HICKORY DICKORY DOCK, YOUR WOOD IS AS HARD AS A ROCK

It was during the summer after I returned from the army. I was up at Grandad's farm sitting and relaxing on the edge of the wonderful, wide wrap-around porch. He was comfortably situated in his rocker enjoying a pipeful of his favorite tobacco. We were both rather sparing in our conversation so we could easily listen to the chirping and buzzing of the busy insects. The air was hot and its effects were unrelieved since not even a breeze was present.

My grandfather never tired of looking out over the Allegheny ridges to the east. The higher points marked the nation's eastern divide where raindrops might add either to Chesapeake Bay or the Caribbean. This day, Grandad was taking notice of another item. "Bob", he said, "do you see that lone double hickory tree standing down there in the hayfield?" I nodded. "Well, there's an axe back in the roundhouse. Get it and go down and cut down the right half of that tree for me."(I heard no 'Please'!)

With tool in hand I hiked dutifully through the ancient hayfield to the base of the target tree. With the adequate vigor of a 21-year-old discharged veteran soldier, I attacked one of the two main stems with the steel blade. As it struck the trunk and bounced , I was quickly reminded why hickory is used for such things as tool handles, furniture and baseball bats! It's very heavy, dense and tough---it's a hardwood. But with Grandad watching me from the porch, family pride kept me hacking at that unyielding wood. Not a forest giant nor a spindly whip, this tree presented me a sufficiently sweaty challenge to bring me to near exhaustion. Eventually the leafy sentinel began its downfall toward the ground. I was too tired to yell "Timber!"

As the limbs and trunk crashed noisily to the earth, I turned and slowly trudged up the slope. I arrived at the porch. I leaned the axe against it and plopped myself down on it. I waited for my grandfather's comment which was not long in coming. "Well, Bob", he said in his gruff voice, "that took you just twice as many swings of the axe as it should have." (And I also heard no 'Thank you'!) Ever since that day I know what people mean when they say in an ironic voice, "That's gratitude for you."


THE BIG TREES

Cook Forest Memorial Fountain Will Be Dedicated to Handful of Men Who Saved Museum of Nature


If next Saturday is a nice day, thousands of persons from Pennsylvania, Ohio, New York and even more distant places will go to Cook Forest State Park, in northwestern Pennsylvania.,

This will not be unusual. Cook Forest has become such a popular place that, in some years, among natural parks, its attendance has been topped only by that of Yellowstone.

The visitors are attracted by a variety of outdoor pastimes, but the chief attraction is the forest itself. Here are well over 6000 acres of almost unbroken woods. And, in one large area, is a stand of giant white pines that has been there since the Indians roamed this region.

It is said to be the largest stand of virgin timber in the East. Visitors gaze in awe at the trees, which are up to 200 feet in height. Standing here, they know what eastern America looked like before the axes of woodsmen began to cut the forest primeval.

Which brings us, strangely enough, to next Saturday.

On that day, in the afternoon, a number of friends of the out-of-doors will gather in Cook Forest to pay tribute to the men who preserved this museum of Nature for all time.

They will be dedicating a memorial fountain, made of native rock, on the trail that leads to the Big Trees. U. S. Senator James H. Duff will make the principal address.

Casual visitors, who stop to witness the ceremonies, may gather that considerable effort was required to convert these woods into a State park. But few persons today remember just how much work, and sacrifice, and idealism, went into the project.


 

The story begins, early in this century, with a man named Anthony Wayne Cook. He was a lumberman---member of a lumbering family which had acquired large holdings in northwestern Pennsylvania.

He loved the Big Trees, and the rest of the forest surrounding his home on the Clarion River. For years he, and other members of his family, put off cutting trees in the area. When visitors came to his home, he often took them up the woodland trails to the Big Trees and let them glory in the sight.

One such visitor, in October of 1910, was a DuBois banker, M. I.McCreight. Mr. Cook told him that the trees eventually would have to be cut down.

Mr. McCreight left the woods with tears in his eyes, and a resolve that the great trees should be preserved. And for many years he spoke, wrote and agitated for acquisition of the forest by the State, or somebody.

