1904 



GLEANINGS IN BEE CULTURE. 



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made a wonderful g^rowth, and they are 

 models of luxuriance. The fruit is the 

 finest I ever tasted in my life. The cherry 

 industrj' is by no means a new thing- around 

 Grand Traverse; but I do not know how 

 far the experiment has been carried of us- 

 ing- the native wild cherry for a stock to 

 graft or bud on. I thought once of graft- 

 ing my cherry-trees in the woods; but I 

 suppose we probablj' would not get nice 

 fruit without giving the trees the usual 

 amount of room, cultivation, and care. 



BIRDS, BERRIES, AND CHERRIES. 



While over at Mr. Calvert's I saw an 

 early cherry-tree covered with a mosquito- 

 bar bee-tent. He explained that the birds 

 were getting the cherries before they were 

 really ripe. It was a new variety, and they 

 were anxious to test some that were fully 

 mature, besides wanting their share of the 

 ripe cherries. The mosquito-bar tent did 

 the business to perfection, and it cost, cloth, 

 only about 60 cts. Just about that time 

 we had a single Juneberry-bush that was 

 perhaps four feet across, and just loaded 

 with beautiful frv't. I went out one morn- 

 ing and picked ]■ "haps a teacupful of the 

 finest ripe onos, . nd thought I had never 

 done the Junebei y justice. It seems the 

 birds had not yet discovered them; but with- 

 in 24 hours they caught on to the fact that 

 Juneberries were getting good. I waited 

 day after day until I began to think the 

 birds would have the whole crop as they 

 had been in the habit of doing for years 

 past, when I remembered the mosquito-bar 

 over the cherry-tree. Then I noticed over 

 at the apiary a wire-cloth bee- tent that had 

 not been used, as there are no robbers when 

 basswood is in bloom. We set it over the 

 Juneberry bush about July 4th. Now, it 

 not only kept the birds away but I should 

 not wonder if quite a few youngsters found 

 that wire-cloth house a little inconvenient. 

 It was almost too heavy for them to lift up 

 handily. Well, to-day, July 14, we picked 

 several quarts of Juneberries that far sur- 

 passed any thing I ever saw in my life be- 

 fore, and yet I have eaten the fruit almost 

 every year since childhood. Under the in- 

 fluence of plenty of rain and perfect pro- 

 tection from birds they grew to almost the 

 size of cherries — small ones, I mean — and 

 the matured fruit was so much superior to 

 the berries generally picked before the birds 

 get them that I uttered an exclamation of 

 surprise. 



Now, here is a big discovery. It is a big 

 thing, even if it is not a new thing. Mos- 

 quito-bar bags or tents big enough to cover 

 a Juneberry-bush would not be very expen- 

 sive; and the amount of fruit saved in a 

 single season would, I am sure, more than 

 pay the expense, and I feel certain that 

 many people never tasted the improved 

 Juneberries when at their best unless they 

 have kept the birds off by some such device 

 as I have described. The bush is a rank 

 strong grower, and has no insect enemies. 

 The bushes are always loaded. I never 



saw a failure. The only drawback is the 

 birds, and this trouble is almost universal. 

 By the way, the birds generally know a 

 ,ilood thing. They are rather partial to 

 sweet fruits. The Juneberry is very much 

 like a large luscious huckleberry. They 

 are not very tart, and that is one reason 

 why the birds are always after it. Birds 

 will put up with a sour cherry, dead ripe, 

 providing there are no sweet cherries or 

 berries to be had. Our Juneberries came 

 from Storrs & Harrison, Painesville, O. 



One of our readers sends us the follow- 

 ing, taken from the Farm and Home for 

 May 15: 



My experience with black-hearted potatoes is that it 

 takes a quick rank growth of vines to produce black 

 centers, and also that light soils are more liable to pro- 

 duce them than heavy soils — perhaps because the tu- 

 bers can grow faster in light loose soil. I can take 

 any potato, no matter how prone to black centers, and 

 use a fertilizer that will slowly become available, that 

 is, that will take all summer to do it in, and then, by 

 thorough spraying, which will keep the vines green 

 all summer, and prolong the growth of the tubers to 

 at least three months, raise them without black cen- 

 ters. There were no black centers in my potatoes 

 last year, and I had hundreds that weighed 2 lbs. each 

 or over. E. a. Rogers. 



Sagadahoc Co., Maine. 



We have a lot of those " roasted-chest- 

 nut " potatoes growing very nicel}' so far, 

 and we are watching them with considera- 

 ble interest to see whether they will all be 

 hollow on our Medina clay as they were on 

 the sandy soil of Northern Michigan. 



DUFFY'S MALT WHISKY — MORE ABOUT IT. 



From the New Voice of June 23 we ex- 

 tract the following additional, illustrative 

 of the cheek this firm has shown in adver- 

 tising its intoxicant. Our selection is tak- 

 en from quite a number of similar exposes. 



Rev. Edward M. Ellis, of Helena, Mont., wrote to 

 Mr. Quinlan, of Albany, N. Y., whose name had been 

 appropriated by the Duffy people. Mr. Quinlan must 

 have been surprised to find his picture in a quarter- 

 page advertisement with the following testimonial: 



I always had tendencies toward lung trouble, and for 

 many years have suffered a great deal with heavy colds and 

 congestion of the lungs; was growing worse daily.' Mv fami- 

 ly and friends knew I had so-called incurable consuraption 

 and urged me to go to Hot Springs or to the Northern Woods 

 as a last resort. But I was too weak to travel, and gave up 

 hope. 



My doctor finally prescribed Duffy's pure malt whisky, and 

 with the tirst dose improvement set in and hope revived. I 

 stayed right at home in Albany and kept on taking Duffy's, 

 and in two months my lungs were as sound as a dollar." I 

 had gained twenty pounds, and am to-day in absolutely per- 

 fect health. Duffy's saved my life. 



Wm. T. Quinlan, 123 Second St., Albany, N. Y. 



Please note the above later statement, 

 " In two months my lungs were as sound 

 as a dollar." Think of the sick people 

 whose hopes might be revived by such a 

 startling testimonial. Now read below: 



In reply to Mr. Ellis' letter, he says: 



Albany, N. Y., March 9, 1904. 

 Mr. Ellis:— I have never used Duffy's malt whisky. 



Wm. QuiNLAN. 



You see Wm. Quinlan never used the 

 Duff"y malt whisky at all. One wonders, as 

 he reads it, why these people did not take 

 a fictitious name. I presume they thought 

 it would be better to pretend the testimoni- 

 al came voluntarily from somebody of es- 

 tablished reputation. I wish some legal 

 friend would tell us if there is no law to 

 punish such work. 



