340 ARBOR DAY 



artificial limbs, tooth-picks, ball clubs, and gun- 

 powder. Some of us are called Pussy Willows. 



CONCERT RECITATION 



O willow, why forever weep, 

 As one who mourns an endless wrong? 



What hidden woe can lie so deep? 

 What utter grief can last so long? 



Mourn on forever, unconsoled, 

 And keep your secret, faithful tree. 



No heart in all the world can hold 

 A sweeter grace than constancy. 



Fifth Pupil. 



I rejoice in the name of the Pine. I am the musi- 

 cian among the trees. I sing only when the spirit 

 moves. You may know when that is by the peculiar 

 swaying of my head. 



Sixth Pupil. 



Behold in me the Sugar Maple and a favorite 

 ornamental tree. People love me because I am 

 possessed of sweetness. I claim to have made more 

 boys and girls happy than any other tree. I have 

 many changes hi dress wearing in the spring the 

 softest shade of every color, in the summer the 

 purest emerald, and in the autumn the most brilliant 