Mr. Cook was a member of the Duquesne Club in Pittsburgh. He described his forest to men he met there. He interested Thomas Liggett, John M. Phillips and John Nicholson, and one day in 1912 took them to his home in Cooksburg. From that day on, they worked for the preservation of the woods.

Especially Mr. Liggett. In 1915 he organized the Wild Life League to work for acquisition of Cook Forest and other objectives. After World War I he, and others who had become interested, made several unsuccessful attempts to persuade the Legislature to buy the forest.,

It was unthinkable, they were told. Federal and state governments had bought cut-over lands, but none had ever bought timber.

So the Cook Forest enthusiasts launched an ambitious project. They, and the people of Pennsylvania, would buy the great woods and develop the area for recreation. They would raise $800,000 for the dual purpose.

To this end they organized the Cook Forest Association in late 1925 and early 1926. Everyone who contributed to the saving of the forest was to be a member.

Incorporators were Samuel Y. Ramage, of Oil City, and John M. Phillips, Homer D. Williams, Arthur E. Braun, H. H. McClintic, and Thomas Liggett, of Pittsburgh. They became directors of the Association, and added Taylor Alderdice, Henry M. Brackenridge and Frank L. Harvey to the board.


More than a year went by, and the Association had collected little money. Some members were for giving up the project. Thomas Liggett tackled it from another angle.

He got a price of $650,000 from Mr. Cook, who was representing the rest of the family in the deal and apparently had shaved the price beyond rock bottom.

Then the State Legislature was asked to supply part of this sum. A delegation composed of Mr. Braun, Mr. Phillips, Mr. McClintic and Mr. Nicholson went to Harrisburg, saw Governor Fisher and the legislative committee in charge of such matters.

Eventually the State agreed to pay $450,000 if the Association would raise the remaining $200,000.

That was a big order, but the Association went to work on it with vigor.

Members were sent out to lead campaigns in various Western Pennsylvania communities. Industries, clubs and schools were contacted. The slogan, "Save Cook Forest", was heard everywhere.

Money came in, in large sums and small, from all sorts of places.

A. W. and R. B. Mellon gave $10,000 each. The Jones and Laughlin Steel Corp. gave $10,000. Other gifts ranged downward to pennies collected in the schools.

Boy Scout troops in Butler and Jenkintown raised $12 and $10 respectively, for the project. The Flood Commission of Pittsburgh chipped in $25. The Lawrence County Coon Hunters Association gave $20.

The New York Bird and Tree Club came through with $100. The Staff of the "Wha Hoo" at Allegheny High School gave $1.

That's how it went. A boy in Spokane, Wash., sent in a dollar. Other dollar contributions came from as far away as Oklahoma, South Dakota and France.


 

All told, there were 3000 contributors. The names of all were placed in a big book which is preserved in the Association's archives to this day.

In May of 1928 the Association had less than $33,000. By December it was within $11,000 of the goal, and Mr. Cook took an I. O. U. for that amount.

The Association sent its share to the State Treasury and, on Dec. 29,1928, the Commonwealth took title to Cook Forest. It became the first State park.

With its great task accomplished, the Association became inactive. In 1945, however, its remaining leaders felt that there should be a citizens' group interested in the Forest, and it was revived.

Directors this time were Arthur E. Braun, C. F. Lewis, A. W. Cook, Jr., E. W. Arthur, Max Henrici, Dr. A. W. Henn, Dr. O. E. Jennings, R. H. McClintic, John M. Phillips and Judge T. L. Wilson.

A memorial to the founders of the Association ( and the Forest ) was one of the first orders of business. The result is the large drinking fountain and resting place [ built in 1950 ] on Longfellow trail, which leads to the Big Trees.

A bronze plaque, fastened to the native stone, names the original officers of the Association and others who helped. Another pays tribute to the donors, to Thomas Liggett and to Anthony Wayne Cook.

After the fountain memorial is dedicated next Saturday, the guests will go to another part of the Forest and dedicate a small bronze plaque on a large rock. This one pays tribute to Mr. and Mrs. Arthur E. Braun who, in 1947, bought a tract of 268 acres right in the center of the Forest and gave it to the State.

Previously, 500 acres in two tracts at the north and south edges of the Forest were bought by Mr. Liggett, Mr. Braun and Mr. McClintic. They now are part of the park.

