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The trees selected for the home beautiful must depend largely on the 

 size of the lawn, and here I wish to urge the planting and protecting of 

 our native trees. The several varieties of elm, the hackberry, the ash, 

 ihe honey locust and the basswood furnish abundant varieties for the 

 lover of native trees. Nebraska claims sixty-four varieties of native 

 trees and while possibly there is no place in the state where all these 

 species grow together, Gage county is exceptionally rich in the number 

 found. The Blue river served as the great common carrier in the ages 

 past, the great highway for the migi'ation of plant life, from Missouri 

 and Kansas. After all, is there anything better to find out, than what is 

 going on in the world about us? 



The love of beauty is growing and although it was once thought to 

 be the prerogative of the rich, is now known to be the right of every 

 citizen. Civic consciousness is awakening and women are beginning to 

 acknowledge that city keeping or home keeping is closely allied to house- 

 keeping, that environment subtily moulds our temperaments and makes 

 us creatures happy and contented or otherwise. 



We have the possibilities of an ideal environment within our town, an 

 excellent system of parks, wide streets, good walks and an abundance 

 of trees and by our individual efforts first and then by the united efforts 

 we will have and are having a Wymore, the home beautiful. 



DISCUSSION. 



LED BY A. n. M'OANDLASS. 



Mr. McCandlass: Mr. President, Ladies and Gentlemen — Like Mr. 

 McMuUen, I make no preparation for this address. In fact, I make it a 

 rule never to make any such preparation. Without preparation I feel that 

 I can draw freely from matters and things incident to the occasion and 

 the subject. But this subject is so interesting to me, and as the society 

 has honored my home town with their summer meeting, I made up 

 my mind that I would make some preparation for the meeting. So I 

 got up early last Sunday morning so that T would not miss preparation 

 and the church, too. 



You all remember that story of the spider that changed the destinies 

 of all Europe. Some fellow who was incarcerated in a cell saw a spider 

 crawling up the wall and falling down time after time took courage from 

 this and succeeded. I am not so well posted in history and cannot 

 speak his name just now; and, then, whenever I ask a friend about 

 anything it is more than likely he does not know any more about the 

 matter than I do. But the fact is that in this case it was not a spider 

 that interfered with my plans. I arose in the morning all right. In 

 getting my own breakfast I found the sugar bowl full of ants — the ant 

 is closely allied to a spider, anyway, so I had to go to work and clean 

 out the sugar bowl, and then the next thing was the pantry, and in so 

 doing I had to make a trip down cellar, I don't remember just now what 



