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get posted in the matter (Bulletin 92, 

 Forest Service). His measurements arc 

 all in Weisner's "Isolator" standards, 

 but a good enough practical substitute can 

 be made by measuring full daylight in 

 your locality on bright summer days 

 with the photographer's actinometer, 

 and then taking the average per cent, 

 of full daylight with this instrument in 

 any locality you propose to tmder plant. 

 A table of our more common eastern 

 species, with their tolerance expressed 

 in terms of full daylight, would be valu- 

 able. The subject is of importance, for 

 many species will thrive when young in 

 a light which they would die in after 

 middle age, and it is well to take light 

 values in different localities before 

 finally deciding on the species of tree to 

 plant there, after due consideration 

 has been had of water, soil, and sur- 

 rounding general conditions. With us 



in Southern Jersey, the light intensity 

 problem is not so very serious, for the 

 general diffused daylight is so strong 

 that white pine will grow directly 

 under a big chestnut oak and seemingly 

 get to maturity without any particular 

 trouble — we have several of them 35 

 years and over growing under such con- 

 ditions. But in more northern localities, 

 where the winters are severe and the 

 total yearly daylight much less, light 

 measurements should be taken. In the 

 brief limits of this article the subject 

 can be barely mentioned; I believe that 

 with a thorough comprehension of all 

 that is said in Zon's bulletin, a wood- 

 lot owner could make with an ordi- 

 nary pocket actinometer, costing fifty 

 cents, measurements sufficiently accurate 

 enough for planting purposes. 



(To be Continued.) 



A MAN TO A TREE 



By Gertrude Cornwell Hopkins 



Stripped clean to meet the blast you 



stand. 

 No tender leaves to shred ; 

 Your thousand fingers grip the earth 

 And all the rest seems dead. 



Your life drawn back and hid beneath 

 The cool, thick, silent crust — 

 No blithe joys now of upper air. 

 Your spirit dwells in dust. 



I'm like you. Tree; this is the time 

 I'm stript to bare life's needs. 

 For when a branch is full o' sap, 

 And bent or broke — it bleeds. 



I have to see some grim days past, 

 To play this game straight through ; 

 It's time for endurance, not for mirth 

 With me, the same as you. 



But I'm not set to stay like this, 

 So stiff and stark and numb : 

 A man should be as sure as you ; 

 His good green time will come 



When he can spread in the wami air. 

 Stick small, new leaflets out. 

 And add a grace or two to fife- 

 He doesn't have to doubt. 



Yet — I need more than you do, Tree; 

 I can't stand still and wait, 

 Secure that all the good that's mine 

 Will come to me like fate : 



I have to stir around a bit, 

 Find what belongs to me — 

 O, I'm gnarled and roughed 



strained and hard 

 But — -just you wait. Old Tree ! 



and 



Lumbermen and others have shown recently that only 40% of the trees cut in the forests of this 

 country are used for lumber. The remaining 60% represents pure waste as high stumps and tops 

 either left to rot in the woods or as slabs consumed in the burner or slash piles at the mill, hi Germany 

 about 95% of every tree grown in the forests is used. Practically nothing from the forest is allowed 

 to go to waste; even the stumps are grubbed out and the twigs and branches tied up itito faggots for fuel. 



