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Happy Little Handsaw

Once upon a time there lvas a new handsa'n' that grerv sadder day by day because nobody seemed to u'ant him, even though there was so much l,vonderful rvork for sarvs to do. The good old savr'-maker who had brought Little Handsaw into the lvorld rvarned him that tears woulcl make him rusty, and at last took him on a visit to the woods and mills.

In this rvay the adventure began. And if it doesn't seem natural to you for a young handsarv to cry and shed tears to the rusting point, and for a good old sa',v-maker to feel sorry for "him" and take him on a trip to the woods, then you are simply not up to date on )'our small-fry reading matter.

"The Happy Little Flandsaw" is the title of a modern little story book by Robert E. Mahaffay of Portland, with dazzling illustrations by Milli Eaton of this same river town. The West Coast Lumbermen's Association is the publisher.

C)ur American folklore is packed rvith tales of animals and things that act and speak like human characters. There u'as Davy Crockett's talking raccoon of Great Gap-the story that made him famous. There was Paul Bnnyan's trotting and talking trees. No'"v there is Disneyland, in which tools and macl.rines behave and speak. as u.ell as mice and men.

SawSeeing...

But about our story, norv. Well, some folks go to the rvoods for sight-seeing. Little Handsarv and the sawmaker-rvho was a fine old liler, too-rvent to the lvoods for sarv-seeing. Thev did not stop, look and listen until they came to a team of timber fallers at rvork with a giant, roaring chainsar,r'. They rvere ripping and snorting through the round stuff. It looked bad for the birds.

Little Handsaw felt worse than ever until he rvas shorvn that many seed trees were left by the fallers and that the forest lr'ould always be a home for r,vildlife, u'hile grou,ing more trees to make more logs and lumber. But he still did not feel so good as he compared the great power saw with the little sar,v that r'vas himself.

This sad sense of smallness ancl ttselessness in a world of giant trees and machines grerv in Little Handsa\\r as he u'as led on through the timber ancl the tnonster of :r mill. On from the mill's log deck Little Handsarv looked upon the size and rvork of the headrig bandsaw, the edger, trimmer, resaw and gang. He heard the roars and screams of the giants of labor. He rvas feeling mean and low, and not only sad, when the good old man led him out of the mill.

But then the rvay of iumber's progress from mill to enduse \vas follorved, and I-ittle Handsarv at last stood before the carpenter rvho rvas building a house. If I u'ere to tell you rvhat happened then, it rvould spoil the story. Read the book.

Early Learning Lasts

For many, many years I've fussed arottncl u'ith the need for telling and showing the many fine and exciting and colorful stories of forest industry to the very young-the

Nfilne-agers, to make it clear. I've tried my own hand at it, but did poorly. The Mahaffay-Eaton production fills the bill. It is being distributed throughout Oregon, Washington and northern California by the West Coast Lumbermen's Association, and teachers of the first and second grades are going to love it.

Zeesmon Plywood Corp. Doubles L. A. Office crnd Worehouse Fociliries

The steady growth of the Zeesman Plywood Corporation has reached a new level, makir-rg it necessary to double the warehouse and office facilities, announces Norman Zeesman, president of the concern. The new warehouse space adjoins the original location at 2316 S. Santa Fe Ave., Los Angeles.

In announcing the expansion of the Los Angeles facilities, Zeesman points out that, since entering business in the mid1940's, the company has built steadily upon the foundation of "attention to customer preferences and sound knowledge of the rnaterials handled." Today Zeesman Plywood Corp. has warehouses in Fresno and San Bernardino, as well as the home base in Los Angeles, and is recognized as one of the west's more progress,ive and stable suppliers.

Norman Zeesman and his general manager since the beginning, Jack Baser, have gradually added carefully selected items to their inventory, so that they are in a position to supply their customers rvith the widest range of allied products from domestic fir plywood, other domestic plywoods, the most exotic of imported panels and, of course, the old stand-bys such as Celotex products. Keeping pace with the trend toward tl-re beautiful laminated and plastic-surfaced panels, Zeesman stocks such well-known lines as Pionite.

A few years ago Zeesman developed the ZEE-DO'O'R line, which now embraces flush and panel types and various types of screen combination doors.

Stocking well-known and highly advertised lines, Zeesman has utilized progressive, large-space advertising in such wellknown journals as The CALIFORNIA LUMBER MERCHANT to keep the trade informed of developments. Incidentally, the back cover of the January 1 issue is to be the front cover of a new wholesale price list binder which will be one of the new features of Zeesman promotion for this vear.

No Motler How Thin You Slice It --"Make mine porcupine, medium rare."

