THE FUN OF SEEING THINGS 



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Squirrel Fences High in the South. 



I recently met a man in Maine who 

 said that he had traveled from Texas 

 and had seen the corn run backward 

 into the ground In a southern trip this 

 spring I saw the corn rapidly growing 

 taller. When I left Connecticut it was 

 just coming up through the ground ; 



been reported from Connecticut. Dr. 

 A. J. Savage, Colorado Springs, Colo- 

 rado, has sent a quantity, culling the 

 best from all he could find in a potato 

 patch, and none that he sent us has 

 developed. They are very vestigial. 

 He says: 



"It may interest you to learn that 



DID YOU EVER SEE A "SQUIRREL" FENCE WITH MORE RAILS THAN THIS? 



when I arrived in Tennessee it was 

 about three feet high. But imagine my 

 surprise when I saw the rail fences 

 grow higher the further south I went. 

 But I hasten to state that I believe the 

 climate has nothing to do with it. 



It is, however, a fact that in the 

 north squirrel fences are made of large 

 rails and usually not more than six or 

 seven rails in height. But in Chatta- 

 nooga, at a country home, I saw a fence 

 twenty-three rails high. I am indebted 

 to my host in Chattanooga, Mr. Robert 

 S. Walker, for the accompanying pho- 

 tograph. 



Potato Balls are Disappearing. 



Notwithstanding the occasional 

 claim from some part of the country, 

 potato balls are disappearing. From 

 a number of packages received here 

 every one is vestigial except a few that 

 were sent to us from Maine by the 

 United States government. None have 



since I sent you the first package I had 

 another conversation with my Swedish 

 friend, Mr. Olaf Johnson, who inform- 

 ed me that he has resided for thirty- 

 three years in the United States — 

 twenty-five years in Kansas, the rest 

 in Colorado — all the time on farms, and 

 that this is the first season in which 

 he has observed a potato ball in the 

 United States. It is quite different in 

 Sweden though. No wonder the na- 

 tive-born citizens of the United States 

 often do not know what they are." 



Acacias. 



Cascades of golden sunshine, 



Are lighting all the way; 

 To soul and sense a feast they give, 



And brilliance to the day. 



— Emma Peirce. 



Editor : "Do you know how to run 

 a newspaper?" Applicant: "No, sir." 

 Editor: "Well, I'll try vou. I guess, 

 you have had experience." — Puck. 



