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Phillips was deeply interested not only in dendrology and 

 forestry proper, but in mycology, and was rapidly forging to the 

 front as a teratologist. For years he had studied eccentricity and 

 abnormality of growth. This was perhaps the natural outcome 

 of much forest service practice in the counting of annual rings 

 and the measurement of tree growth. He was a master of stem 

 analyses. His quick and incisive definiteness, never satisfied with 

 a haphazard or approximate result, no matter what the personal 

 hardship incurred, won for him a measurfe of proficiency in this 

 line that has perhaps never been excelled among American for- 

 esters. His rapid fire figures could be recorded with the greatest 

 ease, for they rung out always clear, definite, and in order. His 

 data had the only too rare quality of being high scientific value. 



His life was sacrificed at white heat on the altar of high duty. 

 He was a live wire, and his restless ambition drained his reserve 

 energy faster than it could be supplied. When dread la grippe 

 visited him it found him an easy prey. His was a noble ambition, 

 unswei^vingly devoted to the main chance, the task of advancing, 

 at the sacrifice of personal comfort and under other difficulties, 

 his chosen life work and the interest of his science. He threw 

 himself, heart and soul, into even the smallest task. With bril- 

 liant ability, and the most strenuous conscientiousness, his every 

 energy and resource were bent to his work. Thus he achieved 

 in a brief space of time some remarkable results, thereby giving 

 the greatest promise for the future. But the possibilities of life 

 are of infinite variety, and our best prognostications ar)e but 

 groping in the dark. 



He cultivated intimate and painstaking personal touch with his 

 students. He was a devoted husband and father, and the truest 

 of friends. On one occasion, while on a long march in the moun- 

 tains, the writer's feet became sore, and he had to stay behind. 

 Nothing would do but Frank would exchange boots and send 

 horses. And he did. 



It is now some little time since he left us, but these few inade- 

 quate words in tribute to his memory may not come amiss, for 

 such a memory deserves abundantly to be kept alive. His was a 

 personality that can never be replaced in kind. We cannot but 

 mourn deeply long after the world has forgotten. But by his life, 

 though so brief, our life has been enriched, and quickened. To 



