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GLEANINGS IN BEE CULTURE. 



Apr. 15. 



economizes space, and gives each hive a dilTer- 

 ent face in each lot of three. 

 Murphys, Cal., Mar. IS. 



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JAKE SMITH'S LETTER. 



A. I. Oleeningfi — 

 deer Sir:— Mr. Din- 

 ant has hot a new 

 place and moved 

 onto it. It's much 

 closer to our place, 

 and we visit back 

 i^^^SSi and fourth a good 

 eel. The other day 

 Mr. Dinant and his 

 wife was to our 

 house, and our dot- 

 ter Carline was a showin her new cloak. It 

 had sleeves like elefants' ears, and come up so 

 high that you coodent see her face when she 

 stood sideways. Mr. Dinant began to plague 

 her about it. 



Says he, " Do you have that kind of a sleeve, 

 Carline, because it's becomin to yonr style of 

 beauty, or do you have it like the mainsail of a 

 ship to help you along in a high wind?" 



" For neither," says Carline; '"it's the fashun. 

 You woodent want me to look like I come out 

 of Noah's ark ?" 



"Well, you don't," says he. " If you'd come 

 out of the ark in that rig. you'd frighten all the 

 animals. Now see here." says he, "do you ex- 

 pect wimmen will ever have a chants to vole so 

 long as they're so weak-minded? The fashun 

 says cloaks must have no sleeves, 

 and you all freeze your arms off. 

 Then it says elefants' ears, and ele- 

 fants' ears it is. Talk about puttin 

 the rains of goverment in the hands 

 of silly wimmen without backbone 

 enutf to stand out agenst a fashun, 

 no matter how hidgeous it is. if only 

 the leaders give the word I Yon 

 don't find meri led around in that 

 style." 



I begun to see mischief in Car- 

 line's eye, and, says she, "Oh. no! 

 you men never let any one lead yon 

 around. It seems to me I iicard you 

 and pa talking about puttin good 

 clean men in office, and you said it 

 would never do to have a drunken 

 sot like Barney Hill put up for a 

 candydate just because he had lots 

 of money, and could controll votes; 

 but for all that the leaders of yonr 

 party put him up, and you both walked up like 

 little men and put in vonr voles for him. Oh. 

 no! you're never led around to follow fashun. 

 And then," says she, " your party said the tariff 

 must be so and so, if the country was ever to 

 have prosperity, and you two was sure nothin 



else would do, you were very sure. But when 

 your party at Washington found that might 

 make trubble for them at the next eleckshuii, 

 and turned around just exactly opposite, you 

 haddent a word to say. Oh, no! no fashun lead- 

 ers can pull you around." 



"Now see here. Carline, that isn't fair," says 

 Mr. Dinant. " We werrent talking about poli- 

 ticks, we were talkin about fashuns. A man 

 has to follow his party if he don't want to be 

 looked down on, but you don't find men all 

 followin like a lot of sheep when it's somethin 

 where no principle's involved." 



"Henry," says Missus Dinant, " how do you 

 spell are ;'"' 



Mr. Dinant looked puzzled, but I think he was 

 kind of glad to change the subjeck. " How do 

 you spell are f says he. "Why, n-r-e, of 

 course." 



"Is it wimmen or men that make the dick- 

 shenary ? " says his wife. 



" Men," says he. 



" So it's men that put that last e in are," says 

 she, " and you men all follow the fashun insted 

 of spellin it common-sense like, a-r.''^ 



"But a-r-e is the right way to spell it," says 

 he. "Thai's not followin any fashun, that's 

 only spellin it right." 



" What makes a-r-e right any more than 

 a-r ?" says she. 



" Why, because evry buddy spells it that way^ 

 and it's that way in the dickshenary." 



"And if evry buddy spelt it rt-r," says she, 

 " then a-r would be the right way, and it would 

 be that way in the dicksiienary." 



NOW 5ee here. Carline. ma^ 

 is'nfairl Wp werrent talKm 

 about politicks, t>ul- /ashons I 



" I spose so," says he. " Of course, there's no 

 use in that last e, but it's there, and there's no 

 way to change it." 



"No. it can't be changed, just because it's 

 the fashun," says she. "And that's where 

 you're worse than the wimmen. A silly fashuu 



