July 11, 1901. 



AMERICAN BEE JOURNAL 



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Oftener still, a rich American si-nds millions to a wortliloss 

 foreign count — and throws in a daushtcr. (Last item small 

 loss to the continent.) If \vi' added all this together without 

 any rebates we should get quite a total, sure enough, (ilad wo 

 have a country big enough to stand it all — stand it all as ox in 

 pasture stands the loss of blood the flies take — stand it all 

 and yet make actual progress in changing from a debtor 

 nation to a creditor nation. And when the aforesaid change 

 is complete some of the above bootses will be on other footses. 

 Page 326. 



THE LOSS OM SHCONI)II.\NI) C.\NS. 



Perhaps you've heard the prosy preacher (who has an 

 hour to fill and not the matter to fill it) say — "a-a-and" — 

 with pauses and emphasis. It seems Mr. Whitney lost a 

 few dimes on some second-hand cans he bought, " a-a-and " 

 ten dollars on the honey he ventured to put inside. "And "is 

 sometimes a major instead of a minor among the parts of 

 speech. Page 306. 



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The Home Circle. ^ 



Conducted bu Prof. rt. J. Cook, Claremont, Calif. 



THE KALAMAZOO OF CALIFORNIA. 



I have spent Sunday in the Kalamazoo of Southern Cali- 

 fornia. Some one will say Pasadena, but it is not. It is even 

 more to my mind than is lovely Pasadena. It is none other 

 than 



BEAUTIFUL REDLANDS. 



As we look up from San Bernardino to the East the Sierra 

 Madre Mountains form a U, and the incompai-able city of 

 Redlands nestles right in the bend of the arch. San Bernar- 

 dino Mountain, "Old Gray Back," the highest mountain of 

 Southern California, ever stands close by, and ever looks 

 down in kindly mien upon beautiful Redlands. The Smiley 

 brothers — Alfred H. and Albert K. — visited this place years 

 ago, and sighted a thin, barren hill reaching high up on the 

 southwest of the town, and overlooking a deep pass to the 

 south, through which the Southern Pacific Railroad trends as 

 it stretches eastward between the two great peaks, San Ber- 

 nardino and San Jacinto. 



These great-hearted and far-seeing brothers, whom to 

 know is to love, at once saw the possibilities of what are now 

 famous as " Smiley Heights." They purchased the barren hill 

 site, carried thither brains, taste, water, cultivation, and all 

 kinds of beautiful plants, and to-day those old, barren hill- 

 sides are transformed into marvels of beauty. To stand on 

 "Smiley Heights," and to look down upon the beautiful 

 homes often almost hidden amidst the most beautiful and 

 thriving orange orchards known to the world, is to view a 

 scene of incomparable beauty. 



I hardly need to say that all Redlanders take pains in 

 adorning street, home grounds, and homes. All this touches 

 the refinement and sweetens the life and heart. I have been 

 privileged to look in upon those homes, and share their hospi- 

 tality. Theirs are such homes, and theirs such home-circles, 

 as taste and beauty must ever fashion. Oh, that there were 

 more Smiley's to set the pace, and more laymen to follow 

 in their wake, that we might have more of beauty and love- 

 liness about our homes ; that we might have more of cheer 

 and loveliness in our hearts. Few of us have the wealth to 

 fashion such grand parks as are seen on " Smiley Heights." 

 but all of us can help to make a lovely home, and can thus do 

 our little part to make a more beautiful world, and more 

 lovely people. 



As I write I look out from my window over the city. I 

 can only see parts of houses, for trees are everywhere. 

 Indeed, all Redlands is a magnificent park, set down in which 

 are cottages, or palaces, as the pocket-books of the owner> 

 permit, but all are chaste and t-eautiful. 



Why are there not more Redlands in the way of wooded 

 street-sides and home surroundings? Only because we do 

 not arouse to the fact that such beauty gives richest pleasure, 

 and, better still, touches th(^ heart only to refine and sweeten. 



