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IT is evident from the cover of this pamphlet that 

 we do not need all that a photograph tells us in 



order to recognize our friends. A silhouette will do. 



Now trees are just as individual as you and I are. 

 Each has his own outline and features, his own purpose 

 and duties. 



If you don't believe it, look at these silhouettes, make 

 up your mind what sort of fellow each represents and then 

 read what the poet has said about each to see whether 

 he and you agree. 



So much for the character. 



As to uses: 



There are the soldier trees, which in serried ranks 

 hold together and protect the barren sand against wind 

 and wave until it begins to bear living plants. Then we 

 have the willow trees in league with the land to hold the 

 banks of streams against the rush of waters. There are 

 also the doctor and red cross trees, that give their blossoms 

 and seed, their leaves and sap, their bark and root for 

 balm and medicine and refreshment. There are worker 

 trees, that work together in the great forest to create soil 

 and wood, to bottle up the heat and light of the sunbeam 

 for the zero days. Then we also have the policeman trees, 

 the thorny locust, that grow the wood for the policeman's 

 "billy," and the confectioner trees, that make the sugar, 

 and the restaurant trees, that produce food and drink for 

 all mankind. There are the grey-robed Senators — 

 philosophers and statesmen — looking haughtily upon the 

 race of men who stay upon earth but seventy years, while 

 they remain a thousand. 



A little girl in the woods of Wisconsin has this 

 charming entry in her diary: "I felt sad inside. I went to 

 talk things over with my chum, Michael Angelo Sanzio 

 Raphael. He is that most tall fir tree that grows just back 

 of the barn. I scooted up the barn door. From there 

 I climbed on to the lower part of the barn roof. Up 

 there I took a long look at the world about. After, I 

 looked in four straight ways and four corner ways. I 

 said a little prayer. I always say a little prayer before I 

 jump off the barn into the arms of Michael Angelo Sanzio 

 Raphael * * * Today when I did jump I did land right 

 proper in that fir tree. It is such a comfort to nestle up 



