NOVEMBER 



'No sun — no moon — no morn — no noon, 

 No shade — no shine — no butterflies — no bees, 

 No fruits — no flowers — no leaves — no birds, 



November." 



But if one is willing to accept and enjoy a dif- 

 ferent world it is to be had for the asking, for 

 now, when the trees stand bare, the secrets of 

 the forest are revealed. The tall slender young 

 Oaks, the sturdy outstanding old ones, the digni- 

 fied Hickories, the homelike Sugar- Maples, the 

 beautiful gray Beeches, the graceful Elms stand 

 in brotherhood with interlacing branches, and 

 between and among them sunlit spaces open 

 and stretch away all unknown before. The joy 

 of knowing these naked trees is very great. 

 The Elm is never rugged like the Oak; its poise 

 is full of grace and graciousness, and the free 

 swing of the wide-spreading branches upon op- 

 posite sides of a roadway inevitably suggests 

 the pointed Gothic arch in simplicity and ob- 

 vious strength. 



The persistent russet and red leaves of the 

 Oaks are long in pleasant evidence; finally to 



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