200 NEBRASKA STATE HORTICULTURAL SOCIETY. 



Wheu lo; a wind came from the west 

 And blew tliem all to thunder. 



The only solace for my grief 

 Is that next season, surely, 



I'll anchor every blessed leaf 

 And fasten it securely, 



Each leaf pinned down, so it will stay. 

 Some time before election; 



Ah, Bessey, there's no other way 

 In such a breezzy section. 



I read the pleasant line you wrote 



And said, "Oh what a pity 

 To burn the dry dead leaves that float 



Like airships through the city." 

 Then came the playful wind that sweeps 



Down like a winter blizzard; 

 It piled those leaves in shapeless heaps 



From A half-way to Izzard. 



And now, old friend, it's up to you — 



I fear you will upbraid him, 

 But what's a fellow going to do 



When nature will not aid him? 

 The leaves that fell like snowflakes rare. 



And don't you ever doubt it, 

 Have blown the devil knows where; 



What shall I do about it? 



RENEWING OLD ORCHARDS. 



Among the greatest strides of education along scientific lines, but 

 few are greater than those along horticultural lines. Especially is this 

 the case in the treatment of plant diseases, both fungous and insect. These 

 and these alone have smitten the fruit industry of the Central West, and 

 it has been left for the eastern and the western man to work out the 

 cure especially the western man, and now that they have shown us 

 how the work can be done, we are willing to fall in line and help the 

 good work along. 



There is a desire the country over to renew the fruit industry, espe- 

 cially that of apples, and thousands of acres will be set this spring or 

 fall, and at the very best the owners will have to wait twelve to fifteen 

 years to get profitable crops from them. This is all right if the owner 

 is willing and is in a condition to wait. 



Years ago there were times when there was a desire to set large 



