From the April 4, 1936, issue

BEAUTY UNSEEN

The flowers that bloom in the spring, to most of us, are the same flowers that as children we eagerly gathered in woods or Grandmother’s garden—violets and buttercups, daffodils and tulips. Big, bright, brave blossoms that are pleasant to look at and easy to see.

Yet the woods in spring are full of other blossoms that most of us never take the trouble to look at, but that nevertheless are of surpassing beauty if we were not still as much in a hurry, and as little in patience, as the children we once were.