A Toast. 



fortable aspect, but he who was 

 nearest the fire was scorched and he 

 who was so unfortunate as to be 

 crowded to the other extreme was 

 frozen. The only ones who enjoyed 

 the real comfort were those who 

 struck the happy medium and who 

 were so fortunate as to have a man 

 in front of him to cut off the heat 

 and one in back to keep out the 

 cold. Thus the "motley" lot of tree- 

 planters gathered around and held 

 their "pow-wow." 



What a mixed and cosmopolitan 

 lot they were ! There were a goodly 

 number from New York. California 

 was well represented. Some "haled" 

 from the land of "little sticks" and 

 some from the land of "Dixie." 

 China had a representative and 

 among the lot, they say, was one 

 who "haled" from merry England. 



Professor Roth was master of 

 ceremony. With a stout hornbean 

 cudgel he presided with dignity. 

 Like our great "Teddy," he swung 

 it vigorously, and woe be to him upon 

 whose pate it landed. His usual 

 jests and witty sayings were in pro- 

 minence. He also struck a serious 

 vein. He gave good sound advice 

 to the boys going out into the field. 

 "Be yourself" was the key-note of 

 his speech. "If you're out in camp, 

 do not assume mannerisms that are 

 not natural. Do not deteriorate if 

 you are living with a lot of rough 



individuals. Be yourself and you 

 will be respected." 



Professor Mulford was the next 

 speaker. As a rule he is very serious 

 and seldom jokes, but he got a 

 "dandy" one off on Professor Roth. 

 He also gave an interesting account 

 of the time in the Adirondacks, when 

 he was studying forestry when 

 forestry in this country was in its 

 infancy and when the prospective 

 forester had to face a gloomy out- 

 look. 



The next to take the stand was 

 Professor Hill. Being a bachelor, 

 he spoke upon "A Survey of Nat- 

 ural Reproduction." 



"Hank" Pottinger was the next 

 speaker. Our Alaska representative 

 is not much of an impromptu talker, 

 so he recited one of the verses of 

 "The Bard of The Klondike:" 



"There's gold, and it's haunting and 



haunting; 



It's luring me on as of old; 

 Yet it isn't the gold that I'm wanting 



So much as finding the gold. 

 It's the great, big, broad land 'way 



yonder, 

 It's the forest where silence has 



lease; 

 It's the beauty that thrills me with 



wonder 

 It's the stillness that fills me with 



peace." 

 Yes even foresters are sentimental. 



