National Bee-Keepers' Convention, San Antonio, Nov. 8-10 



Ee Journal 



46th Year 



CHICAGO, ILL., OCT. 18, 1906 



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Kind Words-far Bee-Keepers and Otjiers 



Drop a pebble in the water — just a splash and it is gone, 



But there are half a hundred ripples circling' on and on and on, 



Spreading, spreading from the center, flowing on out to the sea, 



And there is no way of telling where the end is going to be. 



Drop a pebble in the water — in a minute you forget, 



But there are little waves a-flowing, and ripples circling yet, 



And those little waves a-flowing to a great, big wave have grown, 



And you've disturbed a mighty river just by dropping in a stone. 



Drop an unkind word or careless — in a minute it is gone, 



But there are half a hundred ripples circling on and on and on, 



They keep spreading, spreading, spreading from the center as they go, 



And there is no way to stop them once you've started them to flow.! 



Drop an unkind word or careless — in a minute you forget, 



But there are little waves a-flowing and ripples circling yet, 



And perhaps in some sad heart a mighty wave of tears you've stirred, 



And disturbed a life that's happy when you dropped that unkind word. 



Drop a word of cheer and kindness— just a flash and it is gone, 

 But there are half a hundred ripples circling on and on and on, 

 Bearing hope, and joy and comfort on each splashing, dashing wave, 

 Till you wouldn't believe the volume of the one kind word you gave. 

 Drop a word of cheer and kindness— in a minute you forget, 

 But there's gladness still a-swelling and there's joy a-circling yet, 

 And you've rolled a wave of comfort whose sweet music can be heard 

 Over miles and miles of water just by dropping a kind word. 



— Selected. 



No. 42 



