One male was mounted and a very large female on account of
her size. That completed my Imperialis records from eggs to
caterpillars, pupae and moths.
The necessity for a book on this subject; made simple to the
understanding, and attractive to the eye of the masses, never was
so deeply impressed upon me as in an experience with Imperialis.
Molly-Cotton was attending a house-party, and her host had chartered
a pavilion at a city park for a summer night dance. At the close of
one of the numbers; over the heads of the laughing crowd, there swept
toward the light a large yellow moth.
With one dexterous sweep the host caught it, and while the dancers
crowded around him with exclamations of wonder and delight, he
presented it to Molly-Cotton and asked, "Do you know what it is?"
She laughingly answered, "Yes. But you don't!"
" Guilty!" he responded. "Name it."
For one fleeting instant Molly-Cotton measured the company. There
was no one present who was not the graduate of a commissioned high
school.
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