SUMMER MEETING. 41 



varieties as pollinizers of other varieties. A judicious mixing of varie- 

 ties is prpiferred to planting solid blocks of a single variety. Keeping 

 honey-bees in the orchard insures better pollination. 



Recitation by Little Ethel Robnett of Columbia, entitled "Bro. 

 Brown on the Apple," was a comical recitation, and was well enjoyed 

 by the audience. 



All Work and No Play Makes Jack a Dull Boy. 



When your worthy Secretary had the kindness to favor me with a 

 request for a paper to read before this meeting with the title, "All 

 work and no play makes Jack a dull boy," I declared it simply an im- 

 possibility. The topic was a hackneyed one, and besides, when the let- 

 ter was read to me, I was endeavoring to recover my patience and re- 

 organize my house after a month's experience with a green girl, who 

 had stopped short, like a case of arrested development, and declaring 

 she didn't have to work and shouldn't. My lady hearers can readily 

 understand the humor I was in, en rapport, as the spiritualists would 

 say, with that theme. All work and no play, indeed, I exclaimed ; 

 let us first get some work for these Jacks and Jills — something but a 

 simple desire to vegetate before we agitate ourselves over their play. 

 But the matter recurred to me again and again, until it shaped itself 

 into this unpretentious paper, for as all roads lead to Rome so will all 

 topics lead to our hobbies, and this may lead to mine. But said an ardent 

 follower of your calling, you must make it applicable to horticulturists 

 — to theirinterests and lives— orit will not prove acceptable. This was 

 a puzzler; how was I to haw, gee and back my subject about so as to 

 hit the horticulturalists. I feel that I am one of you, for with alluring 

 visions of the Ozarks, did I part with the black soil of Illinois, vibrate- 

 Ing with the proximity of a great city life, to bury my golden ducats 

 in the rocky soil of the Ozarks, where lie still dormant the lucious 

 juices of those fine fruits, which we hope some day will materialize 

 and turn back the tide of shining metal to our pockets. As a horti- 

 culturist, my sympathies are with you, for if not posted in the latest 

 spraying decoction, my nerves are attuned to the fluctuations of the 

 weather. I note the approach of a cold wave with the gravest appre- 

 hensions, while my imagination runs riot with visions of ruined crops 

 and blighted hopes. The black and white flag of the weather bureau 



