AUTUMN NUMBER 15 
infested fields, and no potatoes, roots or vines should be left in 
the fields but should be cleaned up and destroyed. If the grow- 
ing of sweet potatoes could be entirely abandoned within in- 
fested areas for a year or two it is probable that the weevil 
could be starved out unless morning glory plants were present. 
Extreme care should be taken by everyone who contemplates 
selling or purchasing sweet potato vines for planting. The 
purchasers should find out from the state authorities (The State 
Plant Board, Gainesville, Fla.) if the sections from which they 
expect to make purchases are known to be infested, and should 
insist that plants be accompanied by certificates of the State 
Plant Board. Sellers should have their premises inspected by 
competent inspectors before offering plants for sale. This is a 
patriotic duty on their part, since they are not only likely to 
ruin the crops of their customers, but may be the means of 
materially reducing the food supply of the state and nation in 
this time of great need. 
Recent rulings of the State Plant Board have prohibited the 
importation from other states and countries of sweet potatoes 
or vines, and have established quarantines on certain areas 
within the state known to be infested. Everyone dealing in 
sweet potatoes should inform themselves of these rulings before 
making shipments. 
-Whoever discovers an insect that resembles the description 
given should immediately send it to the porper authorities after 
killing it in alcohol, gasoline, kerosene, or other similar sub- 
stance. Complete data as to when and where found should ac- 
company the specimens. 
A survey of the State has already been inaugurated by the 
State authorities, and the Federal government has already de- 
cided to take active steps looking towards its control or eradi- 
cation. 
HUMBLE-BEE 
Burly, dosing humble-bee, 
Where thou art is clime for me. 
Let them sail for Porto Rique 
Far-off heats through seas to seek 
I will follow thee alone, 
Thou animated torrid-zone! 
(Emerson—The Humble-Bee.) 
