Deoember, 1920 



GLEANINGS IN BEE CULTURE 



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HEADS OF GRAIN T iPWQ a DIFFE RE NT FIELDSl Q 



liable men and have known of one case our- 

 selves. Even Cheshire spoke of the possi- 

 bility of bees' moving eggs from one cell to 

 another. And as long ago as 1885, in the 

 September Gleanings, following a report of 



an egg apparently stolen from another hive, 

 A. I. Eoot said that quite a number of such 

 cases had been reported in which it was 

 very hard to explain where the egg came 

 from, unless it was stolen. — Editor.] 



The Obstructionist. By Bill Mellvir 



(AVilli Apoloirics to Walt Mason.) 



I know an old-time rusty hick, who thinks 

 he's beastly clever. He thinks he knows the 

 latest trick and is the slickest ever. He's 

 known it all these forty years. His dome is 

 badly swollen with knowledge which this old 

 cheese fears might some day all be stolen. 

 If others knew the tricks of trade with this 

 old duffer trusted, there 'd be such scads of 

 honey made, the market would be busted. 

 And so he keeps his precious kinks from 

 Tom and Dick ^nd Harry, till now the stuff 

 he knows, by jinks, is more than he can 

 carry. He always kicks like forty steers at 

 any bee-instruction and thinks lie 's saved 

 us all these years from ruin and destruction. 

 He keeps a study of our craft from being 

 taught in college. He serves as watchdog for 

 our raft by stifling spread of knowledge. 



And when we beemen have a meet or hold a 

 big convention, he tries to throw us off our 

 feet by starting some contention. He likes 

 to rag us from the stump until he's in a 

 lather and says we're going to the dump 

 where all the bow-wows gather. Oh, this old 

 kicker is a nut with fly-wheel backward 

 turning. He's in a measly little rut: his 

 gears are idly churning. He can not stop the 

 caravan of progress swiftly gliding. He's 

 now a tin-horn also ran, with has-beens he's 

 abiding. For when he parked beside the road 

 to block the whole procession, his knowledge, 

 ah! that mighty load, soon slipped from his 

 possession. One can not keep right up to date 

 while so much knowledge hiding, for Wisdom 

 seeks the helpful skate who's in the front 

 rank riding. 



