1902 



GLEANINGS IN BEE CULTURE. 



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"But, by George!" quoth Bro. Faulkner, 

 "that beats New Jersey." 



About noon we struck the head of another 

 bay, and, luckily, two or three palm huts. 

 The occupants seemed quite taken by sur- 

 prise and evident alarm to see three wheel- 

 men break through the bushes into their lit- 

 tle settlement. 



Mr. S. fired Spanish at them, with the 

 result that we had a very good dinner serv- 

 ed. Eggs, sweet potatoes, bread and cof- 

 fee, but not a taste of honey, and tons of it 

 going to waste. We had live men, four wo- 

 men, more or less children, and four dogs, 

 all looking at us while we ate. 



"Hey, Rambler!" quoth Mr. S., "what 

 do you think of this — doesn't this beat Cal- 

 ifornia?" 



"Bless me, no; we have Mexicans and 

 Indians, worse than this, in California." 



"But, dear me!" said Mr. Faulkner; 

 "this does beat New Jersey." 



Here, where there was so much help aval l- 

 able, Mr. S. established two apiaries, cov- 

 ering both sides of the bay. He is after 

 the wasted tons of honey. All of the after- 

 noon it was rough cow-paths, through old 

 sugarcane-fields, and ruined sugar-mills. 

 We all received more or less ludicrous falls 

 from our steeds; but Mr. S. kept establish- 

 ing apiaries right along. 



In the edge of the evening we emerged 

 from the bad roads and struck the good cal- 

 zada; and, what a relief! Our wheels spini 

 along as though they were suddenly pos- 

 sessed of life, and we were soon at our 

 journey's end. We had planned anolher 

 trip the next day; in fact, the Rambler did 

 take a spin of 20 miles to Havana. But 

 Bro. Somerford kept his bed. I had a no- 

 tion to send for Dr. Hochstine, to cheer him 

 up; but after feeling his pulse I did not 

 consider his case dangerous. Suffice it to 

 saj', that California came out ahead every 

 time that day. 



NOTES OF TRAVEL. 



A Visit to the Limekiln Canyon Apiary of M. H. Mer.= 



dieson, near Piru ; the Prettiest Located 



Apiary in California ; the Wonders 



of Los Angeles and Pasadena. 



BY K. K. ROOT. 



I made a stop of about ten days in the vi- 

 cinity of Los Angeles; and of all the places 

 I visited I do not know of any where I 

 would rather live and die than here in the 

 City of the Angels, if it were not for one 

 thing — the gilded saloon. It is made up of 

 the cream of the best society' of the East, 

 who, by reason of ill health, have been 

 compelled to go west and seek a climate 

 where health could be secured and life 

 made possible; and it has also some of the 

 scum of the earth in spite of its angelic 

 name. Excepting San Francisco, one can 

 get just about as near hell on earth in Los 

 Angeles as he can anywhere in the United 

 States. But this is hardlj' true of Pasade- 



na. It is a city of 710 saloons, and is only 

 a short street-car ride from Los Angeles. 

 It is located in the midst of some of the 

 prettiest scenery in the world. It has been 

 truthfully said, that one stopping in this 

 no-saloon town may take a sea-bath in the 

 morning by taking a car and g"oing down 

 to Santa Monica, the seaport of Los Ange- 

 les. After his wash he may take the trol- 

 ley-car again, stop off at Los Angeles and 

 Pasadena, and pick strawberries, and 

 flowers by the wagonloads. In the after- 

 noon, if he is so inclined, he can take the 

 car for Mount Lowe. In the course of an 

 hour or so, after a very picturesque ride on 

 an electric car that glides from earth to the 

 clouds, he can get into a sleigh and have a 

 genuine old-fashioned sleighride, and snow- 

 ball to his heart's content. After he has 

 taken in winter scenery on the mountain- 

 top he may return and get to his hotel be- 

 fore six o'clock, and all lliis in one day. 

 Talk about variety! Why, one can have in 

 Los Angeles or Pasadena any thing he 

 wants. He can go to the finest churches. 

 If he is a theater-goer he v^l^ill find the best 

 and the worst in that land. If he wishes 

 to see what there is bad in humanity he 

 can have that desire gratified ±t Los Ange- 

 les. Any thing and every thing that goes 

 to make up civilization, farm life, suburban 

 life, city life — hot, cold, cool weather — all 

 of these and more are to be had. 



Speaking about saloons, I have never run 

 through a town or city that was blessed or 

 helped by their presence; and when I came 

 into a no- saloon town I could always notice 

 the quiet peaceful atmosphere pervading 

 the place. This talk about saloons being 

 necessary for taxes, for street-paving, and 

 all that sort, is sheer nonsense. Paving I 

 why, Pasadena has the best in the world. 

 It even goes so far as to put up an elevated 

 cycle roadway that goes for miles right 

 over the streets, and right over every thing. 

 One can go spinning in mid-air almost up 

 to the foot of those great mountains. 



THE UNION HIVE AND BOX COMPANV. 



While I was staying in Los Angeles I 

 made frequent calls at the factory^ of ihe 

 Union Hive and Box Co., the largest bee- 

 supply establishment in Southern Califor- 

 nia. It employs quite a force of men, and 

 at the time of my visit the whole establish- 

 ment, from office down, was heels over head 

 in business. It is located right in the heart 

 of the best bee country in California. Mr. 

 Raze, the general manager of the concern, 

 is an excellent business man, and a push- 

 er. He, like nine-tenths of the other people 

 of Los Angeles, is an Eastern man ; but 

 owing to ill health he went to the garden- 

 spot of the world; and when I saw him, 

 notwithstanding he was working overtime, 

 ;ind was straining every nerve to fill or- 

 ders, he seemed to be the very picture of 

 health. He came east again recently^ to the 

 scenes of his boyhood days, and stopped at 

 the Pan-American; but " the water " and 

 " the climate " — this horrible climate that 

 we poor mortals have out here — were too 



