GLEANINGS IN BEE CULTURE 



October, 1919 



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point, and, seeing such a full discussion in 

 Gleanings last fall, I have thought it might 

 be worth while to show the way I keep the 

 wind out. I make this entrance on the 

 level with the top of the bottom-board and 



the same height as 

 I I '^~~~~ the regular summer 



entrance and about. 



% inch wide, and 

 _J I have never had one 



clogged with dead 

 bees. I am sure no direct current of wind can 

 reach the cluster or even the hive entrance. 

 In this altitude we have cool nights and I 

 leave my bees packed all the year. I believe 

 this to be an advantage even in our hottest 

 weather. N. C. McNeil. 



Marlington, W. Ya'. 



QC 



ao^car 



Extracting Time. 



(With Apologies to 

 Walt Mason.) 



Some kick off supers 

 with a frown and rush 

 them shopward on the 

 run. They slash off 

 cappings up and down, and sling out honey 

 by the ton. All day they hustle in the loot 

 till muscles ache and backbones creak, for 

 visions thru their noodles shoot of filthv 



swag to last a week. They never seem to 

 care a. whoop that bees are robbed of preci- 

 ous store. They 're hoarding riches in their 

 coop, and bees can starve or get some more. 

 They never seem to care a rap what happens 

 to the bees next year. They see the shekels 

 now on tap, which puts their thinkers out 

 of gear. Thej^ take all sujjers as they go, 

 and when this messy job is thru, they sneak 

 out combs from down below to add a paltry 

 bone or two. I'm slinging sweets myself 

 just now, I 'm smeared with honey thick and 

 thin; with aching bones and sweating brow 

 I go to roost at night all in. I need the loot 

 as much as they who put their bees in starv- 

 ing plight, for bills accumulate by day and 

 always double in the night. But my poor 

 knees get weak and shake, when I attempt 

 to take it all. My chicken heart will throb 

 and quake at times when strong hearts 

 never pall. So when I take the supers off 

 and see the scanty stores below, I sometimes 

 hesitate and cough, then slip the bees a 

 comb or so. But if this year I'm forced to 

 beg, just watch my smoke in 1920. Some 

 kill the goose to get the egg, then starve 

 while I have geese a plenty. 



Indiana. Bill Mellvir. 



THE BACK LOT BUZZER. 

 This " pasnin " th''hees hi/ the Miller plan of iihtrodvrtion didn't work at our house, 

 what was up, turned in the fire alarm. 



Ma, not ktiowin' 



