anaheim-gazette 1911-01-19

THE MID-WINTER SLEEP OF PLANTS AND ANIMALS In these midwinter days there appears to be a general understanding that all of Mother Nature's children shall go into a retreat or take the rest cure to prepare them for the new year's wonderful activities. Every living thing feels a longing for rest. The little woodland creatures hide in safe, dark nooks, only a few birds remain with us human beings, share in the yearning for solitude and lonely ways. A modern philosopher envies "the wise and provident folk who have cancelled out of the season all the unpleasant weather and are now reposing with no care for the morrow and no experience of present storm and stress." It almost proves our kinship with these little dumb brothers of the wild. We feel the chill of the darkening days, see the blurred sun low down in the southern heavens, and wonder if it were not well for human beings to hibernate in company with them. One restless mortal wishes he could be like the toad, who has been safe sheltered for many weeks, or the woodchuck, who has long since shut his door and locked it until Candlemas Day. He sees the winged sphynx hang her thick gray felt hammock upon the willows, and little plump sleepers reposing in woody globes, that swing from the stems of the goldenrod, and countless grubs and moths and chrysalids that hide in the ferruled stalks of the swamp weeds, and almost envies them their safe and sure repose. Truly, these be wonderful days, strange mixture of odds and ends, the middle of winter, realize that plants are by no means inanimate, as some people insist. We find them indulging in queer fancies, freaks that are regulated by no law, urged by mere impulse or sensation, just like human beings. They live, they breathe, they sleep, they wake. If the sun shines too ardently upon them they shrink and shake; if they are tickled with a feather, they wriggle; if we touch them with caustic they jerk from side to side. These are not mere figures of speech. The sleep of plants is a very real thing, the awakening sure and noticeable. In the late autumn most of them grow drowsy. They look tired, droop their heads and presently go to sleep—they need a little sleep. In the plant world, as in the animal world, there are varieties. Some are weak, some are strong; some are rough, some are smooth; some stolid and some very sensitive. In the quiet country they thrive and flourish best, because there they can sleep all night, while in the artificial light and impure air of town they are troubled with insomnia and often pine away and die for lack of rest. Even in the growing season they need a little sleep. All day the sap or life blood, is in motion, ascending from root to top of plant, where it evaporates in the sunshine or is absorbed by the vital forces and changed into cell or living protoplasm. Some of the gases that are in the liquid sap make starch and tissue, some are thrown off by means of the plant lungs, or stomata, on the under surface of the leaves. All day the process goes on without ceasing, but when the sun goes down nature checks this plant breathing, or, in other words, puts the little flowers to sleep. Soon as the light begins to fade er world, the insect hides more. Only the little stays with us. We have chimney corner that cries in the flickering firefly merry creature is a key for all the world known ket on the hearth bristle to the home. INJURY TO FOREST Millions of Dollars Loss Destructive It has been estimated that injury to insects causes the United States an annual 000,000. This enormously ed by many groups of which a few stand outly destructive. One posed of the so-called bark and wood borers are immature stages of beetles technically known tidae. Flat headed borers rest trees are of two species—those which destroys of the tree, the bark death, and those which destroy its principal timber. The bark borers have another, caused large number of trees of the United States chestnut of the Appalachian and the birches of eastern states are even fact that they are still their pernicious work Burke of the department in the Yearbook. The wood borers, structive wood borers western red cedar and his door and locked it until Candlemas Day. He sees the winged sphynx hang her thick gray felt hammock upon the willows, and little plump sleepers reposing in woody globes, that swing from the stems of the goldenrod, and countless grubs and moths and chrysalids that hide in the ferruled stalks of the swamp weeds, and almost envies them their safe and sure repose. Truly, these be wonderful days, strange mixture of odds and ends, the middle of winter, the beginning of the year, the first of genuine snowy weather, when the frost-bound earth rings like silver bells to the hurrying tread and the flowing streams are roofted with glass How few of all the merry birds remain in the naked trees. A red-shouldered hawk swooped down just at my feet as I walked on