for December. 1920 



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gles and difficulties, he found a method of his own, and 

 today he has several thousand hardy one-, two- and three- 

 year-old seedlings growing in his nursery. These seed- 

 lings are growing successfully in the Arlington National 

 Cemetery, some as far away as Wisconsin and California. 

 After making the mistake of following the old hooks on 

 the subject and coddling the bal)y cedars, and after he 



Scedlin^Lls Slioii.' 



The I 



fuwi Sioson's Groz^lli 



had lost all of his shoots but three out of several hundred 

 he took the opposite viewpoint and put them out of doors 

 in the snow and icy h'ebruary weather, after which they 

 did wonderfully. 



One of the illustrations shows the first season's growth 

 of seedlings, and in speaking of this Mr. Runtleman 

 says: "The four larger seedlings in the picture are 10 to 

 11 inches high. That is what the seedlings look like from 

 the first season's growth. The little seedling in the center 

 is a white, five-needled pine ; it represents a fair growth 

 for the first season. It was grown to illustrate how nuich 

 stronger grower the Cedar of Lebanon is than the other 

 needled varieties. .\ tree of this sort can readily attain 

 a height of 36 feet in 17 years. 



"The picture showing the cones and blossoms (there 

 are four of these) also gives an idea of the dense forma- 

 tion and compactness of the needles. The blossoms are 

 about one and one-half inches long, and one-half inch in 

 diameter. \Vhen they first open they are of a bright yellow 

 color, turning to a rich brown, and they remain on the 

 branches about a month. The tlixee cones are nearly of 

 matured size, are about 4 inches long and about 3 inches 



substance which looks like powdered sulphur and smells 

 like resin. It does its fertilizing of the seed bearing cones 

 with its substances in the month of June. The seed bear- 

 ing cone is a growth and when it is the size of a hen's 

 egg it becomes covered with a very fine woolly-like 

 growth. If the cone is obstructed so that it doesn't receive 

 any fertilizer there will not be any seed in that cone. I'or 

 instance if a cone hapj>ens to have a branch and its 

 needles resting on it that part of the cone will be seedless. 

 A cone which has its full share of fertilizer will bear 

 150 to 175 seeds. The cone grows from three-year-old 

 wood and it take two years to grow a cone from the cone 

 bud which grows from the branch. The branch on which 

 it grows is five years old when the cone comes to ma- 

 turity. Then the cone and the seeds are scattered, but 

 by that time, in this climate, almost all the seeds become 

 rotted by the weather and rain before ready to fall. 

 There nuist therefore be some plan for taking the seeds 

 from the cone." 



Mr. Runtleman is recognized as an authority on raising 

 these difficult trees. In his opinion there is no tree so well 

 worth [ilantiiig as the Cedar of Lebanon. 



.Sliii'iciiii; C<int\<: jiid Blossoms of Cedar of LrbcDion 



A MAN'S SONG 



Three- ami Tu'o-Y ear-Old Seedlings of Cedars of Lebanon 



in diameter, weight about half a pound. ;uid wlini ma- 

 tured are of a chocolate color. The cones and blossoms 

 stand erect. The blossom of the cedar of Lebanon jiroduces 

 a cone aboiu the size of a nutmeg. It is lille<l with a 



Sing me a song of a fighting chance. 



( )f barriers hurled by the hand of Fate 

 .\cross the path of the man who dares 



Though the whole world mock him: 

 "Too late ! too late!" 



."^ing me a song of a myriad foes 



Cra]i]iled and vanquished one bv one 

 r.y a giant will and a high resolve 



To make and keep a place in the sun ! 



!~^ing me a song of a man who's a Man ! — 

 Who through the years of storm and stress 



Keeps a level head and a gallant heart. 

 A soul umiiarred by bitterness. 



.Sing me a song of a man and a pal — 



Who's learned in the midst of ]iain and strife 



To love his fellows — stretch forth a hand 

 To t<he bottom dog on the ladder of life I 



For that's the song of a man who's a Man ' — 

 Who laughs in the face of malignant Fate — 



On whose brave strength the weakest lean 



Till they learn his gospel: "It's iici'rr too late!'' 



— H. S. in "Imjiressions.' 



