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"You have, eh? Well, I'll show you just how much 

 right you have here. Come on, girls! 'Raus mit ihm! ' 



The crowd gathers, angry and resentful. They seize 

 the luckless drone by the coat collar and hustle him. 

 The cry, " 'Raus mit ihm! " becomes general. 



" Don't be afraid of 'em. They can't sting. Lazy 

 loafers! They'd eat us out o' house and home. There 

 goes one! Head him off, somebody! Catch him!' 



The fanners, on duty at the door, clutching the floor 

 with their claws and working their wings as if flying, 

 thus making the air as sweet and pure inside as out, look 

 up from their work and grin. " Serves 'em right," they 

 say, " 'Raus mit 'em! ' 



" Quit, now! Quit, I tell you! " the drones bawl. [ I 

 didn't do nothiiv ! ' 



That makes the workers laugh. " That's no lie," they 

 chuckle. 'Raus mit 'em!' 



The ejected drones coax the doorkeepers to let them 

 back. " You know me. Let me in, won't you? Aw, 

 now, I think you might." 



" Nup," say the sentinels. u Can't do it. Orders, you 

 know. Move on, now, or I'll- 



The chill night kills them, and the toads about the 

 hives lay on fat for winter. Sometimes if the weather 

 warms up and the honey flows again the drones get back, 

 but as soon as expenditure exceeds income out they go 

 for good and all. 



When human society, now so imperfectly adjusted, 

 shall have become as completely organized as that of the 

 bees, is this to be the fate of us men-folks? Let us be 

 thankful that we live in these times, troublous though 

 they be! 



When I was a little boy and went to visit my grand- 

 father on the farm it made me feel sorry and guilty to 



