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CSl^amnga in 

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VOL. XXXIX 



AUGUST 1, 1911 



NO. ir, 



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Oil! tlie siiii is sliiiiing l)litlu'ly, 



For the summer days are liere ; 

 The leaves are at tlieir greenest, 



'Tis the zenith of tlie year. 

 The air is full of SAveetness, 



You are glad to be alive ; 

 And the bees are on the clover, 



And the honey's in tlie hive. 



From early morn till sunset 



Tliere's a whirr of little wings; 

 There's a humming and a buzzing, 



And a horde of Imsy things 

 Attacks the clover blossoms 



And of all tlieir sweets deprive, 

 For the bees are working madly, 



Storing honey in the liive. 



'Tis the world's vacation season; 



People seek for cliange and rest; 

 But the honey-bees are tireless 



In their keen, [)ersistent quest. 

 They rusli from Hower to tiower. 



With might and main tliey strive' 

 Busy bees that gather honey 



For the storing of the liive. 



