A MONTHLY JOURNAL 



Devoted to the Interests of Honey Producers 

 f 1.00 a fear 



W. Z. HUTCHINSON, Editor and Publisher. 



VOL. XXIII. 



FLINT. MICHIGAN. JANUARY I. 1910. 



NO. 1 



Nailing and Wiring Frames Without 

 Piercing the End-Bars. 



IRA D. BARTLETT. 





p\F late, the 

 ^ Editor of the 

 Review has been 

 asking- me to 

 write some arti- 

 cles for his most 

 worthy Journal. 

 We have been 

 pretty well ac- 

 quainted ever 

 since 1 started 

 in bee keeping-, 

 some 14 years ago, and, while I like the 

 energy and push that he displays in his 

 work, I am somewhat reluctant about 

 writing. Not because I am unwilling to 

 contribute my share to the worthy cause, 

 ^ for without the free giving spirit of many 

 T^ other writers I would not be in posses- 

 """^sion of the knowledge I now have con- 

 •^ cerning the vocation which I have se- 

 ■ lected as my life work, but because I 

 ^ have never felt I had the time to devote 

 1"^ to writing, and, further, that I was not 

 sure that I could state what I wanted 

 to in a pleasing and yet pointed a way 

 as is desirous in this stage of the world 

 when every one is in a hurry and wants 



to get at facts without having to spend 

 too much time in their research. 



When I start to read an article, it 

 makes it thrice interesting if I only know 

 something about the author; hence, tak- 

 ing it for granted that others feel 

 somewhat similarly, I will give a brief 

 account of myself, and then proceed to 

 tell you how I nail and wire brood frames. 



I was born in Leelanau Co., Michigan, 

 May 2nd, 1877. My father is of English- 

 Irish descent, while my mother is of 

 German. My parents came to East 

 Jordan, then known as Pine Lake, when 

 I was about four years of age; and, 

 while they have recently left for the State 

 of Washington, I shall content myself, at 

 least for a while, in the village of my 

 boyhood days. 



In the summer of 1895 it occurred to 

 me that I would like to become an 

 apiarist. I do not know what ever 

 started the notion, but I wanted a hive 

 of bees: so, after trying in vain to induce 

 some neighbor bee-keeper to sell me a 

 colony, I finally made arrangements with 

 Mr. L. M. Severance, then a bee keeper 

 having some 50 colonies, to deliver me 



