March, 1921 



GLEANINGS IN BEE CULTURE 



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HEADS OF GRAI N1I?™m " DIFFERENT FIELDS 



Moth Larvae It might be of interest to 

 in Winter. those wlio have frames of 



honey or comb stored where it 

 is warm enough for moths to exist, to exam- 

 ine them occasionally. 



Several supers of frames of comb con- 

 taining quite a little clover honey were sul- 

 phured and stored away for spring feeding, 

 if found necessary. They were placed near 

 the furnace in the cellar. Smelling the fresh 

 honey quite fragrantly today, I was under 

 the impression that perhaps mice had in 

 some way gained admittance to the supers, 

 but found instead quite a few moth millers 

 and worms. Several frames had been cut up 

 quite a little. Upon placing these frames out 

 in the cold the worms and live millers be- 



came cold and stiff and appai'ently dead. 

 These frames will have to be sulphured again 

 before being put in back in the cellar. I be- 

 lieve any who have frames stored under sim- 

 ilar conditions, even if these had been pre- 

 viously treated to destroy moths, should ex- 

 amine them occasionally. These frames had 

 been stored away from the cold to prevent 

 the honey from candying. I do not remember 

 having ever read of such an occurrence in 

 any of our magazines, nor have I heard anv 

 verbal comment. Where did these moths 

 come from, and how did they get in? The 

 frames had been stored in the cellar all this 

 time, and the moths had apparently been 

 there only a week or so. A. H. Clagg. 

 Bellefontaine, 0., Jan. 17, 1921. 



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Bees in His 



' ' Truth is stranger than fiction, ' ' and bee 

 stories are sometimes stranger than fish 

 stories. _ 



It was a wet and gloomy day in the fore 

 part of August. The outdoors was not very 

 inviting to either man or bees. Consequently 

 my bees were hanging pretty close to their 

 hives, and I was doing likewise to my shack. 

 As evening began to encroach upon the day 

 (like some beekepers do upon another 's ter- 

 ritory) I began to feel melancholy. 



No wonder, then, all alone in the wilder- 

 ness as I was, that I turned to my phono- 

 graph for solace. There it was in the cor- 

 ner; at least there was the top of it peering 

 above a conglomeration of Danz. supers, hive 

 bodies, and Hoffman fiaiiies. Ton minutes" 



Phonograph 



work cleared this away and saw me drinking 

 in the music as it poured forth from the 

 latest records. 



I leaned back in my chair and puffed con- 

 tentment from my pipe. A new record, 

 ' ' When the Bees Are Makin ' Honey, ' ' was 

 beginning to grind. It wasn't very appropri- 

 ate for the day, as I soon found out. 



Ping, ping! First on the nose; then above 

 •the left eye; one on the right ear; two on 

 the chin, and I lost count. It was a real live 

 record, but the bees did not approve of it. 

 Some day during the clover flow the little 

 varmints must have swarmed in thru my 

 open window and lodged in the sound box 

 of my phonograph. 



Lansing, Iowa. Ben Kelleher. 



Ben Kelleher Jloved Out — Promptly-. 



