TULIP TIME

Southland Times, Issue 22156, 26 October 1933, Page 10

TULIP TIME

BROWN OWL A PICTURE. Life is not a bed of roses, but all who enter the Brown Owl this week will find themselves in a bed of tulips. On all sides these glorious blooms will greet visitors with radiant smiles, their brilliant colours blending in perfect harmony and transforming a. room which is at all times artistic into a bower of inexpressible beauty. Finding that in Invercargill there were not sufficient tulips to flood the Brown Owl with the brilliance she desired, Miss Paterson climbed into the cabin of a Moth, flew to Dunedin and from the garden of Mr Brownlie at Sawyer’s Bay loaded the plane with countless members of the tulip family. It was probably the first time in history that the proud heads of these stately blooms had soared so near the clouds, but they reached Invercargill none the worse for their flight. Skilful hands arranged them to the best advantage and now they evoke enthusiastic praise from the hundreds who dine or have tea at the Brown Owl.

There are scarlet tulips and pure white tulips, orange-flame tulips and deep claret purple tulips. There are bright salmon-rose tulips and large clear yellow tulips. Name almost any colour and you will find it represented in one of the glorious blooms which make the Brown Owl not merely a pleasant rendezvous, not merely an epicure’s paradise, but a refreshing fairyland of miraculous colour.