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American Hee Journal 



ing the euphonious cognomen of the 

 Jersey House, the proprietor of which 

 was a widely known pioneer, prospector 

 and mining capitalist. 



The first utterance he made was: 

 "Wheat Manna?" 



I responded: "What in the world 

 is that?" 



The answer was: "Predigested Break- 

 fast Food." 



I said : "Not any for me, thank you ; 

 my digestion is very good, and my 

 appetite is as sharp as the fangs of a 

 wolf, by reason of the stage ride up 

 from Stites over the Grand Camas 

 prairie. Just give nie some plain mush 

 made of rolled oats, mountain water 

 and Oneida County Chloride of Sod- 

 ium. But before you do that, take out 

 of my sight that dish of Ben Davis 

 pumpkins and bring me two apples as 

 a starter for my breakfast — let them be 

 oi the Newtown, Spitz, Jonathan or 

 Wine Sap variety." 



After I had devoured everything on 

 the table the vision in white remarked : 

 "Hot cakes?" 



I said : "Now that depends. What 

 kind of sweets have you to serve with 

 them — is it honey?" 



His answer was : "That's what's 

 branded in gold on the bottom of the 

 bottle — Pure Honey made at the Seat- 

 tle Syrup Factory." 



He was told to hike over to a store 

 and get me some bee's honey branded 

 Arthur Hanson's Apiary, Lewiston, 

 Idaho. 



After using the finger bowl to clean 

 the nectar of the gods from my mus- 

 tache, I entered the lobby and to 

 proprietor, Geo. R. Reed, I said : "Land- 

 lord, you have an elegantly appointed 

 hostelry here, I and my party will make 

 a stay of a fortnight in town, we don't 

 want any cut rate, but we insist on your 

 decorating every table with the best 

 apples and honey on the market. If 

 you can do that we will remain with 

 you ; if not, we will consider it our sa- 

 cred duty in the interest of the Apple- 

 Eaters' and the Honey-Eaters' Leagues 

 to move." 



After that no more Ben-Davis apples 

 or Seattle honey appeared on the tables 

 of the Jersey House, and the fame of 

 the bill of fare has spread to all trav- 

 elers who demand the purest and best 

 that this region can produce. 



Now, friends, let us organize right 

 here by the assistance of these rugged 

 farmers, the .professors and the hun- 

 dreds of students of the agricultural 

 colleges of two grand States, the "Hon- 

 ey-Eater's League." 



Honey is a scarcer and more whole- 

 some article of diet than is butter, there- 

 fore it should be more in demand and 

 -should command a higher price than 

 butter. 



If all of you will do as I did at 

 Grangeville, and as I do everywhere I 

 travel, you can increase the demand of 

 honey until it will sell at 50 cents per 

 pound, providing the package bears the 

 brand of an apiarist who is of good 

 standing in the Washington Bee-Keep- 

 ers' Association ; and Seattle honey 

 will disappear from the market. 



By the vigorous enforcement of pure 

 food laws, honey made by any creature 

 except the bee will be outlawed. 



Let each member of the League con- 

 stitute himself a committee of one to 

 educate the landlords, the grocers, and 

 the public generally, to the necessity for 

 pure honey. 



And to you, fellow apiarists, permit 

 me to say that you need not fear over- 

 production. There will never be pro- 

 duced enough pure honey. 



It is a duty that we owe to ourselves 

 and the community, to see that no pre- 

 scription is compounded by a druggist 

 in any honey that is not produced in the 

 laboratory of the Apis Mellitica. 



Honey is both a preventive and a cor- 

 rective of disease. It neutralizes acidity 

 of the stomach, conduces to nervous 

 composure, sound sleep, and healthy 

 mind in a sound body. 



The most inviting picture in Holy 

 Writ is in the words referring to the 

 Land of Canaan, of which it was said 

 it was the valley "flowing with milk and 

 honey." 



