3/2 State Horticultural Society. 



hoped that some of us will be able to put these suggestions into practice 

 the coming season. 



About Dust Spray — In summing up the many reports on dust spray- 

 ing, it seems that it is not a complete success for general orchard work. 

 It is to be hoped, however, that further experiments will reveal some 

 methods of preparing and applying, that will give results equal to those 

 of liquid spraying, as the former can be applied with greater ease and 

 less annoyance than the liquid. There is no question in my mind but 

 that the dust spray is the best to use on grape vines, currant bushes, 

 potatoes, melons and other vegetable and small fruit plants. I have 

 used it on such for a number of years and with best results. — Colman's 

 Rural World. 



OLD SOLOMON'S TREE. 



(An Arbor Day Toem.) 



Old Solomon Gallup he planted a tree 



By the little log cabin he made. 

 "There is nothin' like green stuff a-wavin'," said he, 

 "And though I shan't live its full beauty to se^, 

 There's other folks comin" along after me, 

 And I reckon I'll give 'em some shade." 

 So he planted a twig where the sunshine and rain 

 Made sport of his little lone hut on the plain. 



The shower's of April fell gently and still. 



And the breezes of summer time blew. 

 And the winter winds howled over meadow and hill, 

 And the sun lent its warmth, and the frost sent its chill. 

 And the snow cloaked the fields, and the ice choked the rill, 

 But the little twig blossomed and grew ; 

 And the robin that swayed on its first little limb 

 Was sure that that tree had been planted for him. 



Old Solomon slept, and they laid him away, 



And the little log cabin came down. 

 And where it had nestled, storm beaten and gray, 

 .\ bigger house rose, mid the hammer's rough play. 

 .'Vnd over its new painted gables so gay 



The tree spread its boughs like a crown ; 

 And the young bride and groom, 'neath its green garments hem. 

 Were sure that that tree had been planted for them. 



The years came and went, and a village was theye, 



A city whose race had begun : 

 The prairie was checkered with street and with spa? re. 

 And church spire and chimney shot high into air. 

 But, grander than these, as a giant his hair. 

 The tree shook its leaves in the snn ; 

 And the children who danced where the cool shadows pla\ed 

 Knew well 'twas for them that those shadows were made. 