So Cook Forest still is growing.


----by Gilbert Love, Staff Writer, The Pittsburgh Press. 1950

 

 

NATURE KNOWS INHUMANITY OF MERE MAN----

Address by M.I.McCreight before the Acorn Club, Tuesday Night.



On Reservation of Natural Resources

Pointed Out Small Part Man Has to Play in Progress of the Universe. His Address in Full.

A number of people attending the Acorn club banquet Tuesday night have expressed a desire to see the Conservation address delivered by M.I. McCreight printed, and because of this appreciation of what Mr. McCreight had to say by those who heard it, the Courier [Of DuBois PA] gives in full herewith for the attention and study of the general public:

Gentlemen:—Conservation has been well described as the making use through care of our National Resources. Conservation is simply the intelligent care and use of our Natural Wealth.

The term is new only that it is UNUSUAL. Heretofore we have exercised anything EXCEPT intelligence in the use of our Natural Wealth.

We came into our inheritance much as the idle and profligate youth succeeds to the fortune of a billionaire father. We have dissipated that inheritance---like the youth--in one continuous campaign of reckless extravagance. We have arrived at the sobering period---the morning after. With weakened constitution, broken credit and loss of income, we are wondering what happened. We are at the stage when our drafts upon the bank of Mother Nature are being held over, and the balance sheet is scrutinized by the Credit Man. It is new and strange, and somewhat humiliating, but true. Like the spendthrift son, we are gathering together the scattered remnants of a mis-spent fortune---trying to make a new beginning; we are ready to try to reform.

We came upon this seemingly boundless country with its seemingly boundless wealth, only recently. We turned upon its resources with the belief that they were inexhaustible; we handled them without regard for the future. We cut and slashed without a care; we dug and bored and blasted and burned as if the sole purpose was to annihilate the very earth itself, and to date we have succeeded well. Our campaign of riotous living is well nigh ended. By the great family of nations we are looked upon, as we regard the class known, as the "Newly-Rich." We look upon this element in our society with pity liberally diluted with contempt; pity for their weakness, and contempt for their proclaimed superiority.

The older and wiser nations view us in a similar light and compare the purposes---both of which appear to be, TO WALLOW IN WEALTH UNWON.

When the European nations had learned the lesson of wanton waste, and had suffered through generations of patient toil and wearisome waiting for the recovery of exhausted Nature---we were just as busy and persistent in destroying ours---and now, we, like them, will have to suffer the same patient toil and wearisome waiting for our exhausted Nature to recover.

But suddenly we awakened, as it were, overnight, and the word "CONSERVATION" was born. Since 1906 the American People have been learning its meaning; I might more properly say, its definition, for as yet, they have not grasped its meaning. They will not until they have paid the debt they owe to Mather Nature. They will understand the meaning of Conservation only after they have planted the seed and patiently watched and waited a century or more for Nature to produce again the things they robbed her of.

Did it ever occur to our tiny intellect that it means something to sink the blade of an axe into the bark of a stately tree? Did you ever stop to think that you were a near-murderer when you drove the blade of steel into the flesh and blood of a living, breathing thing, that was as much consequence in Nature as yourself, and more? Did you ever consider that the tree, like yourself, is one of a great family of children placed on earth by the Supreme Architect and builder of the existing Order of things? The tree, like yourself, was designed as part of the whole, and is just as necessary.

The natural energy expended in its creation is vastly superior; its birth and growth and death is none the less complex and wonderful. Did you ever pause to contemplate that the same Unseen Power that gave him life, and love---and permitted him to see and understand, then grow to old age only to wither and die---also makes the seed to germinate, and, from its birth, the tree to live and have a being, with its hours of sleep and waking, its mating season and nearly every attribute of humankind excepting locomotion?

Its little mouths hunger for food and drink; its lungs inhale fresh air, and to grow it requires sunlight and frequent baths even as you and I; its trials and temptations are as yours and mine and none the less severe; and the same unalterable rule applies to both alike. Each, in so far as itself is concerned, is an accident---for that Unknown Power gives place to each alike, and when the time is due gives their place to OTHERS OF THEIR KIND.

