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old stand, and the brood mostly -with the old 

 l^arent hive on the new stand. 



All sections are startered, supplies work- 

 ed up, and hives nailed and painted, at the 

 out-apiary honey-houses where they will be 

 needed; and in the same manner the honey 

 is scraped, graded, and cased ready for the 

 market at the outyards. Most of this work 

 is done by our crew of helpers which we 

 take from yard to yard during our weekly 

 visits, some doing the shop work, while the 

 rest are busy with the bees, tho we some- 

 times find it necessary to make special trips 

 to work up supplies. We use a Ford auto 

 to go from yard to yard and to do our light 

 hauling with, and find it a great conven- 

 ience. 



As soon as the honey crop is over, which 

 is about the middle of August here, the 

 escapes are put on, and the supers stored 



away in the honey-houses until next season; 

 and then if any of the hives need repaint- 

 ing, they are repainted at this season of the 

 year. We try to see that all colonies are 

 headed with good queens during July and 

 August. 



All colonies are fed for winter between 

 September 15 and Oct. 1, and Wie make sure 

 that every colony has an abundance of 

 stores to last until fruit-bloom the follow- 

 ing spring. In order to make a certainty of 

 this matter Ave have scales rigged on a 

 wheelbarrow, and go down the rows and 

 weigh every hive, and mark tiie weight on 

 the back of each. Then each is fed so as to 

 contain 25 lbs. of stores. 



Our bees are all wintered in the cellar, 

 and are hauled to and from the out-apiaries 

 on sleds. 



Clarion, Mich. 



SHOULD THE POETRY BE SEGREGATED? 



BY GRACE ALLEN 



[By an oversight the following' protest or "retort courfeous " referred to by Mrs. Allen, p. 428, June 

 1, was held over, tho written just after the appearance of Mr. Baldwin's reference to Dr. Phillips' views of 

 poetry as given in The Beekeepers' Review, page 89, March 1. — Ed.] 



And now see what has happened ! A 

 great scientist — even our very own beekeep- 

 ing scientist. Dr. Phillips, so universally 

 respected and so earnestly studied — has said 

 that we ought to keep our poetry on a 

 separate shelf from our practical working- 

 prose ! And then Prof. Baldwin, for all the 

 courtly (and thoroly appreciated) bow with 

 which he ends, says in effect, " Aye, aye, 

 sir!' ' But now aren't you glad, all of you, 

 that God doesn't run the universe on that 

 separate-shelf system? Had he felt it nec- 

 essary or wise to divorce beauty and poetry 

 utterly from practical everyday work and 

 necessity he doubtless could have made some 

 satisfyingly prosy fruits without the scarlet 

 of the apple or the gold of the orange or the 

 l^oeti-y of green, sunlit trees, or the shower 

 of fairy bloom in April and May. He quite 

 surely could have caused the earth 1x) bring 

 forth some pretty sustaining and nourishing 

 meal and flour for our bread without the 

 poetry of fields of grain swaying and rip- 

 pling in the wind and shadowed by every 

 passing cloud. He need not have put the 

 scarlet on the tanager's wings nor the song 

 in the throat of the mockingbird, nor let the 

 bees hum so rapturously in June. And he 

 could doubtless have skipped the rainbow 

 altogether. But he did not. He spread 

 beauty all around over our common fields 

 and hillsides, made birds to sing even while 

 we labor, and shot all our days thru and 

 thru with shining Jight. Merely to make a 



practical day and night, need the sun come 

 up and go down again in such a trailing 

 glory? Even the land and the water God 

 has not kept completely apart, in dread of 

 that mud referred to as the result of their 

 mixing; but he makes growth and even life 

 itself quite dependent upon the combination, 

 for the dry prose of the dusty earth needs 

 always the poetry of living water on it and 

 in it and thru it to bring growth and flower- 

 ing and fruit. 



Or to be a bit more scientific, as perhaps 

 the occasion demands, when the ancient 

 nebulous mass cooled and developed and 

 grew into this world as we know it today, 

 not even evolution in the process or the 

 study could ever separate the poetry of 

 living gi'owth from its prose. There are no 

 separate shelves in life nor in human hearts ; 

 for over all this fair earth people thrill to 

 sunsets and babies' eyes, and orchards in 

 bloom and stars in the sky at night, wliile 

 women evei'ywhere sing to their children, 

 and men go even into battle with a song on 

 their lips. Are you not glad it is so, dear 

 people, scientific and unscientific? And 

 you who love bees, will any one of you 

 handle your frames less carefully or intro- 

 duce your queens less skillfully, or sell your 

 honey less profitably, or go into winter 

 quarters with an ounce less packing around 

 your hives, because you have been a " great 

 lover " of the poetry of swift silken wing-s 

 shining in the sun? or because you have let 



