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GLEANING.? IN BEE CULTURE 



September, 1917 



QUEENS 



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Prices on 1 to 10 queens, 60 cts. each 



" 11 to 25 queens, 55 cts. each 



" 26 to 100 queens, 50 cts. each 



100 to 1000 queens, 48 cts. each 



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By Return Mail 



Choice 



Italian Queens 



Each ... $ .75 Six $4.25 



Twelve . . 8.00 Twenty-five 15.00 



I J. B. Hollopeter, Rockton, Pa. | 



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retaining mulch — intensiva 

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Around the Office — Continued 



fracas, for he hadn 't been given a 

 chance. So it turns out that this para- 

 graph is dedicated to the henpeckers, -and 

 the henpecked of my country that should be 

 the land of the free, and the home of the 

 brave, husbands. My text, ' ' Don 't do it, ' ' 

 is found in the first and one thousandth 

 chapter of life and all the chapters in be- 

 tween. The particular chapter I now refer 

 to was written yesterday right where I am 

 now sitting. A whale of a big, florid-faced 

 woman and a little pollywog of a sailer man 

 wrote it. She appeared unexpectedly at my 

 door to refresh herself out of the deep springs 

 of my apicultural information, leading this 

 little bit of a man — or, rather, concealing 

 him behind her ample self. She came like a 

 steer thru the corn, head and tail both up. 

 He came pattering. She was some, too, I 

 want to tell you. About 200 pounds, I would 

 guess. He about 108. Her lower jaw was 

 set and firm like the Tock of ages — it had 

 had a lot of exercise. His was small and 

 retreating. It had had mightly little ex- 

 ercise. Her eye was filled with the 

 light of battle — his was like a dead chick- 

 en 's. She was bull-throated. He had a 

 nock like the stem of a wilted Hubbard 

 squash vine. She had a voice like an echo in 

 Mammoth Cave. He had one like a slight 

 draft of wind around a gas jet. She could 

 look you in the eye and challenge you to 

 battle without a spoken word. He couldn 't 



