1908 



(CLEANINGS IN BEE CULTURE. 



897 



tiud it extremely hard at times to let reason aiul 

 good (.ommon sense rule the day. 



The great crying need of the present hour is 

 for men of ability to till important offices foi 

 State and for nation; men who can not be tempt- 

 ed by great opportunities to enrich themselves 

 while they are discharging important public du- 

 ties; men who can not be swayed from the straight 

 and narrow path by any allurement that this world 

 has to offer. We have had such men, who have 

 lived and died with an untarnished and unstained 

 record, and just now we need more like them — 

 men who can be entrusted with all this world has 

 to offer. How much would it be worth, dear 

 friends, when you come to die, and look back 

 over the record of the life you have lived, to feel 

 that you have merited the precious words of the 

 dear Savior, "Well done, thou good and faithful 

 servant; thou hast been faithful over a few things, 

 I will make thee ruler over many things; enter 

 thou into the joy of thy Lord.?" 



Well, it is a fact, even if it is a sad one. that it 

 is not only individuals who get into a frenzy 

 through some misapprehension, but sometimes it 

 is great bodies of people — a whole political party 

 or perhaps a great religious denomination, Let 

 me give you one illustration. First I clip from 

 the Missouri Issue for June 19. 



The official organ of the liquor-dealers' organization in Phil- 

 adelphia in February last said, " It is the Anti-saloon League 

 and not the Prohibition party which is chiefly responsible for the 

 big conquests which liquor exclusion has been making in recent 

 times. The League has no politics; it works as effctively in 

 Democratic as in Republican communities. All parties look 

 .ilike to the Anti-saloon League." 



As I have been with the Anti saloon League 

 from the very start up to the present time, I 

 think I am in position to declare that the above 

 statement is true. The Anti saloon League is 

 working for the kingdom of God and his right- 

 eousness, and nothing else. Now, to illustrate 

 how we are misunderstood, and in a way that 

 seems to me "perfectly a-tx/k/, " I want to clip 

 again from this same Missouri Issue: 



while we are lighting the brewers, the official organ of the 

 Prohibition party, whose editor, by the way, is managing Dr. 

 Palmoree's campaign for the Prohibition nomination for the 

 presidency, both editorially andi'in its correspondence, goes after 

 the League, and the following is a sample of extracts from that 

 paper, which have been recently going the rounds of the secular 

 press: 



" Damnable dope is local option, says State Chairman Stokes, 

 editor of the Kansas City Leader, official organ of the Prohibition 

 party." 



Then follows extracts from the Leader where the editor of 

 ihat paper gives it as his candid opinion that the Devil himself 

 could not devise a more damnable dope than local option. An- 

 other where he says trying to demoralize Prohibitionists seems 

 to be the principal business of that organization, referring to the 

 Anti-saloon League, the organization which the brewers of this 

 State would rather see broken up than any other opposition they 

 hive ever had. 



Why, dear friends, is not this all wrong.? I 

 can readily believe that it was the Devil himself 

 who suggested using such words to be applied to 

 the Anti-saloon League. It is true that, from 

 the very nature of things, especially in the way 

 the Anti-saloon was started, we can not now 

 pull down our colors and become a political 

 party. We recognize the reason for the existence 

 of that great political party, and God knows we 

 have the kindliest feeling toward them. We are 

 glad to give them all the aid in our power; and 

 as we are working for one common end, and 

 with the great Father above us, why in the world 

 should we not be friends and neighbors, even if 

 we do not see things exactly alike .? May God 



liel[> us all lo take a lesson from the pooi, mis- 

 taken, and misapprehending mother hen, ami 

 let reason and common sense rule, even in poli- 

 tics. 



THE CANCER THAT IS EATING AT THE HEART OK 

 OUR NATION. 



The following is a clipping from the Templf 

 Appeal: 



The Republican party has held its great convention in Chica- 

 go, and nominated a splendid man, William H. Taft, of Ohio, as 

 nominee for President. We have read the Republican platform 

 which Mr. Taft has to stand on. We are sorry for him, and sor- 

 ry for the Christian voters of the G. O. P. The great subject 

 which is nearest the hearts and homes of America finds no men- 

 tion in their platform. They dare not touch the cancer that is 

 eating at the heart of the nation — the American saloon. The 

 time is not far distant when the voice of the people of this land 

 will demand a temperance plank in the platform of the party that 

 expects to be voted into power. 



To all the above I hope our readers can join 

 with me in a hearty amen. 



Poultry 

 Department 



WHY THE EGGS DID NOT HATCH. 



" Do you see that nice brood of chickens.? Are 

 they not beautits.? 1'here are just thirteen of 

 them. That mother had thiiteen eggs, and she 

 hatched every one of them; and as they are now 

 over two weeks old, if no accident happens she 

 will raise every one of them." 



The above was a remark I made to my sistei', 

 Mrs. Gray, while she was looking over our prem- 

 ises; but just as I finished Mrs. Root put in: 



" Now, dear husband, you want to show her 

 the other hen with only eight chickens (one a 

 cripple), that had nineteen eggs and brought out 

 only the eight chickens." 



As there were several standing around (the oc- 

 casion was on the Fourth of July), it raised quite 

 a laugh at my expense; and somebody suggested 

 that it was doubtless providential that Mrs. Root 

 and I were united together so she could tone down 

 a little my disposition to see the bright things, so 

 that, taking us both together, people could get a 

 fair and unbiased view of this world as it opens 

 up before us. Yes, it is true that the very next 

 hen that I set, with exactly the same kind of eggs 

 that were laid after the successful thirteen, hatch- 

 ed only eight chickens from the nineteen eggs. 

 I boiled the eleven eggs that did not hatch, so I 

 could dissect them without having a disagreeable 

 mess of it, and in order, also, to utilize valuable 

 animal food. Some of you may criticise me 

 here; but I have been in the habit of boiling the 

 eggs that did not hatch in the incubator, and giv- 

 ing them to my young cockerels to see if any bad 

 results followed. They became ravenously fond 

 of them, and they seemed to take the place of 

 other animal food to perfection. The practice 

 might teach a flock of chickens to eat their eggs; 

 but if given to a pen of cockerels that are kept 

 by themselves I have never noticed that it did any 

 harm. Now, why did not that next setting, right 

 away after the successful thirteen, give a good 

 hatch.? Mrs. Root said I gave the hen too many 

 eggs; butas I had repeatedly been successful with 

 twenty or more I did not think so. An accident 



