among all classes.
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