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Canadian Forestry Journal, December, 1919 



TORONTO GETS A TREE NURSERY. 



Parks Commissioner Chambers of Toronto 

 has received authority from the Committee on 

 Parks to negotiate for the purchase of a nurs- 

 ery farm of some thirty acres in the vicinity of 

 the city for the propagation of seedhng trees 

 and shrubs to be used in local parks. 



Land in the counties of Halton and Peel, the 

 commissioner reported, was most suitable for 

 the purpose, and could be purchased at from 

 $650 to $1,300 per acre. He estimated that 

 the establishment of a nursery farm would in- 

 volve an expenditure of approximately $35,000 

 and would yield the city a profit by the end of 

 four years. 



STEEL CARS SHORT-LIVED. 



The Railway Review editorially says: 



"When the steel car was introduced the idea 

 became current that the life of a car so con- 

 structed would prove to be a pretty definite 

 quantity, much exceeding the life of wooden 

 •equipment. For years it was professed that 

 the life of the steel car was unknown from the 

 fact that no such cars had actually passed out 

 of existence through legitimate wear and tear 

 and, naturally, it was something of a shock to 

 have the committee above referred to come in 

 with a report that the life of steel cars was but 

 13.1 years and that their scrap value was but 

 12 per cent of the original cost." 



The committee in question made its report 

 at an annual convention last June as a result 

 of a canvass which showed that 953 steel cars 

 had been scrapped after the average service 

 stated. The Railway Review lays the blame 

 upon the fact that iron is not as pure as it 

 used to be. 



Wood is, however, the same old reliable ma- 

 terial as of yore and the above figures appear 

 to indicate that there apparently is still some 

 hope for the continued renaissance of the 

 wooden car, following its resurrection during 

 the war period as an emergency measure. 



— American Lumberman. 



ASH WOOD IN ITALIAN AVIATION. 



In making the frames and wings of aero- 

 planes and airships in Italy, preference is given 

 to ash wood because its fibres are fine, com- 

 pact, strong and with few knots. Ash grows 

 well in the south and centre of Italy, in loose, 

 slightly moist, or even dry soils. Its trunk is 

 straight and exceeds 65 feet in height. 



THE POINT OF VIEW. 



D^ Douglas Malloch, the Lumbern^an Poet. 



I guess it is all in the point of view — 

 That a joy's a joy or a pain a pain. 



That a thing is easy or hard to do, 



That the heart will sing or the heart coinplain, 



According to how it appeals to you. 



There's a little house by the P. R. R. — 

 I bet you have passed it lots of times 



As you sat alone in your parlor car — 

 Perhaps you noticed the ivy climbs 



To westward side where the roses are. 



Yes, I know you have. That's an ivy vine 

 That you seldom see in a land so young, 



I planted it back in '59, 



And for sixty years like a friend it's clung 



To this little old wooden house of mine. 



And the roses, too, you must have seen — 



Two perfect ones by the open door 

 As pink as the cheeks of a fairy queen. 



On the southward side there are seven more, 

 White, yellow, and all the shades between. 



And here I water and tend and prune 

 And watch and gather and fool along 



And know about all there is of tune 

 And hear about all there is in song — 



And that's a heap in the month of June. 



I figure you see me , riding by, 

 You busy man with your big affairs. 



And think what a life to live, to die 

 Of all of the wide world unawares. 



But it's all in the point of view, say I. 



You may pity me. It's a funny thing. 



But I never pity myself at all: 

 I stir the ground when the robins sing. 



And then it's summer, and then it's fall. 

 Along comes winter — and then it's spring. 



I guess it's all in the way you see, 

 I guess it's all in the view you take; 



And you needn't sorrow or sob for niv^ 



When you think of the millions that others make, 



For I'm not as poor as I seem to be. 