The Designer of things earthly---or heavenly, if you please---does not substitute MAN FOR TREES, nor birds for beasts. "And God said, let the earth bring forth the living creatures after its kind***and everything that creepeth upon the earth after its kind******"And out of the ground made the Lord God to grow every tree that is pleasant to the sight and good for food."

MAN, mere man, is but an infinitesimal part of a single one of all the kingdoms---the animal kingdom---and hi relation to the myriad things of life, put on earth by the Maker of it all, is relatively unimportant. Man is among the least important of all the great elements in Nature. If man were to become extinct, this same old earth would roll along unconscious of its loss; the animal life, its vegetive kingdom, its birds and insects, and the fishes that swim in the sea---all in perfect harmony, would swing on with this world in a perfect state of equilibrium, unto the end of time.

But let Man, in his savage barbarity, continue to increase and multiply at the same ratio as in the recent past; and with the same degree of intelligence, continue to apply his madness born of ignorance, toward the other elements in Nature, and the results would be that he would so unbalance the natural forces as to suffer---first and surest of all, his own extinction.

Do you comprehend the tremendous importance of trees in relation to human life? Do you know the work they do? When you understand that a single mature oak tree, in a single summer season, drinks up a hundred and twenty tons of water, drawing it in through its roots and discharging it into the atmosphere through its leaves. When you understand that without this process, the air would become incapable of supporting human life. When you understand that Man is destroying these very necessary trees at the rate of more than a thousand acres every hour of the day and night, in the United States---and if the same rate is continued for one hundred years they will all be destroyed---then you will begin to grasp the meaning of the work of Conservation.

I am not predicting such a result. Nature has a way of correcting the errors of man, just as she has a way of correcting other evils, and she will correct them. She is applying her remedy now. She is forcing us to adopt the Conservation Policy. She has said to us, "You have taken more than your share; you have drawn down my life-giving power until I cannot sustain you longer in the same way. You must let me recuperate. You have gouged out my eyes and torn my hair from its roots; you have tapped my veins and let flow my life's blood; you have hacked and torn my flesh; you have burned and bruised my body; you have sapped my vitality until I can stand it no longer. You must henceforth exist as best you can with the limited aid I can give you. You must wait until I recover my health for if you continue the same demands, I must soon fail to sustain but a few of you. If it is difficult to exist, you are to blame. If you find it expensive and unhealthful, it is because you have not exercised your rights. If you are denied fresh air, pure water and abundant food, it is because you have destroyed my ability to supply them to you. If I do not respond to your every demand and you still complain---witness the havoc you have wrought and let me direct you to the wilderness for the study of my RULES AND REGULATIONS.

[Note: From a Portland, Oregon newspaper, Sept. 1920]

TALK SENDS BANKER HERE

Keep Riley Touring, is Advice of Easterner in City

Lecture Wins Support for Forest Preservation and Appropriation for Parks

"The best investment Portland can make is to keep Frank Branch Riley in the east telling about this wonderful western country," declared M.I. McCreight, Pennsylvania banker, who is now in Portland as the result of Mr. Riley's lectures in the east.

Mr. McCreight has been west before, but he says he has not stopped long enough to get acquainted. He heard all about the beauties of Oregon last year at his home in Dubois, Pa., when he was one of the committee which arranged for Mr. Riley's talk. He was so enthusiastic about the lecture that he took many of his friends to Pittsburg to hear Mr. Riley's address before 3000 persons at the Carnegie Music hall. Mr. Riley's talk in Pittsburg was given under the auspices of the chamber of commerce of that city.

"Mr. Riley did not tell all the truth about this country," said Mr. McCreight yesterday. "I have been over the Columbia river highway and I am going to make it famous in Pennsylvania if I can. Words cannot describe it.

Mr. McCreight is much interested in preserving forests and viewed the forests in the west with great favor. He believes there should be more appropriations for national parks and says he will spend some of his time for the rest of his life if necessary in trying to convert a few United States senators to the fact that the parks deserve more funds.

Mr. McCreight is touring the country with his wife and two of his children, a daughter of 20 and an 11-year-old son. They will go to the round-up and from Pendleton to Idaho, where Mr. McCreight has interests in a large lead mine.


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