The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-02-23

view are reasonably important. Down at the Forest Service, on the wall of the office which "Giff'' Pinchot
 used to occupy hangs what appears to
 be family tree. It has little wiggly branches, zig-zagging out from a main shoot. The trunk, so to speak, was labelled Forester" and the branches were designated as "operation,'' 'sil- viculture, "silvice,'' and so on. In Pinchot's day, that family tree was pretty graphic plan of the or ganization of the Forest Service. It showed just the relation each of the subsidiary divisions of the Bureau bore to the other; it indicated who was responsible. At a glance one could see whether grazing matters wore handled under "operations,' or maintenance" or 'prOductS,' or what not.
 But now the artist who should at- tempt to reconstruct the thing would have to break the symmetry of it's branches and the tout ensemble would resemble nothing so much as a Christ mas tree after two months in the back yard.
 No sooner had Pinchot been dismiss ed by Presidential order than Secretary of Agriculture Wilson took up his off, ficial axe and began chopping off the branches on this tree-pruning down the army of various officials.
 First, he Topped off that magnificent branch which joined the main trunk near the top and was labelled "F'inan- c1al." The splendid shoot which tap cred down to the label Law was next ruthlessly removed. Then, the crown ing glory of the tree, that fat branch, Educational Division"-it was also called Division of Information" and ought to have been dubbed Press Bu- reau'-WaS sacrificed. There may be more chopping in the future.
 Secretary Wilson has so circumscrib- ed the duties of the Forest Service that all there is left to do is to grow trees, and water those already growing. Henry Solon Graves, Pinchots suc- cessor, has already announced that this is his slogan. He's decided to let the family tree of the service worry along without any attention, and to let time heal it's grievous cuts.
 The Chief Forester doesn't pose as an organizer. Pinchot was. There is no higher compliment to his energies than the present standardization of af- fairs in the Forest Service, the out growth of his ideas, the work of his brain. Graves is a tree grower pure and sinple-and says so himself.
 He has studied for years about trees and he knows them. He is anxious to grow trees, but it not apt to go be- yond that point, first because he does not want to and second because Sec retary Wilson wouldn't let him if he did.
 Graves studied foresty first in the University at Munich, Germany. He came away from there chuck full of tree lore and then wandered around Switzerland, Germany and Austria. When he came back to the United States he found Clifford Pinchot here then the only "consulting forester in captivity in America. Graves joined with Pinchot and the two hung out partnership shingle.
 The firm got just one client, the Vanderbilt Esate at Biltmore, N. c. So well did Graves do his part of the work there that when a man was need ed to tell the Interior Department about trees he was chosen.
 The Yale University discovered in him the right man to fill a professor ship in the new school that the elder Pinchot had given it. Glavis accepted and he had been there ever since, un- til his appointment to the post of Chief Forester.
 It cost the United States government $24,00O the other day to debate the question of whether portraits of some of the former speakers of the House should be painted in oils and hung in the corridors. The bill carried an ap- propriation of $SO0O, so the pictures will cost $30,000 when completed
 It took two hours to pass the bill. Some of the economists raged against it. Some of them have now calculated that on a basis of salaries it costs the House $50 a minute to operate. fort to save $S 900. And this estimate does not include the heating and light ing of the U. s. Capital or the inter- est on what the building cost.
 Incidentally there was just two hours debate on the River and Har- hn, h oar thorizing the expenditure of $201 000,0 900 more, when that measure was put through the House.
 Neuralgia pains that strike him in the jaw punctually at a. m. daily are responsible for the fact that Sena- tor Money of Mississippi is the earliest riser in his branch of the National Legislature and that his secretary is the most enterprising stenogra pher about Capitol Hill. Every morning by breakfast time the Senator's corres- pondence is out of the way and his Secretary has practically all the rest of the day to himself. The hardest work he has to do is to keep office'' during the remaining governmental hours.
 What is particularly remarkable as well as agonizing about Senator Mon ey's peculiar style of neuralgia is the fact that it has been visiting him reg ularly at the same hour every day for IA years. All sorts of prescriptions have been tried in vain to ward off the attacks, and all sorts of drugs, and rubs. and shocks, have been re- sorted to for relief from the pain while it lasts. In spite of all the remedies and treatments Mr. Neuralgia bobs uj serenely every morning at five, re- mains for a little less than two hours, and then departs as suddenly as he arrives.
 Finding that close attention to work caused him to forget the pain, the Sem ator got into the habit of plunging ino his correspondence as soon as the neuralgia was felt. His secretary soon adapted his hours to those of his chief, and, as a result, the Mississippian's letters are always in the local post office nearly a half day ahead of those sent home by the other Senators.
 'HThis is what elected me to Con- gress.'' remarked Representative Rich ard W. Austin of Tennessee, when he gets into a confidential mood and is to tell some new-found friend a chapter of his life.
 As he spea'-s he reaches out for his lea ther wallet and extracts from it a clipping from Washington newspaper bearing the date a year or so past. "I have one of these clippings framed on the wall at my office here," con- tinues Austin, "another at llorne.''
 "Rut the piece doesn't seem to be about you at alp observes the person who is let in on the ground floor of the Austin life history