Why is a Weed} 



deeply in rich soils and bountiful har- 

 vests, in the hearts and homes of their 

 fellow-men. 



Let us walk where something really 

 wonderful may be seen and studied 

 such as ragweeds, and their poor 

 relations. You meet more weeds than 

 anything else along a road I often 

 travel. Farmers have to fight them 

 persistently in their cultivated fields, 

 as well as in the pastures. They are 

 aggressive, determined things, and 

 eternal vigilance is required to keep 

 them from taking universal possession. 

 Driven out by the arts of tillage, they 

 resort to fence corners and roadsides 

 where they flourish amazingly, defying 

 dust, drouth, gravel, bogs and man's 

 sporadic efforts at curtailing their 

 activities. And so we naturally ask 

 "What is a weed?" and "Why is a 

 weed?" 



I have heard men define a weed as 

 "a plant out of place." Here you see 

 once more illustrated our affectation 



