GLEANINGS IN BEE CULTURE 



June, 1920 



"HEADS OF GRM?n i?f™iQ I DIFFERENT FIELDS 



How to Find To find or strain out 



a Black Queen. the queen with an ex- 



cluder, remove from 

 the brood-nest all combs except one of 

 biood, brushing off the bees to the bottom. 

 Put on the excluder, and above it put the 

 hive containing the combs of brood and hon- 

 ey that were taken from the brood-nest. 

 Nearly all the bees will go above, leaving 

 the queen and a few workers below, which 

 in an hour or two will be nicely located on 

 the comb of brood in the lower story. Then 

 the position of the hives is reversed, putting 

 the hive with the comb of brood, queen, etc., 



above where one can easily find the queen, 

 and then return the comb' of bees to the 

 bottom hive. There is no trouble finding a 

 black queen in this way. C. E. Corbett. 

 Currie, N. C. 



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The last word of the article, page 207, 

 April Gleanings, Dr. Kohn says, should read 

 "queens" instead of "bees." In his ex- 

 perience with package bees, he finds he loses 

 about 10 per cent of the queens, and rather 

 than to wait for more queens to arrive he 

 orders 10 per cent extra with the shipment. 

 If not needed, he uses them with nuclei. 



Out Apiaries.— By Bill Mellvir 



(With apologies to Walt Mason.) 



Nowadays we see the master In the api- 

 cultural art putting bees on many pastures, 

 sometimes forty miles apart. For he coaxes 

 them from swarming by the latest tricks of 

 trade; so the way they're now performing 

 leaves the old way in the shade. And he has 

 a choo-choo wagon made of bolts and tin 

 and rust, so we never see him laggin ' back 

 of horses in the dust. Oh! I see this modern 

 wizard teaching bees they must not swarm! 

 Say, it thrills me to the gizzard just to see 



to dater, olden times return to me when I 

 was a swarming hater as I shinned the tall- 

 est tree. Words then used I do not mention; 

 they would melt my faithful pen. How I 

 longed for swarm prevention which was not 

 invented then! To the outyard I'd go chas- 

 ing with an old horse pulling me, who could 

 spend the day in pacing thru the shade 

 of one beech tree. Oh! I wished I had a 

 motor and a highway that was fit when 

 old Dobbin was mv toter — cars were not in- 



this gent perform. Once a week he looks 

 things over, visits each aud every yard, 

 while the flow is on from clover and the bees 

 are working hard. Swarms now look to him 

 like fakers with their rush and roar and 

 hum. Swarming bees are mischief makers — 

 they're the bummest of the bum. Oh! the 

 soothing satisfaction of a mind at perfect 

 ease coming from such comely action of our 

 modern managed bees. As I watch an up 



vented yet. All my better years were 

 squandered chasing swarms and pushing 

 reins; down the weary way I wandered slow 

 as goose grease thru the lanes. Hail the 

 beeman up to datest who controls the swarm- 

 ing game! Hail the sturdj' motor latest 

 with its little tinny frame! Hail the high- 

 way smooth and tarry, of its dust and mud 

 deprived! Paths of beemen now are flowery. 

 Lo! beekeeping has arrived. 



