248 Old Days on the Farm 



as if everything was going along swimmingly. 

 I've remarked that there were a lot of bees in 

 the grass and those were the chaps that caused my 

 overthrow. I should have tied my trousers at the 

 bottom or have pulled my socks over the bottom 

 ends of my trousers. In my haste I omitted this 

 and many, yes, very many, bees crawled up and 

 on the inside of those pantaloons. 



As long as you give bees plenty of sea room, on 

 such an occasion, they are not inclined to get cross 

 but the minute the fussy little fellows get tangled 

 up, why, results may be looked for. I felt a sting 

 on the knee, then another, then a whole volley at 

 once, then shrapnel, machine guns, quick firers 

 and every other form of musketry and artillery 

 that a well-drilled army of bees knows how to 

 bring into action, got busy on my lower extremi- 

 ties. 



And all because I had forgotten to pull those 

 sturdy wool socks of decency, that I wore, over the 

 ends of my trouser legs. I use the term ''wool 

 socks of decency, ' ' because in those good old days, 

 neither boys nor girls, nor men nor women in- 

 vested their nether limbs in those gauzy "alleged" 

 socks or stockings worn by many folks to-day. 



A BEE AEMY IN ACTION 



Talk about stumbling on a hornet's nest! I 

 was in a tight corner, indeed, and as long as mem- 

 ory lasts I will not need to prod myself to recall 