the country road today. He fell upon a flock of snow birds and sailed off with a tiny, fluttering victim. These strong wild birds are hated by the farmer, and yet they act only in accord with the laws of their being, and they, too, have a right to live. They are hardy and adventurous, but very shy. I have never seen a hawk come down into the barnyard, but crows are often as bold and friendly as a dog. I can not understand why the farmer hates the lively, black freebooter. Thoreau calls him "the spirit of the North American Indian," and praises his stately sweep through the upper air, and graceful movements over hill and treetop. This bird is a favorite with poets and painters, and is the central figure in Burns' immortal winter scene: The shortening winter's day is near a close, The miry beasts returning frae the plough, The blackening trains o' crowds to their repose, The toll-worn Cotter frae his labor goes. Birds Love Home In a corner of the orchard I saw a screech owl looking cold and pinched and lonely. These are usually the most silent of all winged things. They will sit all day on the barn farters, as if in deep meditation or sleep. But night wakes them up and they act as giddy as boys out for a frolic. There are a few blue jays scolding and calling from the trees, and now and then a glorious redbird comes dashing through the evergreens. Why do these wise creatures remain in this part of the world, so cold and so poorly provided with food, when the flight of but a few hours would take them so far beyond his door and locked it until Candlemas Day. He sees the winged sphynx hang her thick gray felt hammock upon the willows, and little plump sleepers reposing in woody globes, that swing from the stems of the goldenrod, and countless grubs and moths and chrysalids that hide in the ferruled stalks of the swamp weeds, and almost envies them their safe and sure repose. Truly, these be wonderful days, strange mixture of odds and ends, the middle of winter, the beginning of the year, the first of genuine snowy weather, when the frost-bound earth rings like silver bells to the hurrying tread and the flowing streams are roofted with glass How few of all the merry birds remain in the naked trees. A red-shouldered hawk swooped down just at my feet as I walked on the country road today. He fell upon a flock of snow birds and sailed off with a tiny, fluttering victim. These strong wild birds are hated by the farmer, and yet they act only in accord with the laws of their being, and they, too, have a right to live. They are hardy and adventurous, but very shy. I have never seen a hawk come down into the barnyard, but crows are oft en as bold and friendly as a dog. I can not understand why the farmer hates the lively, black freebooter. Thoreau calls him "the spirit of the North American Indian," and praises his stately sweep through the upper air, and graceful movements over hill and treetop. This bird is a favorite with poets and painters, and is the central figure in Burns' immortal winter scene: The shortening winter's day is near a close, The miry beasts returning frae the plough, The blackening trains o' crowds to their repose, The toll-worn Cotter frae his labor goes. Birds Love Home In a corner of the orchard I saw a screech owl looking cold and pinched and lonely. These are usually the most silent of all winged things. They will sit all day on the barn farters, as if in deep meditation or sleep. But night wakes them up and they act as giddy as boys out for a frolic. There are a few blue jays scolding and calling from the trees, and now and then a glorious redbird comes dashing through the evergreens. Why do these wise creatures remain in this part of the world, so cold and so poorly provided with food, when the flight of but a few hours would take them so far beyond his door and locked it until Candlemas Day. He sees the winged sphynx hang her thick gray felt hammock upon the willows, and little plump sleepers reposing in woody globes, that swing from the stems of the goldenrod, and countless grubs and moths and chrysalids that hide in the ferruled stalks of the swamp weeds, and almost envies them their safe and sure repose. Truly, these be wonderful days, strange mixture of odds and ends, the middle of winter, the beginning of the year, the first of genuine snowy weather, when the frost-bound earth rings like silver bells to the hurrying tread and the flowing streams are roofted with glass How few of all the merry birds remain in the naked trees. A red-shouldered hawk swooped down just at my feet as I walked on the country road today. He fell upon a flock of snow birds and sailed off with a tiny, fluttering victim. These strong wild birds are hated by the farmer, and yet they act only in accord with the laws of their being, and they too, have a right to live. They are hardy and adventurous, but very shy. I have never seen a hawk come down into the barnyard, but crows