AUGt'ST, 1917 



GLEANINGS IN BEE CULTURE 



QUEENS 



For Sale 



Redclover 3-band Italian queens; Root's, Moore's, 

 Davis,' extra-select sto<"k, mated with Geo. H. Hows' 

 famous select drones. I know none better for honey- 

 Kathering, wintering, beauty, etc. I guarantee 90 

 per cent pure mated if queens are returned to me. 

 Queens or money back in a reasonable time. No 

 foul brood, no bee disease ; apiaries inspected by 

 Mr. Rea and Prof. Franklin Sherman, Jr. Mr. Rea 

 is our bee inspector of this state. 



I can furnish bees in lots of 25, 50, and 100 

 pounds. I am in position to give prompt service 

 this season. My bees are of a famous foul-brood- 

 resisting strain. 



H. B. Murray . . Liberty, N. C. 



Queens of MOORE'S 

 STRAIN of Italians 



PRODUCE WORKERS 



That fill the super quick 

 With honey nice and thick. 

 They have won a world-wide reputation for 

 honey-gathering, hardiness, gentleness, etc. 

 Untested queens, $1.00; six, $5.00; 12, $9.00. 

 Select untested, $1.25; six, $6.00; 12, $11.00. 

 Safe arrival and satisfaction guaranteed. 

 Circular free. 



J. P. MOORE, 



= Queen-breede 



Route 1, MORGAN, KY. = 



Queens of Quality 



Select, three-banded, leather-color Ital- 

 ians — bred for honey production. . . 

 Untested queens, 75c each; 6, $4.25; 12, 

 $8.00. . . Descriptive circular free. 



J. I. Banks, Dowelltown, TeDnessee 

 Rhode Island Northern-bred Italian 



Queens, $1.00. Circular. 

 O. E. TULIP, ARLINGTON, RHODE ISLAND 



(~)TTp'Tr]VC Select Italians; bees by the pound; nuclei. 

 \f^^l^±JL^^ 1917 prices on request. Write 



J. B. Hollopeter 



Rockton, Pennsylvania 



SWARMING CONTROLLED 



If interested, address Charles Thompson, 

 Marion, Iowa, for information. 



AROUND THE OFFICE 



M.-A.-O. 



Tliere is a good deal sometimes in know- 

 ing- sometliing that isn't so. What leads 

 me to this sagacious observation is the fact 

 Ihat Mr. A. I. Root and I are quite general- 

 ly regarded as making a perfect 100 per 

 cent garden team — he knows all about it 

 and I know nothing — just zero. Add 'em 

 together, tho, and that makes 100 per cent, 

 doesn't it? But allthesamee he has just re- 

 cently taught me something about garden- 

 ing that puts me in an unshakable position 

 to .say that I know something that isn't so 

 about gardening, anyway. I tried to use 

 this newly acquired education the other 

 day, and now I and my poor little babies 

 have got to go without cucumbers and water- 

 melons this summer and without Hubbard 

 squash all next winter. You see it was 

 this way : " Uncle Amos " and I had been 

 conspiring in cahoots this spring and early 

 summer against the certain oncoming rav- 

 ages of the squash bug — that little yellow 

 and black-striped limb of Satan. Oh, he's 

 the meanest little puke of a garden bug on 

 the whole footstool ! You know him. Well, 

 we had discussed tobacco dust and wood 

 ashes and Killembug's slugshot, and flour, 

 and arsenate of lead, and mosquito netting, 

 etseterra, etseterra, etc. In due time, our 

 squash and melon vines hove in sight — and 

 so did the squash bug. In fact, he was 

 waiting when they hove. He also had his 

 coat and vest off, his sleeves rolled np, and 

 his teeth manicured when the first trusting 

 little squash vines poked the tip of them- 

 selves out into this cruel world. He took 

 the tips off and then sank shafts for the 

 roots. He also got'em, too — all tlie first 

 ones, before " Uncle Amos " and I got onto 

 him and got-a-goin'. Of course, we were 

 madder than the devil (" Uncle Amos " 

 didn't say that — get solid on that point, 

 for I'll get hauled up on it and can say I 

 explained it wasn't he that said it). As I 

 was saying, we were madder than the devil 

 ("Uncle Amos" didn't say it, remember), 

 and we began using thumb-and-forefinger 

 pincers on them, tobacco dust, poison and 

 choke stuff alot. The dingdanged squash 

 bug wasn't the only pebble in our gardens 

 when " Uncle Amos " and I finally got into 

 full action, and he needn't think he was — 

 nosiree. He was getting most of th(3 

 squash vines, but we were getting a few of 

 him and some revenge, occasionally, too. 

 He didn't always escape even if he did drop 

 off the edge of the leaf on sight at 40 rods — 

 not if we had got him filled up and dizzy 

 willi a half dozen kinds of poison, he didn't 



