NOVEMBICK. 1910 



GLEANINGS IN B E K CULTURE 



HEADS OF GRAIN T i> FROM-i XmFFERENT FIELDST D 



to believe there's something in it, as the 

 damsel said before shaking a live mouse out 

 of her stocking. 



"Well, translating this into terms of bee- 

 dom, isn't it quite likely that Nature knew 

 what she was about, and supplied the indi- 

 gestible wax with the honey to compel 

 chewing, and thus give the honey the need- 

 ed saliva for its right digestion? That's my 

 guess. John Preston True. 



Boston, Mass. 



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Fifty-seven. Winter winds begin to 



(With Ajjologies to bluster, and the bees 



Walt Mason.) now form a cluster. 



Thus they make a ball 

 of bees, with outer shell so snug and tight, 

 that within they're warm and cozy, where 

 they dwell so pink and rosy, keeping every 

 remote corner 57 Fahrenheit. Some must 

 keep awake and chipper, fighting Jack 

 Frost's piercing nijjjjer, for the heat is made 

 by active bees within the inner court. 

 Outer guards, all in a shiver, speak with 

 voices all a-quiver, ' ' Girls, she 's down to 57, 



speed the action in the fort. ' ' So they start 

 fantastic prancing, buzzing, wrestling, and 

 queer dancing, squirming faster when it's 

 colder, thru the winter long and punk. When 

 it's under 57, stealthily this beastly leaven 

 works, converting healthy bees into a pile 

 of living junk. Then their squeaky joints 

 are rusty, and their honey-sacs are mu'sty; 

 they have rheumatism in their backs and 

 ashes in their grates. Can they last till 

 Spring's returning, while their jaded lives 

 are burning day and night so every nook its 

 57 indicates! Let us give them winter pack- 

 ing now, to save their frames from racking. 

 Then, by heck, we put a check on these gym- 

 nastic monkeyshines. Packing helps them 

 fight their battle thru the storm 's wild roar 

 and rattle, saving them the under-57 chill 

 along their spines. Just to keep this timely 

 warning right before us night and morning, 

 twenty million signs, put up by Heinz, are 

 glaring everywhere; and his blatant 57 

 speaks in languages eleven, ' ' Pack your 

 bees so snug and warm that 57 's always 

 there." Bill Mellvir.* 



Here and There. 



THE BACK LOT BUZZER. 



Bum's a fellow to know lohat the vew European fowl brood looks like, when Phillips, Boot, Miller, etc., 

 all get fooled. 



Ma fayf! it reminds her of what Josh Wise once said, " What's th' use of knoivin' so much, when so 

 much of what you know ain't so"? 



