14th. Up early to attack my long idle books, but soon S--knocks and off with him to a strange place in the Square. Fairly pulled by S--; he has something for me to see. Two long flights of creaky stairs. Down a corridor. A sharp turn to the left, and in a small door, where the most peculiar pile of wood and metal I ever saw. Large box-like things around the room; men working with copper wire at little tables. An air of order and quiet. S--informs me these are the studios of the Harvard Forest. Laughing lightly at my quizzical look, he adds that the Harvard Forest is no playground for freshmen, but woods in Petersham, Mass. For years the late Professor Fisher has directed the Forest, which makes models to illustrate the forest history of central New England and present-day methods of forestry. Now more models are being made by Mr. Cline for the suggested Fisher Museum of Forestry. All very intricate, but not as much as the work of the men in the studios. Some forming trees of fine copper wire as they look at scale drawings. The needles of the conifers and leaves of the deciduous trees are of sheet copper. Sore at heart that I am so empty-headed on nature. Watch the workmen attach the needles and leaves to a wire, first twisting each into boughs. Many single wires are twisted for the bare branches of other trees. Hardwood trees. One man making figures of wax for the big model; leaves them naked. Musculature must be correct before they can be clothed. To a corner to examine the unfinished model. Its plastic terrain has been completed and part of the surface painted. Trees have been soldered and painted according to colored sketches. The background is in place. All very pretty and like a real forest. Even to the country dirt road and stone fence. S--shows me pictures of finished models on the walls. It takes months for just one. So struck by these that I grab my coat and ear muffs and to the University Museum to see the actual models. On the way out I bump into Pathe cameramen. The newsreel has learned of the Harvard Forest studios as soon as I.

Out of the Forest, as it were, into the Yard: tomorrow the Vagabond goes to Emerson 211 at 2. Professor F. W. C. Hersey on "The Art of the Modern Drama."