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knots are so loose that they resemble the curls on the 

 head of an English boy, but in the Live Oaks of the 

 south the knots are so tight in appearance that they are 

 more like the kinks in the wool of a negro. The Live 

 Oaks, however, inherit about the most lordly and de- 

 fiant beauty of any members of the family. Read what 

 Sidney Lanier says about them in his ''Marshes of 

 Glynn.'' The Willows (9) are feather clad. For silvery 

 loveliness they are unrivalled. Oaks are masculine. 

 Willows are as feminine as the Lady of Shalott. The 

 Locusts (10) have figured robes, with large open spaces 

 between the masses of the design, which have blurred 

 edges like the dark blue units on an old Dutch plate or 

 the flowers on a Dresden ribbon. The Pitch Pines (11) 

 are similarly gowned, but the edges of the masses are 

 more sharply defined. The Weeping Willows (12), like 

 other lachrymose people, are not especially cheerful 

 additions to the landscape. They wear garments about 

 all fringe, like a Spanish shawl. The fringe seems a 

 bit overdone. The tree looks like a girl with long curls 

 or a woman with numerous braids hanging below her 

 waist. 



If trees must hang their leaves about them, let them 

 emulate the Eucalyptus family. That's a great race! 

 They are rather slovenly when it comes to house-keep- 

 ing, but they are a handsome lot, from the slim maiden 

 who shoots up a hundred feet and dangles a few scraps 



