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The walls of such a buildintf should 

 not be solid, but built with two, tif^-ht, 

 air spaces. The most satisfactory 

 place I have found to winter bees in is 

 a g^ood cellar built of stone or concrete 

 entirely below the g-round level, under 

 a dwelling or other building, where 

 the temperature can be maintained at 

 from 44 to 50 deg. F. The drier the 

 cellar, the lower the temperature may 

 be, within the above limits. I have not 

 found that dampness will be injurious 

 to bees in a temperature of 48 to 52 de- 

 grees, while a long-continued spell 

 with the temperature 40 degrees might 

 cause a heavy loss of bees, I would not 

 advise a plank l!oor for a bee cellar, as 

 the bees wor.ld be likely to feel the jar 

 from a person walking over it. I would 

 prefer an earth floor if it were dry. A 

 good cement floor would be the best. 

 It would be solid, would not decay, 

 and would prevent the dampness from 

 rising; leaves or paper are not neces- 

 sary. Hives should he placed on stands 

 about 15 inches high; place the first 

 hive on the stand with the back end 

 raised an inch Jiigher than the front, 

 then raise tl'.e rear end of the hive ofi' 

 the bottom boaid and block it up with 

 h or '2 inch blocks, remove the cover 

 (leaving the quilt over the bees) and 

 place the next hive on top of the firsi 

 and treat it in the same way; they may 

 be tiered up three or four high' We 

 find it atlvisahle to place each tier on a 

 separate stanti to avoid disturbing the 

 other bees. If many colonies are pi;ictd 

 in the cellar, a gootl system of ventila- 

 tion should be provided, so as to keep 

 the air pure in the cellar. 



KNOW SOMETHING OP EVERYTHING. 



And Everything of Some One Thing. 



Mr. R. C. Aikin has given us a most 

 excellent article this month There is 

 one point he mentions upon which I 

 would like to say a few words. It is 

 that of the folly of confining ourselves 

 too closely to business, or to some one 

 thing. While I am a thorough believer 

 in specialty, I well-know that too close 

 application to business, or to some one 

 thing, narrows a man's mind, and pre- 

 vents him from doing the most effective 

 work even in his chosen specialty. Let 

 me give an illustration or two. 



In Printers' Ink is running a most 

 charmingly written series of articles, 

 entitled "P^orty Years an Advertising 

 Agent." In these Mr. Geo. P. Rowell 

 gives reminiscences of his busy life, 

 wherein he achieved remarkable suc- 

 cess. At the age of 33, after having 

 been in New York only six years, he 

 had accumulated about $100,000. But 

 this was not all; there was a trouble- 

 some cough, a flush on the cheek and 

 an unnatural brightness in the eye. 

 Sound, healthful sleep was an impos- 

 sibility. The mind could be turned in 

 no direction except that of business. 

 Even in church, the mind would busy 

 itself planning some circular, or evolv- 

 ing some scheme for inducing some ad- 

 vertiser to increase his advertising ap- 

 propriation. Mr. Rowell was wise 

 enough to go back to the scenes of his 

 childhood, in New Hampshire, and 

 carry out a long-cherished ambition, 

 that of showing the farmers how to 

 farm. Most of the time, for the next 

 seven _\ears, was spent in carrying 

 out tliis laudable ambition, and, al- 

 iliougli Mr. Rowell admits that in no 

 one month were the returns sufficient 

 to pay the expenses for that month, yet 

 he was able to return to New York 

 with renewed ambition and vigorous 

 health. That the lesson was well-re- 

 membered is shown by occasional future 

 allusions to fishing-trips. 



The Ladies' Home Journal is pub- 

 lishing a series of articles by F. Hop- 

 kinson Smith. The title is "Let Us 

 go Back." In these Mr. Smith urges 

 the return to the more sane and mod- 

 erate life of the past, in place of the 

 present hustle and the "strenuous- 

 ness." He tells of a Chicago, multi- 

 millionaire, business man, who, at the 

 age of 60, was about to drop into his 

 grave, prematurely worn out with the 

 struggle. Two years before his death 

 his physician said to him that he must 

 stop work; heart, brain, body and 

 nerves — all needed rest. "What, give 

 up business !" the man exclaimed, 



