public parks, an 

 effectual and an 

 abiding testi- 

 mony to the 

 skill of Mr. M. 

 H. Horvath, the 

 superintendent. 

 This gentleman 

 is one of the best 

 read and beat 

 drilled fl o r a 1 

 and landscape 

 professors that I 

 have ever met in 

 Europe or this 

 country. 



"Well, what 

 is the cause of 

 the trouble," 

 you ask. Look 

 at the leafless 

 Photo 108. el m tr ee in 



photo 106. This photo and No. 107 were taken on September 6, 1901, about two hours 

 before the fiendish coward fired the deadly shot at our beloved President McKinley. 

 These two photos preserve the mementoes of love and respect which, in the decorations, 

 Clevelanders manifested toward the Grand Army of the Republic, which they were pre- 

 paring to receive and to which the President was to attend. Now look at that elm in 

 photo 106. What's the matter with it? Is it blighted ? Yes, it is, if that is the term 

 you wish to use (see blight, pages 44-49). It is blighted so badly that all its foliage has 

 dropped, even before the maples had put on their autumn tints. What has happened is 

 this: Every delicate, succulent little fibre that gathered moisture has become exhausted 

 and died of thirst. What shall I say? "Shame!" No, because you knew not what you 

 were doing. Photo 108 shows you what they were doing on the Square on November gth. 



They were digging 

 holes 6 feet deep 

 and 5 feet in diame- 

 ter. (The trees 

 planted there are 

 healthy, but not of 

 good form. They 

 will do well for a 

 few years, but can- 

 not make large 

 ones. ) From these 

 holes were taken 

 the purest and bar- 

 renest sand. Do 

 you expect to grow 

 a majestic elm or a 

 gorgeous maple in 

 such material? If 

 you do you will 

 wait till Doom's 

 Dav and a million 



