IN DAYS OF YORE 



The pruning of fruit trees is by no means a recent orchard practice. 

 When cleaning out my files at the time of my retirement, I discovered this poem 

 which was \^rritten by a Franklin County wit after Professor Sears, former Head 

 of the Pomology Department, had given a pruning demonstration. It appealed to 

 the Editor of "Fruit Notes" as worthy of insertion in this issue. 



The Lament of the Apple Tree 



Oh I was once an apple tree 

 And I grew and grew as the Lord made me. 

 But the professors down at the M.A.C. 

 Know better how things ought to be. 



So they cut off my limbs and branches too 

 And scraped my bark, and I tell you 

 I looked as much like an apple tree 

 As a monkey looks like a bumble beel 



I'm ashamed to stand where folks can see 

 What the professors did - from the M.A.C. 

 What's good for trees ought to be good for man, 

 And I'd like to try the professor's plan. 



I'd like to take Professor Shears 

 And trim him up in spite of his tears. 

 I'd cut off his ears and shorten his nose, 

 I'd shave his head and trim his toes 

 And I'd set him up for the boys to see 

 Just how a professor ought to be I 



Rusticus 



Deerfield - 

 January 21, 1914 



-0. C. Roberts 



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WHAT HAPPENED TO THE RASPBERRIES? 



The winter of 1959-60 would generally be considered a mild winter. When 

 compared with that of 1958-59, the cold was not so prolonged nor was the mini- 

 mum temperature so low. It is, therefore, somewhat of a shock to find that, in 

 some places at least, raspberries suffered severely. In fact, injury has been 