are oft en as bold and friendly as a dog. I can not understand why the farmer hates the lively, black freebooter. Thoreau calls him "the spirit of the North American Indian," and praises his stately sweep through the upper air, and graceful movements over hill and treetop. This bird is a favorite with poets and painters, and is the central figure in Burns' immortal winter scene: The shortening winter's day is near a close, The miry beasts returning frae the plough, The blackening trains o' crowds to their repose, The toll-worn Cotter frae his labor goes. Birds Love Home In a corner of the orchard I saw a screech owl looking cold and pinched and lonely. These are usually the most silent of all winged things. They will sit all day on the barn farters, as if in deep meditation or sleep. But night wakes them up and they act as giddy as boys out for a frolic. There are a few blue jays scolding and calling from the trees, and now and then a glorious redbird comes dashing through the evergreens. Why do these wise creatures remain in this part of the world, so cold and so poorly provided with food, when the flight of but a few hours would take them so far beyond his door and locked it until Candlemas Day. He sees the winged sphynx hang her thick gray felt hammock upon the willows, and little plump sleepers reposing in woody globes, that swing from the stems of the goldenrod, and countless grubs和moths和 chrysalids that hide in the ferruled stalks of the swamp weeds,and almost envies them their safe and sure repose. Truly,these be wonderful days， strange mixture of odds和 ends，the middle of winter，the beginning ofthe year，the firstof genuine snowyweather，whenthe frost-boundearthringslikesilverbellstothehurryingtreadandtheflowingstreamsaireroftedwithglass How few of allthemerybirdsremaininthenakedtrees.Aredshoulderedhawk swoopeddownjustatmyfeetasIwalkedonthecountryroadtoday.Hewelluponaflockofsnowbirdsandsailedoffwitha tiny,flixterryingvictim.Thesestrongwildbirdsarehatedbythefarmer,andyettheyactonlyinaccordwiththelawsoftheirbeing,andtheytoo,havearighttolive.Theybirdisafavoritewithpoetsandpainters,andiscentralfigureinBurns'immortalwinterscene: Theshorteningwinter'sdayisnearaclose, Themirybeastestreturnfraefreetheplough, Theblackeningtrainso'crowdstotherepose, Thetoll-wornCotterfraefreihislaborgoes. Birds Love Home In a corner of the orchard I saw a screech owl looking cold and pinched and lonely. These are usually the most silent of all winged things. They will sit all day on the barn farters，asifindeepmeditationorsleep.ButnightwakesthemupandtheyactasgiddyasboysoutforafrolicTherearea fewbluejayscoldingandcallingfromthetrees,andnowandthena gloriousredbirdcomesdashingthroughtheevergreensWhydotheesewisecreaturesremaininthispartoftheworldsocoldandso poorlyprovidedwithfood，whentheflightofbuta fewhourswouldtakethemsofarbeyondhisdoorandlockedinthishabitofdevotion.Themembersofthegreatbeanfamilyareregularin theirsleepingandwakingandgo torestwithadmirableprecision.asdoalsothelocust,theacacia,thewistaria,thedaisy,thedandelion,thesolanumandmanyanotherfamiliarplant.Atnightthewillowtwistsitsleavesintothequeerestforms,tomatoesandgrapeslookdroopedandwiltedwhileallclamberingvinesturnandtwistinhehoursofdarkness.Allsleepingfoliageismoreorlessrigid andreducestobeturnintootherpositions. Howwonderfulthe thoughtofthisvegetableactivity,thesleepingandwaking,theapparentchoiceoftheplants.Eventhosethatseemtobequitedeadwhosestemslookdryandlifeless AREneverthelessmostintensely aliveTheyarenotdeadbutsleeping;beautifulanalogy,nevertobeforgottenwhenhumanlifeseemslostandgoneoutinhopelessmystery. “Thisso-calledsleepofplants,”saysDarwin，“isaneffortofnaturestoreuplifetimeincoldanddarkness.”Wellmayitbitbecalledrealthing,andwonderfullylikethotmanor动物.Manyflowersclosepetalsduringarain,andthusprotecttheirhoneyorpollen,buthowishouldsethourfortheunfoldshockorwood,intwhichtransformstootheaddexcavatesanexitholipalcelltocotheoutersurgeges.Afteremergencfeedsonofthefoliage sometimesthatoftheoftenthatofsomeocbecomessexuallymatteIfitisafemale.itthelifecyclebyeggsstartinganewgenerationandegglayingover,thecompletedanddeathsy The eggislaidinsummerandtheborneritfeedsuntilthefollowingthesecondfallbeforeturturyItthenelitherwinterinthelarvalstesandtransformstofollowspring;orthefellrestsoverthie the most silent of all winged things. They will sit all day on the barn farters, as if in deep meditation or sleep. But night wakes them up and they act as giddy as boys out for a frolic. There are a few blue jays scolding and calling from the trees, and now and then a glorious red-bird comes dashing through the evergreens. Why do these wise creatures remain in this part of the world, so cold and so poorly provided with food, when the flight of but a few hours would take them safe beyond the frost line? No one can answer the question. Perhaps it is the home instinct, the love of the once green forests and fields where they first saw light that