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American ^ea Journal 



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Different Views of Mr. Paul Hi'nten's Tin Section— "The Sanitary Comb-Honey Package.' 



product. Tens of thousands of visitors 

 have their attention attracted to this 

 industry, and the results are beneficial 

 to all honey-producers. 



Iowa Bee-Keepers to Meet The fol- 

 lowing is the program of the first an- 

 nual convention of the Iowa State Bee- 

 Keepers' Association, to be held in the 

 Club Room of the Savery Hotel, Des 

 Moines, Dec. 12 and 13, 1912: 



Thursday lo a.m. — Address of the Presi- 

 dent— W. P. Southworlh. Sioux City. 



Report of Secretary-Treasurer— C. L. Pin- 

 ney. LeMars. 



Greeting from Illinois— C. P. Dadant, Ham- 

 ilton. III. 



Committee Appointments. 



Thursday 2 pm.—" Production of Comb 

 Honey"— F. W. Hall. Colorado. 



" Production of Extracted Honey "— D. E. 

 Lhommedieu. Coforado. 



" Wintering Problems "—C. H. True. Edge- 

 wood. 



Friday 10 a.m.— "Fuss and Fun of Bee- 

 Keeping"— Eugene Secor. Forest City. 



"The Foul Brood Situation '—Frank C. 

 Pellett. State Inspector. Atlantic. 



"State Aid for the Industry"— E. E. Town- 

 send. Ft. Dodge. 



Friday 2 p.m.— Question-Box. 



Open discussions led by prominent bee- 

 keepers. 



Making the most of the home market. 



Increasing the forage and bettering the 

 locality. 



Exhibits at Fairs as a means of advertis- 

 ing. 



Election of officers. 



Let every bee-keeper bring samples 

 of his best product to put on display, 

 and come prepared to demonstrate any 

 new kink or short cut that is likely to 

 prove of value to the fraternity. 



Headquarters will be at the Savery 

 Hotel. 



"Imperial Valley Bee-Keeping." — The 



Pacific Rural Press of Oct. -j contains 

 an article upon this subject by A. G. 

 Scares, and gives a picture of a class 

 in bee-keeping. He speaks of one of 

 the boys having 40 hives of bees and 

 securing over a ton of honey this year. 

 Let the good work go on! 



inspectors of Canada. Mr. Millen had 

 had much experience with foul brood 

 and its treatment throughout the prov- 

 ince. He was also connected with the 

 Ontario Agricultural College and the 

 apicultural courses taught there, being 

 also a member of the Apicultural Club. 

 Mr. Millen Nyrote an article on foul 

 brood, published in the August num- 

 ber of the American Bee Journal. Not 

 alone his relatives, but all Canadian 

 bee-keepers will miss his help and his 

 experience. 



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Tin Sections lor Comb Honey. — On 



page 235, Mr. Wesley Foster made 

 mention ni an invention of tin sections 

 for comb honey, by Mr. Paul Hunten, 

 of Somerset, Colo. We now have 

 several samples of those tin sections 

 filled with honey and provided with a 

 tin cover on each side, one side having 

 a round glass 2 '4 inches in diameter in 

 the center. The section is covered 

 with a fine, glossy label, which seals it 

 efficiently. The whole thing has a very 

 fine, artistic appearance. It is dust- 

 proof and convenient. The only ques- 

 tion now is the cost. We would like 

 to have the inventor give a statement 

 to the public through our columns. 

 Honey put up in this shape will surely 

 command the very highest price, if as 

 white and well sealed as the samples 

 received by us. 



Death of a Prominent Canadian In- 

 spector.— On Sept. 1(1, l!tl2, in Ottawa, 

 Ont., occurred the death of Mr. F. E. 

 Millen, one of the most widely known 



Tolstoi's Description of a Queenless 



Hive. — Moscow was deserted. There 

 were yet some human beings within its 

 walls. But they numbered hardly one- 

 fiftieth of its former population. The 

 city was like a deserted hive, falling to 

 ruins. 



In a hive which has been abandoned 

 by its queen, there is no longer any 

 life, though from the outside it may 

 completely resemble others. One sees, 

 in the warm rays of the noon sun, a 

 few bees flying about actively; the 

 light structure smells of honey, some 

 workers pass in and out. But look 

 more closely and you will see that true 

 life has left this hive. No, it is no 

 longer the same fragrance, neither is 

 it the same flights, the same roar, 



which strikes the ear of the apiarist. 

 He gives a knock on the outer wall 

 and instead of the immediate and 

 unanimous reply which he expects, in- 

 stead of the murmur of thousands of 

 bees straightening up on their haunches 

 with a flapping of their wings that 

 renders almost a vocal sound, he per- 

 ceives only isolated hummings which 

 reverberate sonorously in the corners 

 of th'e hive. The comb no longer emits 

 an intoxicating aroma of spirits, honey 

 and venom; it now smells of mold. 



At the entrance no more guards are 

 seen to watch over the security of the 

 colony. The sweet and continued mur- 

 mur, the quiver of labor, is ended. One 

 hears but a few intermittent sounds. 

 Into the hive, the black-bodied maraud- 

 ers, slim and smeared with honey, 

 penetrate, or rather glide ; they do not 

 sting; they fly away at the approach of 

 the least danger. Erewhile, it was 

 with loads that the bees entered, now 

 it is with loads that they depart. 



The apiarist opens the hive and 

 looks inside. Instead of rows of labori- 

 ous insects, holding to each other by 

 their claws and constantly busy in 

 modeling the wax, a few heavy, sleepy- 

 looking bees crawl from cell to cell. 

 And instead of the shining waxy floor, 

 swept clean by the wings of the work- 

 ers, here and there fragments of comb 

 or dying and dead bees cover the floor. 



Then in the upper part of the hive, 

 the apiarist perceives also a much dif- 

 ferent labor from that of former times. 

 The black robbers pillage everything 

 in the presence of the remaining habi- 

 tants, who are seemingly old and para- 

 lyzed. In a cell containing dead brood 

 or spoiled honey, one hears an irregu- 

 lar hum. A couple of bees, by force of 

 habit, are cleaning the nest and carry- 

 ing away the dead. In another corner 

 two old bees are quarreling, or, perhaps, 

 cleaning or nursing each other. One 

 can see that they do not really know 

 whether they should be hostile or 

 friendly. Elsewhere a host of bees 

 crowd upon each other, seize upon 

 some victim and kill it. And the ex- 

 piring bee, slowly, softly like down, 

 falls from the hive upon a heap of 

 corpses. The apiarist loosens the two 



