RESEARCH CLUB 



A new club, the Research Club; has recently been formed by men in 

 the College of Forestry. Meetings are held every week, where problems 

 under investigation are discussed and where new ideas are brought out. 

 The object of the club is to foster and develop scientific interest and in- 

 vestigation in the many knotty problems confronting the timber industry 

 today. No officers will be elected, each meeting being conducted by the 

 speaker of the previous meeting, who will introduce his successor. Quite 

 a number of men, including the faculty, have attended the meetings. 



Don Clark is experimenting on "Wood Preservation" ; Russell Wat- 

 son, "Study of Seed Production in Western Hemlock" ; Don Studley, 

 "Theory of Penetration in Wood Preservation"; Henry Schmitz, "Com- 

 pression and Expansion of Wood Under Hydraulic Pressure" ; Arthur 

 Bevan, "Donald Bruce Form Factor" ; Vincent Evans, "Acidity of Soils 

 as Affecting Tree Seed Germination," while H. A. Browning is studying 

 methods of clearing logged-off lands. 



The meetings of the club have acted as a stimulus to research work 

 in the college with the result that a considerably larger number of men 

 will take up subjects for special investigation next year. 



CASEY JONES, THE LOGGER 



(Author Unknown) 



Come all you woodsmen if you want to hear 



About a B. C. Logger who had no fear; 



He knew his duties, but made one mistake 



He chopped down trees, and shoved 'em in the lake. 



He was a modest Logger, all unknown to fame; 



The price he got for logs was a downright shame; 



But if heroes are rewarded as their deeds command, 



He is logging off timber in the Promised Land. 



When the whistle blew each morning at half-past four 



Casey left his wife at the cook-house door, 



Picked up his peavey, started down the track; 



Never had a notion that he wouldn't come back. 



The skidroads one day got greasy cable wouldn't work; 



Engine got to bucking and pulling with a jerk. 



When logs began a- jamming, Casey he just said: 



"We'll get them in the water or we'll all be dead." 



The logs started down the skidroad hill 

 Casey jerked the whistle with an awful thrill; 

 The engineer knew by the whistle's moans 

 That the man on the wire was Casey Jones. 

 The logs came 'round the first turn of the road 

 And, coming down hill, made a mighty heavy load. 

 The haul-back broke with a whirr and a hum 

 And Casey Jones departed for the Kingdom Come. 



"I'm sorry," said Casey, just before he died, 



"There's a few logging camps that I haven't tried." 



The hook-tender said: "Casey, what haven't you seen?" 



"Sure I never worked at Bellingham, nor down at Aberdeen. 



Mrs. Casey, in the bunk-house, spoke with much regret 



Of the troubles she had had since she and Casey met. 



"Go to bed now, children, he was one gay deceiver, 



The next dad you get's goin' to be a shingle weaver." 



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