is also made from it and its seed crop brings a good price on the 
market. The A. I. Root Company supply for the asking, a little 
booklet called "Sweet Clover." Frank Coverdale and E. E. 
Barton have written monographs, while Parmer's Bulletin No. 
18 says that " as a restorative crop for yellow loam and white 
lime land this plant has no equal." Farmer's Bulletin No. 485 
is a valuable treatise on this plant, to obtain which you must 
send ten cents to the Department of Agriculture, Washington, 
D. C. 
Letitia E. Wright. 
A Botany Through the generosity of Mr. W. B. Thompson and a group 
Foundation of other interested men, a Foundation has been established to do 
for plant life what the Rockefeller Foundation does for human 
life. The Foundation will not only devise means for combating 
all forms of fungus and decay attacking plants but endeavor to 
evolve new and useful plants. The laboratories are at Yonkers, 
near the estate of Mr. Thompson. Dr. J. M. Coulter, Chief of 
the Department of Botany at the University of Chicago, is the 
Director and Consultant, though still keeping his Chair at the 
University. This Foundation has only lately been made public 
but has been in existence for two years at least. 
F. D. F. 
CORRECTION (I n the July Bulletin, in the report of the Wild Flower Chairman, 
Carbone and Company, of Boston, Avas reported as assisting the conservation 
movement of the country. A Chicago florist who followed the example of 
Carbone and Company is The Ernst Wienhoeber Company, and not Ernest 
Witherbee, as printed in this issue.) 
September 
"Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, 
Close-bosomed friend of the maturing sun." 
" It is no wonder the poets have loved so well this month whose 
name has in it all the witchery of the north. There is the majesty 
of the hill solitudes in it, and what loveliness of pale-blue mist 
in the hollows of quiet valleys. What richness of reds and ambers 
where the scarlet-fruited Ash hangs over the unruffled brown 
pool. How lovely these mornings when the clew is frost-white. 
What peace in that vast serenity of blue where not the smallest 
cloud is seen. ' ' 
Fiona Macleod. 
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