When I took to Yakima Valley a 

 quarter of a century ago, the first im- 

 proved apiary, my neighbors thought 

 the black bee in boxes nailed solid was 

 good enough for them. But I sold 

 them bees and bee supplies, and now 

 we have single individuals who market 

 from S to 20 tons of honey per year. 



When you look at the snow white 

 alfalfa honey sold in cartons and pyra- 

 mids by the officers and members of 

 this association, you feast your orbs on 

 something more tempting than "Solo- 

 mon in all his glory" ever beheld. 



When some of it touches the palate, 

 I am always reminded of an incident 

 that occurred in my boyhood days in 

 old Virginia. An old negro and his 

 nephew were riding a poor, crowbate 

 of a horse that could scarcely be urged 

 to a faster gate than a walk. The boy 

 enquired : "Uncle Ben, what am de 

 best thing fur to eat?" 



The old man answered: "Sweet tat- 

 ers and gravy." 



The little fellow replied: "O no, 

 Uncle Ben, I knows of somefin dat's 

 better'n dat." 



Uncle Ben asked: "What is it?" 



The youngster answered : "Sweet 

 taters and possum and gravy." 



At that the old man said: "Shut up, 

 you little black rascal; you'll make dis 

 boss run away !" 



Now if that little darkie had ever 

 tasted of granulated honey from one of 

 our cartons, he would have added: 

 "Honey and hot waffles." 



If you could participate in the ban- 

 quets that we usually have at our an- 

 nual meetings you could partake of the 

 most delicious dishes of honey candied 

 in cartons, comb honey, extracted hon- 

 ey, fruits preserved in honey, pickles 

 put up in honey-vinegar, honey-cake, 

 honey-jumbles, honey in pies, honey- 

 candy, and honey prepared for the table 

 in dozens of ways. In staple articles 

 of food and in nicktenoodles, tantaddles 

 and tarts and honey-cumpie victuals. 



Both ends of the bee have always been 

 of singular interest to us, and this for 

 opposite reasons. It is a double-ender 

 —one end the friend, the other the foe 

 of man. 



My quarters here at the Agricultural 

 College are in the home of Prof. Chas. 

 W. Bean. I am reminded of an inci- 

 dent that transpired when I was a boy 

 riding horseback through the Allegh- 

 any mountains. I stopped over night 

 at the Bean settlement, which consisted 

 of two farms owned by Mr. Bean and 

 his son. It was a long way between 

 settlements. When we came to the sup- 

 per-table, there was a great stack of 

 hot, smoking buckwheat cakes that had 

 been cooked by the bare-footed daugh- 

 ter of the host, in front of an open fire- 

 place, and the old man talked with the 

 greatest degree of gusto, telling me 

 about how he came and cleared away 

 the forest, and adventures he had with 

 the wild game, how he had improved 

 two farms, and that he now had an 

 abundance on his table including apple- 

 butter, peach-butter, plum-butter, pear- 

 butter, cow-butter, and tree molasses, 

 buckwheat-cakes, and honey. Every 

 other minute he would lick out his 

 sharp-pointed tongue as an expression 

 of ecstasy which he anticipated in de- 

 vouring those delicious dishes, especial- 

 ly the honey and hot-cakes. — Read at 

 the Washington State Bee-Keepers' 

 Convention. 



Convention 

 Proceed inds 



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Report of the Penns.ylvania 

 Convention 



The fifth annual meeting of the Penn- 

 sylvania State Bee-Keepers' Association 

 was held at Harrisburg on October 29, 

 1907. The meeting was called to order 

 bv Prcs. H. C. Klinger, with prayer by 

 Wm. A. Selscr. 



The minutes of the previous meeting 

 were read by Secretary F. G. Fox, and 



approved. The report of the secretary 

 was next presented and adopted. It 

 showed that while the past season, in 

 general, was a very poor one, yet a fair 

 to good crop of honey had been secured 

 in some parts of the State. This was 

 particularly true where the bee-keepers 

 used hives larger than the 8-franie, or 

 bv stimulative feeding had kept the bees 

 breeding through the cold, backward 

 spring, so that they were ready for the 

 honev-flow when it came. 



