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GLEANINGS IN BEE CULTURE 



these very furnaces' of expediency and denial will 

 rome the tempered metal of the final test. 



WHAT OF THE FUTURE ? 



Our attitude must be the attitude of a big man 

 with a big task — a task that he is conscious of not 

 having completed. Such a man is glad for sugges- 

 tions, is willing to consider new plans, is ready to 

 exchange outgrown policies for more effective meth- 

 ods. He will sacrifice every thing — his pet schemes, 

 his personal desires, his long-established judgments 

 — every thing save principU, for the consummation 

 of the truth. I have never been more firmly estab- 

 lished in the faith that the liquor institution will not 

 te destroyed until we elect to power a political party 

 committed to its destruction. Upon this rock I stand, 

 but I will not impute spurious motives to the man 

 who is not with me agreed. Win him I will if I can. 



Our attitude must be the attitude of a sincere or- 

 ganization that has made mistakes — for we have 

 made grave mistakes, and we should not be inclined 

 to throw stones. 



Our attitude must be the attitude of an organiza- 

 tion conscious that it is responsible for electing, as 

 well as for electrocuting; for winning, as well as for 

 skinning! The intelligent, patriotic voters of the 

 United States of America, the men and women who 

 are thinking temperance to-day, will not be driven 

 or coerced. They must be won. 



Our attitude must be the attitude of an organiza- 

 tion so conscious of its place and motive that it seeks 

 opportunities to co-operate with all other temperance 

 and no-liquor organizations in programs of common 

 agreement. By so doing, far from losing our iden- 

 tity, we emphasize it. And, men of the Prohibition 

 party, Ohio leads the way. In co-operation with the 

 W. C. T. U., the Christian Endeavorers, the Sun- 

 day-schools, and the Anti-saloon League she has 

 adopted as part of her educational propaganda The 

 Voters' Information Bureau established by the W. 

 C. T. U., and superintended by Mrs. Lillian Burt 

 of that organization. This bureau, I am convinced, 

 will do more to develop intelligent and permanent 

 anti-liquor sentiment among the masses that will 

 eventually crystallize into votes than any other move- 

 ment that has arisen in this generation. 



Out attitude must be the attitude of an organiza 

 tion too busy to gossip. We do well to remember 

 that the gossiper is always despised. 



And finally, brethren! The attitude of the Prohi- 

 bition party must be the attitude of an organization 

 conscious that it has a positive, progressive, construc- 

 tive program vital to the life of the republic. And 

 in this spirit, with the faith of the fathers, and 

 building better than they knew, let us give to the 

 temperance and Prohibition hosts the slogan of war 

 — The liquor institution must be destroyed, and there 

 Mhall he no fratricidal strife. 



High-pressure Gardening 



THE HIGH COST OF LIVING^ ETC. ; SOMETHING 

 ABOUT GOD'S NEW AND PRECIOUS GIFTS. 



To-day is January 2, 1913, and so far it 

 has been indeed a happy New Year to me. 

 Let me tell you a few things that have made 

 me happy. On New Year's day a beautiful 

 lot of Buttercup chickens came out of the 

 incubator, and on that same day one of my 

 Indian Runner ducks that would sit brought 

 out a brood of ducklings, hatching every 

 egg. I tell you it is wonderfully nice and 

 enjoyable to have a nice little room for a 

 new brood of chicks and another nice room 

 for a brood of ducklings; and then a nice 

 little yard adjoining each one of them. My 

 first brood of Buttercups are now a little 

 over three weeks old; and when I open the 

 door in the morning to let them go out 

 they go out on the wing. The doorstep is a 

 little bit high, so they have learned, in order 

 to save the trouble of climbing over it, just 

 to spread their gauzy wings and sail out 

 like a Wright flying-machine, for all the 

 world. Now another thing that makes them 

 so handsome is their spotted wings, looking 

 for all the world like a brood of partridges. 

 Besides, we have a very pretty garden of 

 sweet potatoes, common potatoes, early peas, 

 lettuce, mustard for the chickens, etc. The 

 thing that has made me happy and set me 

 to thanking God most of all, just now, is a 

 new vegetable sent out by the Department 

 of Agriculture. I saw it mentioned in some 

 of the rural Florida papers, and so I sent 

 to Washington and asked them if they 



could furnish me some of the tubers. The 

 night before Christmas, when I went to the 

 postoffice I found in my box a card saying, 

 " Package too large to go in the box. Pre- 

 sent at the office." This was Christmas eve, 

 remember. When I presented my card, a 

 little bag holding perhaps a couple of 

 quarts of something that looked like pota- 

 toes was handed me. I at once decided that 

 it was the new " dasheen," and I also decid- 

 ed that, of all the Christmas presents I have 

 had in seventy years, I do not know that 

 I have ever gotten hold of one that I liked 

 more than this little bag of dasheen. In 

 order to tell you all about it, I am going to 

 quote the printed matter sent me by the 

 Department of Agriculture at Washington : 



THE dasheen; a new root crop for the south. 



The dasheen is a vegetable from the tropics, related 

 to the ornamental caladium, or elephant-ear, the 

 Hawaiian taro, and to the semi-wild tanier of our 

 southern States. It is much superior to the tanier 

 in quality, and is as easily cooked as the potato. It 

 is one of the great staple food plants of the tropics. 

 Its tubers are similar to the potato in composition, 

 but are drier, and contain from 35 to 75 per cent 

 more protein. The flavor of the cooked tubers is 

 slightly suggestive of boiled chestnuts. Dasheens are 

 baked, boiled, or otherwise cooked, like potatoes. 



Dasheens when baked are richer in flavor than 

 baked potatoes. After boiling they may be French 

 fried, mashed, made into croquettes, or used as stuff- 

 ing for chicken, veal, or other meats. 



Although the tubers of the best varieties are not 

 acrid, there is always some danger of an acrid vari- 

 ety being mixed with them ; and for this reason it is 

 better never to taste the raw tubers. The burning 

 sensation, caused by this acridity when present, may 

 not be felt for a minute or more after tasting. 