makes them endure such cold and hunger. We know that this love of home is very strong among our little brothers of the wild. Many of them will wander far by day, but are sure to come back to bed and bower when darkness settles o'er the scene. Now is the time to prove our love for these tender creatuers, to scatter bread and grain and bits of suet on the frozen earth and the windswept places, where they gather in such forlorn hope after a great storm. The flowers and plants are wiser than some human folk, for now they have gone to sleep, and are cuddled down in Mother Nature's trundlebed, wrapped in russet leaves and tucked in neatly with a coverlet of spotless snow. It is well to begin our rural year with January, for all around us, and beneath the frozen earth lies the promise of another summer, the hope and promise of future days. Nature provides this resting spell for all her plant children, and even in the countries where frost is unknown, and flowers bloom all the year round, it is observed that trees grow weary, and often drop their leaves as if for a little rest between seasons. We "This so-called sleep of plants," says Darwin, "is an effort of nature to store up life in cold and darkness." Well may it be called a real thing, and wonderfully like that of man or animal. Many flowers close their petals during a rain, and thus protect their honey or pollen, but why should certain flowers bloom by the clock and have set hours for their unfolding? This is so well known that the great Linneus prepared a floral time piece in which each hour of the day was marked by a blossom that opened on the very stroke. Even a slight observation will show how the daisy unfolds her petals at sunrise, and closes them at sunset, hence her name, "Day's eye." The dandelion blooms at 7 in the morning, the arenaria rubra opens at 9 a.m. and closes at 3 p.m. The white water lily unfolds her pure petals at 7 a.m., the common mouse ear blooms from 8 to 3, the scarlet pimpernel from 7 to 2; tragopodon opens at 4 a.m. and closes just before midday, whence its common name, "John-go-to-bed at noon." Farmer's boys in England regulate their dinner time by the movements of this homely flower. The morning glory closes her petals at night, but the evening primrose comes into full glory when the sun goes down. The common lily blooms at sunrise, but the petunia revels in the moonlight. Sweet peas droop their heads at noon, but the nasturtium delights in the fierce glow of the mid-day sun. These little plant folk have quaint and curious customs of their own. Just now they lie dormant, and all through the ember days are storing up their energies for the time of awaking. There is silence in the out-but sleeping; beautiful analogy, never to be forgotten when human life seems lost and gone out in hopeless mystery. "The so-called sleep of plants," says Darwin, "is an effort of nature to store up life in cold and darkness." Well may it be called a real thing, and wonderfully like that of man or animal. Many flowers close their petals during a rain, and thus protect their honey or pollen, but why should certain flowers bloom by the clock and have set hours for their unfolding? This is so well known that the great Linneus prepared a floral time piece in which each hour of the day was marked by a blossom that opened on the very stroke. Even a slight observation will show how the daisy unfolds her petals at sunrise, and closes them at sunset, hence her name, "Day's eye." The dandelion blooms at 7 in the morning, the arenaria rubra opens at 9 a.m. and closes at 3 p.m. The white water lily unfolds her pure petals at 7 a.m., the common mouse ear blooms from 8 to 3, the scarlet pimpernel from 7 to 2; tragopodon opens at 4 a.m. and closes just before midday, whence its common name, "John-go-to-bed at noon." Farmer's boys in England regulate their dinner time by the movements of this homely flower. The morning glory closes her petals at night, but the evening primrose comes into full glory when the sun goes down. The common lily blooms at sunrise, but the petunia revels in the moonlight. Sweet peas droop their heads at noon, but the nasturtium delights in the fierce glow of the mid-day sun. These little plant folk have quaint and curious customs of their own. Just now they lie dormant, and all through the ember days are storing up their energies for the time of awaking. There is silence in the out-but sleeping; beautiful analogy, never to be forgotten when human life seems lost and gone out in hopeless mystery. "This so-called sleep of plants," says Darwin, "is an effort of nature to store up life in cold and darkness." Well may it be called a real thing, and wonderfully like that of man or animal. Many flowers close their petals during a rain, and thus protect their honey or pollen, but why should certain flowers bloom by the clock and have set hours for their unfolding? This is so well known that the great Linneus