GETTING AC^AINTED WITH THE TREES 



May day the majesty of this beneficent friend 

 of mankind ; and yet another old pine mon- 

 arch against the sunset sky pointed the west- 

 ward way from the picturesque Cornell campus, 

 and alas! also pointed the danger to even this 

 one unreplaceable tree when modern "enter- 

 prise" constructs a trolley line on a scenic 

 route, ruthlessly destroying the very features 

 that make the route desirable, rather than go 

 to any mechanical trouble ! 



My readers will easily recall for themselves 

 just the same sort of "old pine" groups they 

 have record of on memory's picture-gallery, 

 and will, I am sure, agree with me as to the 

 informality, dignity and true beauty of these 

 survivors of the forest, all of which deserve 

 to be appreciatively cared for, against any 

 encroachment of train, trolley or lumberman. 



I am ashamed to say I have not yet seen 

 the blossoms of the white pine, which the 

 botanists tell us come in early spring, minute 

 and light brown, to be followed by the six- 

 inch-long cones which mature the second year. 

 I promise my camera that another spring it 

 shall be turned toward these shy blossoms. 



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