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AMERICAN BEE JOURNAL 



December 



honey was selling was 20, 25 and 30 

 cents for half pound, three-quarter 

 pound and one pound bottles. Sec- 

 tions sold for 30 cents, although less 

 than pound weight. 



Speaking of the sale of honey re- 

 minds me of an anecdote some one 

 was telling me while at the fair. He 

 said that while attending a beekeep- 

 ers' meeting one man said it was not 

 fair for those who sold supplies to 

 deal in honey. He had bought sup- 

 plies of a certain firm and when he 

 came to offer his honey at a grocery 

 .«tore he found the firm that sold him 

 his supplies had supplied the store 

 with honey and he did not know what 

 to do with the product of his half 

 dozen hives. The party telling me 

 this said he did not propose to lose 

 the sale of his honey by honey from 

 outside the State, and went to work 

 and sold his entire crop of several 

 tons without difficulty. In fact, he 

 found the local producer has the ad- 

 vantage of those dealing in honey 

 who live at at distance. 



The sectional hive seems to be 

 gaining favor among the more enter- 

 prising beekeepers of Connecticut, 

 especially where there is much dis- 

 ease. One man told the writer that 

 European foulbrood would not go 

 through a queen-excluding honey- 

 board ; so if a hive was found dis- 

 eased you had only to raise the dis- 

 eased combs above the queen- 

 exclude. «.<id give the queen new 

 foundation below, and they would 

 clean up It seemed too good to be 

 true. Another told of buying a lot 

 of bees very cheap. They were so 

 badly diseased. He raised the in- 

 fected combs above a new super and 

 both abuve a queen-excluding honey- 

 board, placing the queen on founda- 

 tion below the excluder, and, al- 

 though the colonies were badly in- 

 fected, they had nearly or quite over- 

 come the disease and given a good 

 crop of surplus honey. It looks as 

 though there might be something in 

 it. I noticed, while at the fair, the 



TOLLON BERRIES, A FIVE-CENT BUNLH. (Photograph by Alice Coldwell). 

 Tollon, .or Toyon, Hctcromeles arbulifolia, the California holly. It is indigenous to the i'a- 

 cific coast. It has white flowers and bright red berries. 



tendency of producers to get to- 

 gether in other pursuits than bee- 

 keeping. The peach growers have a 

 New England Peach Growers' Asso- 

 ciation ; the rparket gardeners, the 

 Hartford Market Gardeners' Associa- 

 tion. And the tobacco growers of 

 the Connecticut valley, and even the 

 onion growers, are organized for 

 buying their fertilizers and selling 

 their products. 



I almost forgot to speak of the 

 daily demonstrations of handling 

 bees. A small space, perhaps five 



feet square, enclosed with wire 

 screen with a hive of bees, at one side 

 of the exhibit, was utilized for this 

 purpose, and the hive opened and the 

 various ways of handling of bees ex- 

 plained. Few exhibits at a fair will 

 attract a crowd quicker than such a 

 demonstration, or are of greater edu- 

 cational value. Many persons will 

 see the queen bee for the first time 

 and learn interesting things about 

 bees and beekeeping of which, with- 

 out such a demonstration they would 

 have remained forever ignorant. 



FLOWER SELLERS ON THE PUBLIC STREET IN SAN FRANCISCO. 

 HERE FLOWERS CAN 3E PROCURED ANY TIME, 



Ny Neighbor's Garden 



By C. D. Stuart. 



JERRY, my neighbor, bent under 

 the weight of Tollon berries, 

 paused to greet me. A word to 

 the dog tugging at the chain in his 

 hand, and he lowered the burden on 

 to the stack by his cabin door. 



"Gettin ready fer market," he vol- 

 unteered. 



"Which one?" I asked, with vague 

 recollections of fish odors. 



"Street flower stands," he ex- 

 plained. "Couldn't celebrate Christ- 

 mas in San Francisco with Califor- 

 nia holly, even if those dagoes do 

 mi.x it with prickly oak to fool peo- 

 ple into thinkin' it's eastern holly." 



"Frisco'll celebrate without yours 

 unless you head off the motor fiends 

 that infest this country," I retorted, 

 remembering my errand to warn him 

 against their depredations on his 

 Tollon hedge. 



I couldn't help seeing them. They 

 always honked aggressively at the 