You may give such an order sooner than you think if Western foresters have their way. They have undertaken a nationwide search for good recipes for making a delicacy out of the porky (sans quills, of course), and perhaps thus create a demand rvhich rvill reduce porcupine numbers in Western forests.

So heavily infested rvith the quilled animal are many of the Western Pine woodlands that Chief Forester Ernest L. Kolbe of the Western Pine Association has estimated annual losses to porcupines in the millions o{ dollars. The bark-hungry animals feed on young grorving trees, stunting their growth, killing many and drastically cutting back forest productivity.

"It has reached a point," Kolbe declared, "rvhere porcupine damage must be rated right along 'ivith forest devastation caused by insects, diseases and forest fires."

Forest agencies this year, among their attempts to control the pest, called upon hunters to shoot porcupines lvhenever thel' ran on to them in the woods. But it is felt if the porkies could be fileted, broiled, barbecued or roasted to make them attractively edible, the incentive to search them out would be greatly increased.

Oldtime foresters recall the bristle-pigs can and have been tastily prepared for eating, though the only available recipe which has come down through the years from the lumberjacks of Paul Bunyan's day runs something like this:

Take drar,vn porcupine, remove skin and quills, and soak in salt water 24hours. Stretch out on pine board, fasten securely, and rotate over open flame. Be sure the meat is basted adequately in its own juices. Marinate with sweet blend of sherry and juniper juice, spice heavily with powdered pine nuts. Garnish with pine greens.

Then, remove porcupine from board and throrv it away.

Eat board !

Seriously, the Western Pine Association is asking that knolvn recipes be sent to its office in the Yeon Building, Portland 4, Oregon.

Mon's Best Moteriql

By C.H. White

God planted trees in Eden, And our first parents played, In groves all green and friendly, In leafy bower and glade.

Then outcast from the garden, To rout his newborn fears, Man made from trees his weapons, His wooden clubs and spears.

He brought the beasts to halter, He tilled the virgin lea, And always good wood furnished The tools of husbandry.

Wild winds flung on the waters A branch; man watched it float, Then shaped with fire and scraping, His first small woode,n boat.

Contriving stauncher vessels Of wood and venturing wide, He sought for trade and conquest, Wherever runs the tide.

He lined his cot and caBtle, With splendid panelled walls, And finely fashioned fittr,ngs Of wood adorned his halls.

The other sorts of substance, Cut, carved, or tooled by man, Have not the warmth or friendship, Of wood, nor ever can.

Man's cradle, bed, and coffin, The nearest things he knows, All come from God's green forest, Where good materiaf grows.

Whenever man would fashion, A thing light, strong, and good, He needs this gift of nature, Man's best material-wood.

(The author, th,e late C. H. White of San Francisco, was a member of White Broth,ers.)

Tough Selling

The young man applied for a job as salesman in a clothing store. The manager poi,nted to a suit of clothes of a very hideous color', and said: "Sell that and you've got a job."

An hour later the sa,lesman came to the manager, all smiles, but with his clothes torn, and scratches on his hands and face. "I sold that suit," he said happily.

"You must have had a lot of sales resistance, judging from the way you look," said the manager. "Was he a tough customer?"

"The customer was all right," said the salesman. "It was his seeing-eye dog that made me trouble."

Moybe o Chiseler

"My late husband was a wonderful artist," said the boarding house landlady, as she cut the pie. "FIe always found inspiration in my cooking."

"Ah," remarked the sour-faced boarder. "A sculptor, I presume."

"Yield crnd You Need Not Breqk"

Said the great Chinese philosopher Lao-Tsu, who lived on earth more than five hundred years B.C.:

Yield and you need not break:

Bend you can straighten, Emptied you can hold, Torn you cqn mend; And as want can reward you, So wealth can bewilder.

Aware of this the wise man has the simple return Which other men seek:

Without inflaming himself

He is kindled, Without explaining himself

He is explained, Without tatlng credit

He is accredited.

Laying no claim

He is acclaimed.

And, because he does not compete, Finds restful competence.

IIow true is the old saying "Yield and you need not break !"

How completely it comes home.

Got qn Eorly Slort

Two colored GI's were in the first line trenches in World War f, and were under fire for the first time. When the first enemy shell burst near them, they got all the sensation that comes to those going through that ordeal for the first time. Then in rapid succession, half a dozen shells exploded in their neighborhood.

Sam, of the shaky knees, was plumb white under his dark skin, and he said:

"Mose, don't you think hit's 'bout time we-all was gettin' religion ?"

Said the other: "Boy, you suttinly do think slow. Ah got religion jes de minute 'at fust shell busted."

A little over one-half of the nation's forests removed since settlers first arrived has been for man's needs and comfort, the balance was destroved bv fire, insects and disease.