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bon tt'tinililiiiidi' ;is a substitute for carbon 

 bisulphide as a fuiui^aut aijainst wax moths, 

 I now write to tell you that our exi)erinients 

 so far have been entirely unsuccessful. Hives 

 containing wax moths in all stages of de- 

 velopment were tiered up and treated to 

 the fumes of the tetrachloride by exposing 

 a few ounces of the liquid in a pie tin in a 

 covered empty body at the top of the tier. 

 The millers were always observed to leave 

 the lower regions of the enclosed space and 

 collect at the top under the cover, but none 

 were seen to die nor temporarily to be over- 

 come by the fumes. 



This procedure was then repeated, with 

 the difference that the pie tin containing 

 the tetrachloride was placed upon the iip- 

 turned face of a hot flatiron, thus vaporizing 

 the chemical rapidly. Xo moths were found 

 dead after 12 hours, but they had left the 



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lower space and had coMoctt'd just under- 

 neath the coxer. 



There is no reason to iloubt that wax 

 moths could be drowned in the fumes of 

 carbon tetrachloride, provided they could be 

 held in them long enough; but the relative- 

 ly high boiling point and high molecular 

 weight both predict the difficulty of secur- 

 ing Vapid enough evaporation to fill the up- 

 per portions of the enclosure before the gas 

 all leaks out thru cracks at the bottom. Ex- 

 periments so far conducted would lead to 

 the belief that if carbon tetrachloride is 

 over successfully used as a fumigant it will 

 have to be inside some specially prepared 

 . tank or vat which shall prevent loss of 

 fumes by leakage. 



I am convinced that the bisulphide is 

 quicker and more positive in action, that it 

 is more simply used, and that it is cheaper. ' ' 



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The Bee Inspector. — By Bill Mellvir 



(With Aimlosrips to Walt M;i,son.) 



A young inspector came around and says 

 to me: "Now. Hill, I found some brood dis- 

 eases up the crick; it's all around you good 

 and thick. The pupae in old Jake Smith's 

 hives Ijy thousands daily lose their lives; 

 Bacillus larvae eats them raw, which is 

 against our new state law. The larvae at 

 Joe Simpson 's jilaci' are turning yellow in 

 the face; Bacillus pluton's in their craw in 

 violation of the law. To north, to south, to 

 west, to east, these outlaw microbes daily 

 feast. I shall not tolerate such raw infringe- 

 ments on our new her law. So every dog- 

 goned rusty jay who harbors bee-disease a 

 day is sure to get it in the neck for violat- 

 ing law, by heck! I shall compel them to 

 obey the dictates of the law today. Enforce- 

 ment of the law's the thing to clean the 

 country up by jing. " T reared right up on 

 my hind feet and said in words aglow with 



heat: ''Go back, young man, wIuto you came 

 from. Go back so fast your gears will hum. 

 Go back where wise guys chew their cud and 

 scratch their shining pates of wood. Go 

 tell your boss we do not need a lot of law 

 that's gone to seed. If you should force such 

 men as Dick or Tom or Harry — any hick — 

 they'll j)ut out combs rank with disease to 

 feed the germs to neighbor 's bees. Or if by 

 chance they don't get mad and put our busi- 

 ness to the bad, not knowing how the stuff to 

 cure, they'll spread the microbes swift and 

 sure. Go tell your highbrow boss to keep 

 his police home where they can't peep; then 

 send <a teacher down to bring some informa 

 tion on this thing. You can not drive 

 us hicks an inch by yelping law — now that 's 

 a cinch! But if they send a teacher bland, 

 we Ja\s will all rat t'roin his liaml.'" 



