Flowers and their friends

by Margaret Warner Morley

The truth is, plants are only collections of cells which have agreed to work together. Where there is but one cell, it has to do all sorts of work; but where there are many, some do one kind of work, some another,—just as Robinson Crusoe, living all alone on the island of Juan Fernandez, had to do all sorts of things for himself: make his own shoes and clothes, get his own food and cook it, build his own house, and gather his own wood. But in a town one set of men makes shoes, another chops wood, another raises vegetables and grain, another grinds the grain, and another bakes the bread; then they all exchange with each other, and everybody has enough—or ought to have.

So in the plant made of many cells. One set of cells makes hard walls to protect the plant. Another set draws up water from the earth for all the cells in the plant, for living things require a great deal of water. Another set takes gas from the air and changes it into food. Another set makes tubes for the sap to flow through. Other sets do other things. Each set of cells does something for the whole plant.

If you look at a leaf or a bit of skin from a stem under a microscope, you will see they are built up of cells, as a house is built of bricks. Only the cells are not placed regularly like the bricks in a house, and they are not solid like bricks. The walls of these cells are sometimes hard and sometimes soft, sometimes tough and sometimes tender; but the walls were all built by the protoplasm that lived in them. Sometimes the protoplasm leaves the little house it has built and goes somewhere else.

Then the empty, wall-surrounded space is left like a cell of honeycomb before the honey is put in, or an anther cell after the pollen has fallen out and left nothing in it.

Before microscopes were as perfect as they are now, these empty spaces with their surrounding walls were discovered. Even where the cells contained protoplasm the microscope was not strong enough to reveal it, so only the cell walls were seen.

Some of the cells in one plant.

It was soon known that plants were built up of these little compartments, and because they resembled cells in being small and shut in by walls, they were called “cells.” After awhile it was discovered that the living part of the plant was the colorless, jelly-like protoplasm which lived in the cells. Yet later, particles of wall-less protoplasm were found building up plants and animals. What were these soft little protoplasmic atoms to be called?

The plant was really built up by them, and only part of them had walls, so they were called by the name the people had already given to the walled spaces which they supposed built up the plant, and so got the name of “cells,” which is not at all an appropriate name.

There is nothing quite so easy as to be mistaken, you see, and the botanists, having seen that the plant was built of little compartments, and never suspecting the presence of the living protoplasm lurking in some of them, had called the compartments “cells”; later, when the protoplasm was discovered to be the real builder, the old name was kept. So you see how the amœba came to be called a “cell.”