1898. 



THE AMERICAN BEE-KEEPER. 



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When they are filled and nicely 

 capped over, take them off and place a 

 nice label on them with your name and 

 address and any other suitable reading 

 for a small advertisement, then dis- 

 tribute them among those where you 

 think it would be most likely to do 

 good, telling them tliat it is a small 

 sample of your honey that you would 

 like to have them try, and that you 

 will be around again in three or four 

 days with more for sale. Then let the 

 samples do their work. It is also a 

 good plan to leave one of "Root's 

 Honey Leaflets" with the sample. 



In a few days take a small load and 

 call on your would-be customers. You 

 will sell quite a lot the first time, 

 which will help to sell more the next 

 time, and so on. your trade increasing, 

 as all you sell helps to advertise. 



But care must be taken not to sell 

 honey that is not well capped over. 



T find it also a good plan to leave 

 some at the grocery stores in neat show 

 cases. I have no trouble in selling all 

 the honey I can produce in this way. — 

 A. E. Concord in Southern Merchant 

 and Farmer. 



Bees Invade a Candy Factory. 



They boil up a ton of raw sugar every 

 morning on the top floor of the four- 

 story brick building, No. 66 Cortlandt 

 street, and the thirty-five girls and 

 men employed by the Murcotte com- 

 pany, who occupy the premises, spend 

 the rest of the day in making over the 

 resultant cream into chocolate and bon- 

 bons. Two doors further up the street, 

 also on the top floor, J. H. M. Cook 

 deals in bees, hives and apiary sup- 

 plies. A feature of his business equip- 

 onent is a hive of up-to-date pattern, 

 with a colony of bees in full operation, 

 which is maintained to show prospect- 

 ive customers what they may come to 

 possess. 



When the saccharine fumes from the 

 boiling sugar began to drift over the 

 beeman's place when the candy factory 



started up yesterday morning, pedes- 

 trians stopped in the street in surprise 

 at the chorus of feminine shrieks and 

 masculine shouts that floated from the 

 open windows of the bonbon works, 

 while a lot of pretty candy makers ran 

 out, and the shirt-sleeved manager of 

 the candy factory dashed up to the 

 beeman's attic at three steps to the 

 jump. 



The bees had caught a whiff of the 

 sugar steam, and with a view to next 

 winter's food supply invaded the candy 

 factory in a body. Mr. Cook came over 

 to see what could be done. He found 

 the boiling room in a state of turmoil. 

 There were bees everywhere. Two 

 men who superintended the caldrons 

 were jumping around killing them as 

 fast as they could and using bad broken 

 English at a triple tongue gait, while 

 in the far end of the room a bevy of 

 bonbonnieres who had not yet deserted 

 their posts encouraged their efforts. 



"Big Frank" and "Little Frank," 

 which are the only names the men are 

 known by in the shop, had completely 

 lost their tempers, and ever-in- 

 creasing number of lumps kept crop- 

 ping out on their faces and necks. Mr. 

 Cook, who is a mild mannered man, 

 remonstrated with them both for their 

 actions and words. "Bees are peace- 

 ful creatures," he said. "If you don't 

 molest them they will walk all over 

 you and never hurt you." 



The candy man thought it would be a 

 good idea to drive them into the choco- 

 late cold storage room on the third 

 floor and freeze them to death there, 

 and the two Franks intimated that he 

 might try it if he wanted to. He didn't 

 try it, and flnally, as the sugar cooled, 

 the bees began to go home, and after 

 an hour or more the hands came back 

 to work. 



There was another plague of insects 

 down town yesterday. Myriads of lit- 

 tle white-winged bugs appeared in the 

 air around Fulton street, and the ad- 

 joining streets in such numbers that 



