THE AMERICAN BEE-KEEPER. 



April 



Tli-j SUt'i) Has lirainB. 



The teudencyof successful business is 

 to eulaigeiiieut, and with eulargeniert 

 come a new multitude of agents, a new 

 variety of markets, a new kind of com- 

 petitive danger, to avert which absolute- 

 ly requires mind. The very number of 

 bis employees compels the great trades- 

 man of our day to become a judge of 

 character; the very expansion of his 

 market drives him to study many coun- 

 tries, many tariffs, many laws, and his 

 extreme danger from competition makes 

 of him an artist, a chemist and a critic. 

 The process is slow, because he is al- 

 ways governed by the idea of selling, 

 and he often learns rather to know pub- 

 lic taste than to know what taste is and 

 to seek in his purchases the popular 

 rather than the good, but still the proc- 

 ess must develop his mind. — London 

 Spectator. 



Value of Celery Boot. 



The root of the celery plant is not as 

 ■widely appreciated as it should be. An 

 authority cited by the Boston Journal 

 Bays of it : 



"The root of celery has been sadly de- 

 spised, outrageously misunderstood. It, 

 too, is at the service of man during 

 greenless months, when, so feeble is his 

 imaginat'ou, he seldom soars above 

 eprouts. It may be boiled, and then 

 white sauce well becomes it; it may be 

 fried in close embracing bread crumbs ; 

 it maybe fashioned into a puree; it may 

 be stewed. Why let it linger longer, the 

 wallflower of the green grocer's stall? 

 Celery, in root and bunch, soothes — a 

 rival to opium. Eat it for which of its 

 many excellences you will, only see that 

 you eat it. " 



It 'Wasn't a General's £srs> 



An amusing anecdote is given in the 

 ftladras Mail about Calcutta life of a 

 bygone generation. It relates to Lord 

 Wellesley (Duke of Wellington) and is 

 as follows : The great man had been 

 given a bad egg for breakfast, and 

 gniffing at it he called to his valet : 

 "Lamell, a bad egg! What an atrociou.s 

 thing to have given me 1" The valet 

 hurried up with a serious face, examin- 

 ed the egg closely and then exclaimed: 

 "I entreat your forgiveness, my lord. 

 The stupid servant has given your lord- 

 shin in mistake an aid-de-camp's egg." 



India Rubber Tree Fruit. 



The fruit of the india rubber tree is 

 somewhat similar to that of the Ricinus 

 communis, the castor oil plant, though 

 somewhat larger. The seeds have a not 

 disagreeable taste and yield a purplish 

 oil. It is a fairly good substitute for 

 linseed oil, though it dries less rapidly. 

 Mixed with copal blue and turpentine, 

 it makes a good varnish. The oil may 

 be also used in the manufacture of soaps 

 and lithographic inks. The seeds are 

 somewhat like tiny chestnuts, although 

 darker in color. The Indian girls are 

 fond of wearing bracelets and necklets 

 made of them. 



He Won His Bet. 



One must take the word of an arch- 

 deacon, or I should be inclined to re- 

 quest further particulars in the case of ■ 

 the patron whom Archdeacon Wilson 

 mentioned at the conference at Carn- 

 forth the other day. A certain living — 

 so said the archdeacon — had fallen va- 

 cant by death. The patron summoned to 

 him his legal adviser, who explained 

 that the presentation must be entirely 

 gratuitous, "But, "added the lawyer, 

 "I will bet you £1,000 that you do not 

 present my son-in-law." Curiously 

 enough, the son-in-law was the lucky 

 man. — Lo ndon Realm. 



His Razor. 



Husband (shaving) — Confound the 

 razor ! 



Wife — What's the matter now? 

 You're dreadfully cross tempered. 



"The razor is so dull." 



"Dull ! Why, I ripped up an old skirt 

 with it only yesterday, and it cut beau- 

 tifully. " — Chicago Record. 



Balloons In War. 



Blinkers — Do you think balloons will 

 ever be useful in war? 



Winkers (who has a good memory)— 

 Well — er — they might come handy iu 

 case of a draft. — New York Weekly. 



A Dollar's Worth of Information. 



Mr. Keep Cash — Did .you write to 

 that man who advertises to show people 

 how to make desserts without milk and 

 have them richer? 



Mrs. Cash — Yes, and sent him the 

 dollar. 



"What did he reply? 



"Use cream. " - ' , 



