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clay the tree, with its added century of purpose of the tree-lover. In the very 



girth, is as flawless as the record, heart of the pretty, classic town, this 



Naught of man's doing or of higher majestic oak is pointed out as one of 



ordaining has come to defeat the fine its treasures. 



FORESTRY MAIDENS 



By SARAH E. KUHN, Washington 



THERE were bright maids of high degree, 

 Who worked and toiled for forestry ; 

 Who sat up nights to plan their work, 

 That no small duties might they shirk. 

 To laugh and talk all through the day, 

 As some maids while the time away, 

 Was not the object of their life ; 

 For ne'er were heard there sounds of strife, 

 Nor voices loud, nor laughter shrill, 

 But low, sweet tones expressed their will. 



These maidens dressed with greatest care, 

 They wore no costly store-made hair ; 

 No straggling locks or frowsy "rats," 

 Escaped beneath their Paris hats ; 

 But brown hair, black hair, golden crown, 

 Sedately blent with office gown. 

 Deportment better ne'er was known, 

 Than by these maidens daily shown ; 

 To chief and subchief, high and low, 

 A modest deference did they show. 



If forced to meet a manly form, 

 Within their hearts this raised no storm ; 

 For maids like these gave heart and soul, 

 To save the forests intact, whole ; 

 This single purpose filled the mind, 

 To full exclusion of mankind. 

 They gave no thought to sordid gain, 

 But worked with ready hand and brain, 

 Content to know their high esteem 

 Was the one never-failing theme. 



For Uncle Sam these maidens toiled, 



Remaining simple, sweet, unspoiled ; 



They turned their thoughts to realms above, 



And never sighed for earthly love ; 



A sure reward before them lies, 



A brighter home beyond the skies. 



