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GLEANINGS IN BEE CULTURE. . 



Aug. 1 



that we might see the striking- thousands 

 hungering and thirsting for work instead 

 of hungering and thirsting for wages! 

 Where is our Christianity? where are our 

 churches and our church-members? where 

 are our Sunday-schools and their superin- 

 tendents? where are the Endeavor socie- 

 ties? Several times I have complained be- 

 cause these organizations do not catch on 

 more closely and intimately with the Anti- 

 saloon League, W. C. T. U., etc. It has 

 sometimes seemed to me as if our religious 

 organizations were going one road, and the 

 great wide world, especially about this sea- 

 son of the year (this vacation time), were 

 going another road. The Salvation Army, 

 may God be praised, seems to be occupying 

 the middle ground between worldliness and 

 godliness. If there is a dividing fence or 

 wall between the professing Christian and 

 the rest of the world, the Salvation Army 

 is tramping it down. They are making a 

 cross-cut instead of developing roundabout 

 ways — the unwieldy ways we often see the 

 churches adopting. 



The editor of the Philadelphia Farm 

 Jotirnal is teaching vehemently that auto- 

 mobiles have no business on public roads. 

 This one journal stands almost alone in the 

 position it takes. I have been privately re- 

 monstrating with the editor. He declares 

 there should be roads for the automobiles 

 and separate roads for the farmers. But I 

 asked him a question something like this: 

 " Suppose that we who prefer to use the au- 

 tomobile should make better roads, and 

 more direct ones, between the great cities 

 than the world has ever seen before, shall 

 horse-drawn vehicles and pedestrians be 

 kept off from these convenient thorough- 

 fares? " At first he did not reply; but 

 but when I pressed him for an answer he 

 said he would have a tight fence in the mid- 

 dle of this ideal thoroughfare, and keep the 

 common people on one side and the automo- 

 biles en the other. Now, I do not agree 

 with him at all. Our new beautiful con- 

 venient highways that are going to be con- 

 structed in the future are to be for every- 

 body, high and low, rich and poor. We are 

 all going to help build them, and then we 

 are all going to use them. We do not want 

 any divis on fences. The men who run 

 autos must obey the law, and so must the 

 men who drive horses or go on foot; and 

 these laws must be wisely and judiciously 

 framed — not to favor unduly one class or 

 the other. All who travel on these roads 

 must learn to have only love in their hearts 

 toward all. "Whosoever will be great 

 among you, let him be your servant." The 

 man who owns the automobile should de- 

 light to pick up a woman or child and give 

 such person a ride, especially if he is a 

 gentleman of wea th and leisure; and the 

 man who has an humble rig, with perhaps 

 a poor old horse, must not purposely vex 

 and annoy his wealthy neighbor just be- 

 cause of a feeling of bitterness in his heart 

 toward the man of means. I asked the ed- 

 itor of the Farm Journal which is better — 



to stir up warfare and strife between 

 neighbors, or to have a farm journal of 

 wide circulation endeavor to cultivate 

 friendly and neighborly feelings. The re- 

 ply was that sometimes war is better than 

 peace. This may be true, under some cir- 

 cumstances — the " Duffys " for instance; 

 but I am sure it is not true, and never will 

 be true, that it is better to have war over 

 such a simple matter as a difference of 

 opinion in regard to how a man shall travel. 

 Now, dear friends, my earnest and fer- 

 vent prayer is that the unexplored regions 

 of happiness and good will that exist along 

 the lines of Jesus' words may be the next 

 great craze that will stir our nation. A 

 great many are prophesying that we shall 

 soon navigate the air with flying-machines; 

 and I begin to have faith that I may live to 

 see the time when such things will be as 

 common as automobiles are now. Instead 

 of spending so much money in making roads 

 on which to travel, we shall just skim right 

 over the mud-holes and the ruts, and travel 

 on air. After we get so we can skim over 

 these things I have mentioned, say a foot 

 or two, then we may be able to get above 

 the fences, buildings, and possibly the for- 

 ests. Will it not be glorious when you can 

 take your wife out for an evening ride, and 

 sail clear above the din, turmoil, and 

 strife? Yes, all of thes things will be 

 grand; but, dearly beloved (and I have in 

 mind those who have been reading my 

 Home papers for years past), this thing of 

 flying through the air would be as nothing 

 compared with seeing humanity with a 

 great revival — say a great craze or hobby 

 for rich and poor, old and young, to outdo 

 each other in serving their fellow-men, and 

 in cultivating honesty, truth, unselfishness, 

 and neighborly love one for another — such 

 a love as the dear Master showed when he 

 loved even his enemies, and prayed with 

 his dying breath, "Father, forgive them, 

 for they know not what they do." 



THAT AUTOMOBILE AT THE PRESENT DATE. 



With the present good roads it is doing 

 more service than ever before. It runs er- 

 rands, delivers goods, saves steps, and 

 saves money in a dozen different ways, just 

 because it is always ready to start at a 

 moment's notice; and it will start, too, al- 

 most with a jump if you want it to. It is 

 never tired, and it is never weary; and al- 

 though it has been in almost constant use 

 for over a year, no one who is accustomed 

 to handling it seems to complain when call- 

 ed on to use it. From the grandpa (your 

 humble servant) clear down to the grand- 

 children the3' all like the fun of running 

 the auto. Sometimes somebody says, 

 " Would Mr. Root mind taking his auto and 

 going to so and so's?" Mrs. Root always 

 replies, " Why, he is always delighted to 

 have some opportunity of using his pet." 

 Now, this word " pet " reminds me that, a 

 year ago, I mentioned at length the wonder- 



