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GLEANINGS IN BEE CULTURE 



niglits. I will be very careful that nothing happens 

 to him. I hope the pullets and the other rooster are 

 as good as he is. 



As to my bunch (about 500 pullets) I am keeping 

 my head above water yet, but it gives me a chill 

 sometimes when I think if they should stop laying 

 and keep right on eating. When it comes to that 

 I shall have to feed them honey, of which I shall 

 have 3000 lbs. or more. 



Ella says, "Everything you get you feed to those 

 old hens;" but then, we ail have to ©at. 



Bradentown, Fla., Aug. 14. D. W. Abbott. 



Under date of Sept. 1, friend Abbott 

 writes as follows : 



Mr. A. I. Boot: — The rooster is doing finely. I 

 am still getting eggs enough to pay expenses. The 

 last batch of chicks, hatched in December, are com- 

 mencing to lay. 



Bradentown, Fla., Sept. 1. D. W. Abbott. 



I used a pint Mason fruit-jar to hold the 

 water for the young rooster, and I fixed a 

 little feed-box across one end of the basket 

 for the feed. Some poultry-netting with 

 one-inch mesh, about the size of the basket, 

 was put clear up under the handles; and 



then a strip of cotton cloth connected the 

 edge of the basket to the poultry-netting. 

 To cover the ragged edges of the poultry- 

 netting, a stout wire was put around the 

 outside edge. 



DEATH OF "lady EGLANTINE.-"^ 



We clip the following from the Cleveland 

 Press : 



poultry wonder is dead. 



Greensboro, Md., Sept. 13. — Lady Eglantine, the 

 wonder of the poultry world, is dead. The single- 

 comb White Leghorn laid 315 eggs in her pullet 

 year. She won every prize for which she competed. 



This is sad news indeed, not only for the 

 owner but for the poultry world at large. 

 I shall think more of my nine relatives than 

 ever before. And, by the way, is it not 

 possible that Lady Eglantine would have 

 lived longer if she had been " turned out to 

 grass " instead of being petted and fed 

 ''Pullman-car" style? 



TEMPERANCE 



ARE YOU READY TO " STAND UP AND BE 

 COUNTED " ? 



I think I have said one or more times, do 

 not vote for anj' man to be put in any ofiice 

 who is not ready to stand up and be count- 

 ed, and be counted on the side that demands 

 the death of King Alcohol. Election day is 

 not far off, and I am reminded of the mat- 

 ter by the opening article (given below) in 

 the September number of Good Health. 



PASSING OF A great DELUSION. 



King Alcohol is dying. 



After a desolating reign of many thousands of 

 years this greatest of all rulers of men has come 

 to his end, and, in the words of Holy Writ, "None 

 shall help him." 



For ages the whole world lay in bondage under 

 this merciless tyrant, which trampled to destruction 

 the souls and bodies of men, women, and little chil- 

 dren, desecrated every holy shrine of human affec- 

 tion and devotion, paralyzed every noble sentiment 

 and aspiration, transformed the divinest impulses 

 into beastliness, promoted every vice and every 

 crime, every form of disease and depravity, daubed 

 a blot upou the brain of its deluded victims, and 

 tilled the world with woe, degeneracy, and despair. 



For half a century this diabolical ruler has shown 

 symptoms of senility, and in recent years the trem- 

 bling hands and tottering limbs of the old monster 

 have shown that his days were numbered. 



The magic spell of alcohol is gone, never to return. 



The brilliant sunlight of modern science has driv- 

 en away the miasmatic fogs of error and ignorance 

 and the alcohol delusion is exposed as a ghastly 

 festering skeleton, dragged out of its closet. 



For ages alcohol has been lauded as a " good crea- 

 ture of God." Today everybody knows it as a 

 demon incarnate, without one redeeming quality. 



Medical authorities for ages commended alcohol as 

 a stimulant, an elixir of life; today the united voice 

 of half a million medical men thruout the civilized 

 world declares alcohol to be a narcotic, a vital de- 



pressant of no use in shock or weakness, but the 

 very opposite. 



The whiskj'-bottle no longer figures largely in the 

 first-aid outfit, except by its absence. 



This magic philter, which has made of millions 

 of domestic paradises veritable hells, peopled with 

 demons, has lost its " spell " over the minds of men. 

 The hoary-headed delusion has passed away, and 

 King Alcohol is tottering into his grave. 



Alcohol is already buried in twelve great states 

 that have placed prohibition laws upon their statute- 

 books. A score of other states are preparing to do 

 the same. 



In the present presidential campaign the alcohol 

 question looms up larger than ever. The Progres- 

 sive party put into its platform a prohibition plank. 

 The Prohibition party has nominated E.x-Governor 

 Hanly, of Indiana, to head its ticket, and will make 

 a strong campaign. 



Every man and every woman who casts a vote 

 this fall should vote for the prohibition candidate 

 for president if in sympathy with the prohibition 

 movement, no matter how he may vote on state or 

 local issues. This is an opportunity for the foes of 

 alcohol to stand up and be counted. A million 

 votes for prohibition would compel Congress to make 

 the question a national issue at once. If you are a 

 strong partisan in politics, a Republican or a Demo- 

 crat, then pair for prohibition. You will thus in- 

 scribe your name among the friends of prohibition 

 and will help in the good work of burying the stink- 

 ing carcass of old Bacchus — and without impairing 

 your favorite party interests. 



Pair for prohibition! 



SCANDINAVI.^NS AND THE LIQUOR TRAFFIC. 



Mr. Roy A. Thompson, a beekeeper of 

 Cedar Edge, Col., sends us the clipping 

 below, but does not tell what paper it comes 

 from : 



Richard Jones, a Minnesota state senator, and 

 very prominent in union labor circles, made a speech 

 the other night before the Scandinavian Socialist 



