Monthly Bulletin of the Outdoor Nature Club of Houston, Texas.
_____»._1985 Vol. 2, No. 7
He is happiest who hath power
To gather wisdom from a flower,
And wake his heart in every hour
To pleasant gratitude.
Hearty Greetings, Neighbor!
On the map, Omaha, Nebraska, is rather a strenuous hiking
distance from Houston, Texas, but in the -American Association of
Mountaineering Clubs's yearbook for 1925, our next-door neighbor,
just ahead of us in alphabetical order, Is the Omaha Walking
Club; so we are more than pleased to acknowledge receipt of a
cordial letter from this fine organization, enclosing a copy of
their yearbook for 1925.
As a sample of the material in this highly creditable
publication, official figures show that total receipts for the
year 1924 were $880.06, that the active membership is 251, and
that 49 trips on foot were made, the average attendance on these
hikes being eighteen. We would like to tell more here about
our Omaha friends, but want to quote a paragraph from their
message sending us their yearbook:
"We do this for the purpose of promoting acquaintance and
friendly intercourse between the organizations comprising the
Associated Mountaineering Clubs of North America, and between
the individual members of those organizations as well, because
we think such may facilitate the occasional interchange of
valuable information, increase the enjoyment of travel by pro-
moting pleasant friendships, and add generally to the well-being
of those groups of men and women who know and appreciate America's
outdoors, and upon whom depends the preservation of the beauty
and scenic resources of our land for coming generations."
"And may tossing billows of pink snow add
youth and color and abiding inspiration to our city."
"Why not plant crope myrtle, and more crepe myrtle?
Let the streets be lined with them; let this gossamer foijm of
pink snow form rolling, res tful and reassuring banks of inspiration. Why not think in terms of crepe myrtle - free, open,
cheerful and sympathetic?"
These words of R. A. Sell, first president of the Outdoor
Natufe Club, were published in the Houston Chronicle several
years jjago, but arQ quoted here because they suitably express
the attitude of the club's members and friends towards the movement to make Houston in reality a city of crepe myrtles. Such
efforts as the recent garden campaign, and this one, can not but
hasten the day when the seasons in and around Houston will form
a procession of floral loveliness - when the soring gladness of
the dogwood and the redbud in the woodlands complements the multicolored patterns of our early pansy beds; when summer garlands of
crepe myrtle line our boulevards as snowy-cupped magnolias gleam
above the forest bypaths; and when flaming poinsettias on our
lawns rival the winter glory of the symbolic holly, no longer
torn from its sylvan setting for a moment's brief possession.
If our good Intentions, so widely broadcast, moan anything at
all, let us plant more and more blossoming trees and shrubs, and
while we are doing so, let us spare and protect those gratuitous
gardens of the wild Nature plants for our enjoyment.
One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.