prepared a floral time piece in which each hour of the day was marked by a blossom that opened on the very stroke. Even a slight observation will show how the daisy unfolds her petals at sunrise, and closes them at sunset, hence her name, "Day's eye." The dandelion blooms at 7 in the morning, the arenaria rubra opens at 9 a.m. and closes at 3 p.m. The white water lily unfolds her pure petals at 7 a.m., the common mouse ear blooms from 8 to 3, the scarlet pimpernel from 7 to 2; tragopodon opens at 4 a.m. and closes just before midday, whence its common name, "John-go-to-bed at noon." Flat headed borers live a large amount of damp forest trees of the United States like damage by fire, taking place in all loosened unnoticed, practically without rest entomologist. They can then be given as control or a thorough made if the trouble is s ANAHEIM GAZETTE er world, the insect hum is heard no more. Only the little black cricket stays with us. We have one in our chimney corner that chirps and trills in the flickering firelight. The dear, merry creature is a welcome guest, for all the world knows that the cricket on the hearth brings good luck to the home. INJURY TO FOREST TREES Millions of Dollars Loss Annually by Destructive Insects It has been estimated by good authority that injury to forest trees by insects causes the people of the United States an annual loss of $100,-000,000. This enormous loss is caused by many groups of insects, among which a few stand out as particularly destructive. One of these is composed of the so-called flat-headed bark and wood borers, or grubs, which are immature stages of a family of beetles technically known as Buprestidae. Flat headed borers injurious to forest trees are of two principal classes—those which destroy the vital part of the tree, the bark, and cause its death, and those which damage or destroy its principal product, the timber. The bark borers have, at one time and another, caused the death of a large number of trees in the forests of the United States. The dying chestnut of the Appalachian region and the birches of the northern and eastern states are evidences of the fact that they are still actively at their pernicious work, writes H. E. Burke of the department of agriculture, in the Yearbook. The wood borers, such as the destructive wood borers of the cypress, western red cedar and pine are pro- IN THE SUPERIOR COURT Of the State of California, in and for the County of Orange In re—Anaheim Turn Verein, a benevolent corporation. ORDER Upon reading the petition of the Anaheim Turn Verein, a benevolent corporation, made and signed by a majority of the members of its Board of Directors, praying for permission to change the name of said corporation; It is ordered on motion of H. V. Weisel, as attorney for said petitioners, that said petition be filed, and that the hearing thereof be and the same is hereby fixed for Friday, the 10th day of February, 1911, at 10 o'clock of that day or as soon thereafter as said application can be heard, when objections thereto, if any, will also be heard. It is further ordered that notice of said application be given by the clerk of the above-named court, by publishing this order for four successive weeks in the Anaheim Gazette, a weekly newspaper printed and published in said County of Orange, prior to the date of the hearing of said application. It is further ordered that all persons are required to appear before said court at said time and place and show cause why an order should not be made in accordance with the prayer of said petition. The name proposed for said corporation is "Anaheim Concordia." Dated January 11, 1911. Z. B. WEST, Judge of said Superior Court. H. V. Weisel, Attorney for Petitioners. 1-12-tf ELECTION NOTICE Notice is hereby given to the electors of the Commonwealth School District, County of Orange, State of California, that the election to decide to which high school district the said Commonwealth district shall belong (Anaheim Union High School or Fullerton Union High School) or whether such district shall be a part of such high school district will be held at Residence of S. Tucker in said district on the 20th day of January, 1911. The polls will be open between the hours of one o'clock P.M. and five o'clock P.M. The officers to conduct the election are: J. L. DAVEE, Inspector, J. M. HAZARD, Judge, J. H. GULICK, Judge. Dated at Santa Ana, this 4th day of January, 1911. R. P. MITCHELL, Superintendent of Schools. IN THE SUPERIOR COURT Of the County of Orange, State of California. Guy W. Holman, Plaintiff, vs. H. E. Wana-maker, Defendant. Action brought in the Superior Court of the County of Orange, State of California, and the Complaint filed in the office of the Clerk of said County of Orange. Melrose & Ames and Wellborn, Attorneys for Plaintiff. The People of the State of California send Greeting to H. E. Wanamaker, Defendant: You are Hereby Directed to Appear, and