Re: CULT:Insect Predators of Borer--Circa 1928
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- Subject: Re: CULT:Insect Predators of Borer--Circa 1928
- From: "* G* C* <j*@erols.com>
- Date: Thu, 6 Nov 1997 18:35:42 -0700 (MST)
Edmund L. Castillo wrote:
>
> At 06:46 PM 11/5/97 -0700, you wrote:
> >Henryanner@aol.com wrote:
> >>
> >> Greetings:
> >>
> >> I have found a scrap of information about possible natural insect predators
> >> of borer . . . T the army worm Cirphis . . .
> >
> >Well, friends -- Even for a dedicated irisarian, this is getting a
> >little boring (no pun intended, of course), so, I issue a challenge:
> >
> >"Our armyworms in serried ranks assembled,
> > They never flinch and they conceal it if they do . . . "
> >
> >A rhizome of his or her choosing (from what is in my gardens) goes, next
> >July, to the first lister who correctly identifies the operetta from
> >which the above snippet is taken and supplies the original word for
> >which "armyworm" has been substituted."
> >
> >Griff Crump, along the tidal Potomac near Mount Vernon, VA
> >jgcrump@erols.com
>
> Griff: "Our warriors in serried ranks assembled, Never quail and they
> conceal it if they do. And I wouldn't be surprised if nations trembled
> before the mighty troops, the troops of Tittipoo." A verse of "A Wandering
> Minstril I" sung by Nanki Poo in the opening minutes of Act I, "The Mikado,"
> Gilbert and Sullivan. Next verse begins "And if you long for a song of the
> sea we'll heave a capstan round..." Luckily, e-mail transmits lyrics only
> so I can't sing it for you.
>
> Ed
>
> Edmund L. Castillo in Loudoun Co., VA
> castillo@pipeline.com
Ah, thank you, Ed and Donald, for reaffirming that there is life out
there "beyond the Beltway" (a Washington, DC, term, folks, denoting the
nation). Although Donald is determined the winner by Greenwich mean
(really mean) time, I, as the garden proprietor (see Scripture), may
decide that Ed should receive the same award, and so do. Now, the only
problem is satisfying them from the stock of TBs, other than which I
ain't got.
Griff Crump, along the tidal Potomac near Mount Vernon, VA
jgcrump@erols.com
