Excerpt: "At the moment, Ed Murray, supervisor of the Absarokee Division of the Yellowstone National Forest, was peeved. "Read that!" he snorted, shoving a letter from his particular higher-ups in Washington into the hands of his stolid secretary who, by the way, comprised the entire office force of the Absarokee Division. The secretary obediently began reading in a slightly singsong tone: "Under separate cover we are mailing you blank township maps. As a measure of economy you are instructed to have some member of your office force sketch in the necessary data, using the inclosed legends which have been made official for all forest-service maps. We–". "That’s all-never mind the official trimmings, " Murray curtly interrupted. "Point is this: You’re the office force. What’re you going to do about it? Think you can fill in the maps? While the secretary calmly ruminated upon the subject of map making, Murray watched her with a twinkle of amusement, though that did not in the least degree soften his resentment against Washington."