answer the Complaint in an action entitled as above, brought against you in the Superior Court of the County of Orange, State of California, within ten days after the service on you of this summons—if served within this County; or within thirty days if served elsewhere. And you are hereby notified that unless you appear and answer as above required, the said plaintiff will take judgment for any money or damages demanded in the complaint, as arising upon contract, or he will apply to the Court for any other relief demanded in the complaint. Given under my hand and the seal of the Superior Court of the County of Orange, State of California, this 22nd day of December, A.D. 1910. [SEAL.] W. B. WILLIAMS, jy5-2m Clerk. Notice of Assessment BENEDICT WATER COMPANY. Location of Principal Place of Business, Anaheim, California. Notice is hereby given that at a meeting of the Directors held on the 12th day of January, 1911, an assessment of $1.50 per share was levied upon the capital stock of the corporation payable immediately to the Secretary of said corporation at his office, at the office of Richard Melrose, 315 Hedwig street, Anaheim, California. Any stock upon which this assessment shall remain unpaid on the 18th day of February, 1911, will be delinquent and advertised for sale at public auction unless payment is made before this date. The bark borers have, at one time and another, caused the death of a large number of trees in the forests of the United States. The dying chestnut of the Appalachian region and the birches of the northern and eastern states are evidences of the fact that they are still actively at their pernicious work, writes H. E. Burke of the department of agriculture, in the Yearbook. The wood borers, such as the destructive wood borers of the cypress, western red cedar, and pine, are probably of even greater economic importance than the bark borers, for they mine the sapwood and heartwood of many living, dying and dead trees, and either ruin it completely or damage it so that it can not be used for the higher grade products. The borer work or injury consists of a flattened, oval, gradually enlarging, more or less tortuously winding mine or wormhole, which, when completed, widens out into an elongate oval pupal cell. This cell connects with the outer surface by a short, oval exit hole. The mine has its surface marked by fine, transverse, crescent lines and is usually tightly packed with sawdust-like berings and pellets of woody excrement. The pupal cell and exit hole are usually empty, except when occupied by the insect. The injury may be entirely in the bark, entirely in the wood, or as is usually the case, in both bark and wood. In general the life history is as follows: The female lays an egg in a crevice in the bark or under the bark at the edge of a wound. The egg soon hatches into a borer or larva, which mines the inner bark or wood until it reaches maturity. It then forms a pupal cell in the bark or wood, in which it pupates and transforms to the adult. The adult excavates an exit hole from the pupal cell to the outer surface and emerges. After emergence it usually feeds on the foliage of some plant, sometimes that of the host plant, but often that of some other, before it becomes sexually mature and mates. If it is a female, it then completes the life cycle by egg laying, thus starting a new generation. Mating and egg laying over, the life work is completed and death soon follows. The egg is laid in the spring or summer and the borer hatching from it feeds until the following fall, or the second fall, before it reaches maturity. It then either rests over the winter in the larval stage and pupates and transforms to the adult the following spring; or it pupates in the fall rests over the winter in the sons are required to appear before said court at said time and place and show cause why an order should not be made in accordance with the prayer of said petition. The name proposed for said corporation is "Anaheim Concordia." Dated January 11, 1911. Z. B. WEST, Judge of said Superior Court. H. V. Weisel, Attorney for Petitioners. AT SIXTY you ought to be just as good as when you were 20. Your health, your ability and your chances of success the same as then. 