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AMERICAN BEE JOURNAU 



Don't Get Angry, Bee-Keeners. 



Written for the Ameirican Bee Journal 



BY JOHN F. GATES. 



When I read Bro. Clarke's reply to 

 Dr. Miller (on page 694, May 31st Bee 

 Jouknal), I said to myself, " Isn't it too 

 bad that as good a man as Bro. Clarke is 

 in every other respect, should spoil his 

 influence by getting angry so much ?" 



Now what is it that makes us all like 

 Bro. Miller ? It is not his money, nor 

 his knowledge, nor his beauty— though 

 he may possess all these, yet the reason 

 we like him is because he smiles — not a 

 sickish, sloppy, soft, sozzling sort of a 

 smile — ah, no! he smiles with his soul, 

 or his soul reflects its geniality on his 

 face. Excuse me Bro. Miller, but if we 

 would appreciate men more while they 

 were living, the world would be better 

 for it. Yes, when I read Clarke's words 

 to Miller, my involuntary action was to 

 draw a long breath, and feel sorry, and 

 lay the Bee Journal down. When I 

 read Miller's reply, I slapped my leg till 

 it hurt, and, says I, "Wife, what this 

 -world needs is more Dr. Millers !" 



It may be said that one can't make 

 'himself pleasant on demand. Yes, you 

 ■can. I don't wish to talk about myself, 

 but as I am best acquainted with my 

 own case, it will be all right. 



When I was a boy, I found myself 

 with a quick temper and impulsive ways. 

 At school I would not take even a little 

 bitof"sass" from any boy, no matter 

 how big he was ; but I found this course 

 did not gain friends. I wanted friends, 

 but I had a vague idea that I could 

 maul my enemies until they would be 

 friends. But it didn't work well. When 

 I became older, I saw that those who 

 were kind, had the most friends ; and as 

 I desired to have friends, I made a re- 

 solve to never alloiv my angry passions 

 to rise again. Well, I made that resolve 

 to keep, and, friends, I think it has kept 

 me out of lots of trouble. 



I've seen many dangers and hardships 

 since then, both in war and in peace, 

 on land and on water, but I smiled at 

 all. When tiie enemy tried to comb ray 

 hair with bullets, I smiled. When a 

 man tells me he is going to smash me on 

 the nose, or " do me up " in a lawsuit, I 

 smile, and tell him I should be sorry to 

 have such a thing happen. You see, I 

 don't help him on in these things that he 

 threatens, and he can't very well do 

 them alone. It is hard to hit a smiling 

 man on the nose. 



Well, to cut a long story short, I 

 didn't know then that the world had so 

 much use for a smiling man. 



I wish you would remember that I 

 don't mean to praise myself, but I 

 wanted to tell you a true story. Now 

 comes the sweetest part of all — the chil- 

 dren. Did I scold them when they came 

 by the dozen to my store and asked to 

 just hunt the candies over to find cer- 

 tain mottoes? No; I said "Goon, lit- 

 tle ones, and do as you please. Take 

 such as you wish." 



Then once in a while I would pass a 

 pound or two of fine candy over the 

 show-cases, just to see about 20 school 

 children pick it up. The result was that 

 the profits on my candy trade alone 

 about paid the wages of my clerk. " As 

 ye sow, so shall ye reap." 



Then the Sabbath school — yes, it is 

 not much wonder that my eyes do get a 

 little dim as I think of the Sabbath 

 school. Why is it that the children 

 bring us so many berries, flowers — in 

 fact, everything they can think of — and 

 make us accept of them ? It must be 

 because we put a little chunk of honey 

 in their hands when they come to see 

 us, and we don't forget to smile. 



Well, the boys don't steal our bees, 

 nor our honey, nor pears, nor apples, nor 

 grapes, nor plums, nor anything we 

 have, because we smile, and give them 

 some anyway. 



Now, Bro. Clarke, all us older ones 

 are simply large children. We like the 

 same smile, the same kind words, the 

 same attention, and praise, that we did 

 when small. We can be quite in earnest 

 without being angry. I have had occa- 

 sion to write convincingly sometimes, 

 but I never remember writing an angry 

 word in my life. Let us all remember 

 the many thousands that read the Bee 

 Jouknal, and might be hurt by reading 

 angry words, or be made better by good 

 words. 

 Ovid, Pa. 



Capons and Caponi^ing:, by 



Edward Warren Sawyer, M. D., Fanny 

 Field, and others. It shows in clear 

 language and illustrations all about 

 caponizing fowls ; and thus how to 

 make the most money in poultry-raising. 

 Every poultry-keeper should have it. 

 Price, postpaid, 30 cents ; or clubbed 

 with Bee Journal one year for $1.10, 



Jt^"' " I find that I can get along without 

 the Bee Journal about as well as a sailor 

 can without a compass."— James I. Click, 

 of Ohio, July 30, 1894. 



