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CUTTING DOWN CHESTNUT TREES AT SOUND BEACH. 



and will carry on work in Forest Map- 

 ping in co-operation with the State 

 Conservation Commission. 



Professor Nelson C. Brown, who is 

 now connected with the Department of 

 Horticulture and Forestry at the Iowa 

 State College, and who was formerly 

 Deputy Forest Supervisor of the Deer- 

 ledge National Forest in Montana, 

 comes to the College on the first of July 

 as Assistant Professor of Lumbering. 



Professor Brown, who is a graduate of 

 Yale College and the Yale Forest 

 School, has had very unusual practical 

 training in Forestry, and will have en- 

 tire charge of the courses in Lumber- 

 ing, Forest Utilization and related lines. 

 During the coming summer he will make 

 a study of logging and manufacturing 

 operations in Northern New York, to 

 gather material for his work in the 

 College and for publication. 



THE CHESTNUT TREES GOING 



'VERY student and lover of hu- 

 man nature has mourned on ac- 

 count of the sickness and death 

 of the chestnut trees, says The Guide 

 to Nature. The chestnut trees are our 

 special friends of the forest and around 

 them are particularly pleasant mem- 

 ories of the time, when in our youth, 

 we gathered their fruit. In their fl.^w- 

 ering and fruiting they are of great 

 interest in later biological studies. A 

 more graceful shade tree never existed. 

 They have been tried and found true 

 from our childhood to our old age. 

 They have been valuable in our poetry, 

 our pathos and our commerce. But 

 even the most skilled scientists have 

 not been able to cope with the ravages 

 of the terrible fungus disease which 



attacks the trees after the fungi hide 

 themselves under the bark. The sooner 

 such trees are cut down the better, for 

 with no host tree on which to feed and 

 propagate, perhaps the chestnut disease 

 will die out, and we may hope that our 

 grandchildren will gather nuts and tell 

 their grandchildren of their nutting ex- 

 cursions, and of the squirrels with 

 which they shared their spoils. 



In South Beach, Conn., not far from 

 our Arcadia, is a grove as primitive as 

 when Keofferman, or Mianus, or Cos 

 Cob, led his warriors to battle. To 

 this grove, commonly known as the 

 Miller woods, have come the lovers, the 

 saunterers, the picnic parties, the bota- 

 nists and the ornithologists, and to it 

 have come, as to an entomological 