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Notice is hereby given that at a meeting of the Directors held on the 12th day of January, 1911, an assessment of $1.50 per share was levied upon the capital stock of the corporation payable immediately to the Secretary of said corporation at his office, at the office of Richard Melrose, 315 Hedwig street, Anaheim, California. Any stock upon which this assessment shall remain unpaid on the 18th day of February, 1911, will be delinquent and advertised for sale at public auction and, unless payment is made before, will be sold on the 11th day of March, 1911, to pay the delinquent assessment, together with costs of advertising and expenses of sale. J.P. TRANSUE, Secretary Benedict Water Company. Location of office, 315 Hedwig street, Anaheim, Orange County, California. IN THE SUPERIOR COURT Of the County of Orange, State of California. In the matter of the Estate of LINA ROEDER Deceased. It appearing to the Court from the petition of Fred Dettmer and Fritz Ruhmann, executors of the last will of Lina Roeder, deceased, on file herein, that is necessary and would be for the advantage, benefit and best interests of the estate and those interested therein to sell the whole of the real estate and a portion of the personal property of said deceased. It is therefore ordered by the Court that all persons interested in the estate of Lina Roeder, deceased, do appear before the Superior Court of Orange County, State of California, at the City of Santa Ana in said County, on Friday, January 20th, 1911, at 10 o'clock A.M. of said day, then and there to show cause, if any they have, why an order should not be granted to the said executors for the sale of the real property and a portion of the personal property belonging to said estate, as prayed for in the petition by them hereinbefore filed, at private sale. It is further ordered that a copy or this order be published at least four successive weeks in the Anaheim Gazette, a weekly newspaper printed, published and circulated in said County of Orange. Dated December 19th, 1910. Z. B. WEST, Judge of said Superior Court. dec22-6t IN THE SUPERIOR COURT OF THE STATE OF CALIFORNIA In and for the County of Orange. In the Matter of the Estate of Ethel Skelly, deceased. Order to Show Cause Why Order of Sale of Real Estate Should Not Be Made. It is ordered by the Court that all persons interested in the estate of said deceased appear before the said Superior Court on Friday, the 27th day of January, 1911, at 10 o'clock A.M. of said day, at the Courtroom of said Superior Court in the Court House in said County of Orange, State of California, to show cause why an order should not be granted to the Administrator of said estate to sell all of the Real Estate of said deceased as may be necessary. And that a copy of this Order be published at least four successive weeks until it is delivered as may be necessary. If it is a female, it then completes the life cycle by egg laying, thus starting a new generation. Mating and egg laying over, the life work is completed and death soon follows. The egg is laid in the spring or summer and the borer hatching from it feeds until the following fall, or the second fall, before it reaches maturity. It then either rests over the winter in the larval stage and pupates and transforms to the adult the following spring; or it pupates in the fall, rests over the winter in the pupal stage, and transforms to the adult in the spring; or it pupates and transforms to the adult in the fall and rests over the winter in the adult stage. In practically all cases it emerges in the spring or summer following the pupation and the transformation to the adult. The flat-headed bark borers kill the trees by boring through the vital layer of inner bark and outer wood until their winding mines completely encircle the trunk. This girdles the tree and causes its death by stopping the circulation of the sap. They also injure the timber by causing serious gum spot defects to form in the wood of trees that recover from attacks. Flat headed borers undoubtedly do a large amount of damage to the forest trees of the United States. Unlike damage by fire, this damage is taking place in all localities, usually unnoticed, practically every day in the year. Much of it can be prevented by the use of methods of control recommended by expert forest entomologists. Any evidence of serious injury by flat headed borers should be reported, with specimens of the borer and its work, to an expert forest entomologist. Specific advice can then be given as to methods of control or a thorough investigation made if the trouble is something new. 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Cor.First and Spring ORPHANAGE REPORT The following boys have been admitted into St. Catherine's Orphan Asylum since the last publication: Half Orphans: Mike Angelo 7 yrs 10 mo, Ortiz Edwardo 3 yrs 11 mos., Morales Francis 10 yrs 11 mos., Morales Leopold 6 yr 10 m., Rodriguez Frank 7 y, Rodriguez Antonio 5 y 9 m., Hernandez Locario 10 y, Hernandez Francisco 7 y, Leiva Francis 11 y 3 m., Leiva Nelson 9 y, Rodriguez Paul 5 y, 3 m., Ames Edward 11 y 10 m., Ames Alphonso 3 y 11 mo., Givandun Lorenzo 7y 2 m., Vega Martin 6 y 6 m., Vega Ilario 3 y, Vollaire Alexander 11 y 1 m., Vollaire Bertrand 9 yrs, Vollaire Louis 7 y, Stockes George 5 y, Luebano Justo 6 y 5m., Luebano Augusline 4 y 3 m, Garcia Manuel 10 y 5 m, Valdez Juan 5 y 6 m. Abandoned: Figueroa Vincente 10 yrs, Figueroa Roberto 7 yrs, Feranti Jose 4 yrs. School children's eyes should be taken care of. 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