There is another side to this picture. Redlands is per- 

 haps the most thrifty city in Southern California. Of course, 

 that must follow as light the sun. Men everywhere are 

 touched by master-pieces of beauty. They look upon them to 

 admire, to long for, to possess. The uncanny features of 

 wealth are softened, subdued, often erased altogether by' a 



love of beauty. Thus our Redlands, while they capture tho 

 wealth, secure the best and only true aristocracy of wealth. 

 And thus the wealth is turned into the best channels, and wo 

 find a society not only cultured in mind but in heart. It has 

 been my happy privilege to address the people of nearly every 

 part of Southern California, and, as we should expect and 

 know, I find no folk anywhere more delightfully responsivo 

 and eager to know than are those of beautiful Redlands. 



THE GARDEN. 



I wonder if all our home circles appreciate as they should 

 the wealth of satisfaction that comes from a well-kept and 

 productive garden. I have thought of this over and over, as 

 I have picked of late, morning after morning, the luscious 

 blackberries and the great, meaty Logan berries. I have 

 wondered where they all come from. Only a few bushes, and 

 get all we want, and some for the neighbors. How little work 

 and how much fun. I wish all the home circles could hear my 

 merry whistle as I pluck those great handfuls of delicious 

 berries. I am sure they would all wish to whistle in like 

 environs. True, the prickers are there, but the smart is 

 dulled at thought of luscious pies at noon-time, and delicious 

 jam at the tea-table. 



I love the blackberry garden. It warms up my whistle 

 in the early morning ; it gives me just at the wake-up of the 

 day a chance to be useful, and all for the loved ones who may- 

 haps are yet all unconscious in sleep; it rejoices me that it 

 will relieve the burden of the dear housewife as she marvels 

 how she can add to the savory dishes or break the monotony 

 of the tea-table, or help out at the dinner hour. If I had 

 small boys — my boy has now his own berry garden — how good 

 to let them hoe, and water, and pick, and receive from papa 

 the very top figure for the very finest berries ever grown ! 



AND PEAS, ALSO. 



I said berries, but I did so only because they seem a little 

 more "tony." I think my whistle is quite as merry among 

 the great rows of prolific peas. It is so difficult to get pea& 

 right from the market. It was old Izaak Walton, the man 

 who loved to fish, who said, " Doubtless God might have made 

 a better fruit than the strawberry, but doubtless God never 

 did." Change fruit to vegetables, and' strawberries to peas, 

 and I will give a good, warm amen to the sentiment. There 

 is something pretty satisfactory in a right good mouth-water. 

 Well, I just have that all the minutes I am picking the peas. 

 It just seems to hang on the whole forenoon in a kind of 

 unconscious anticipatory getting ready for the most savory 

 dish of peas, that graces most the dinner-table. 



ASPARAGUS. 



I sometimes wonder if the peas are jealous as they see me 

 look longingly over to the asparagus plants, or hear me 

 whistle jubilantly as I cut the great fleshly stems, that seem 

 to rival Jonah's gourd as they stretch up in a night. I commis- 

 erate the home that has not its asparagus garden. 



Our Wood Binder (or Holder) is made to take all the 

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 by mail for 20 cents. Full directions accompany. The Bee 

 Journals can be inserted as soon as they are received, and 

 thus preserved for future reference. Upon receipt of $1.00 

 for your Bee Journal subscription a full year in advance, 

 we will mail you a Wood Binder free — if you will mention it. 



" The Hum of the Bees in the Apple-Tree Bloom " is 

 the name of the finest bee-keeper's song — words by Hon. 

 Eugene Secor and music by Dr. C. C. Miller. This is 

 thought by some to be the best bee-song yet written by Mr. 

 Secor and Dr. Miller. It is, indeed, a " hummer." We can 

 furnish a single copy of it postpaid, for 10 cents, or 3 copies 

 for 25 cents. Or, we will mail a half-dozen copies of it for 

 sending' us one new yearly subscription to the American 

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Why Not Help a Little— both your neighbor bee-keep- 

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