GLEANINGS IN BEE CULTURE 



JuLV, 1921. 



men like myself. Since prohibition has 

 gone into effect we are told that milk is 

 largely taking the ])lace of beer. I have 

 frequently noticed, and mentally thanked 

 (lod to see men in the cities, doing hard 

 nuiscnlar work, rush into a grocery, perhaps 

 where they used to get beer, and get a bot- 

 tle of milk. Just think of the difference! 

 The brewers used to try to make us believe 

 that beer was liquid bread. But I think 

 that pretty much everybody knows just now 

 that there is no bread about it. It is not 

 food at all. Some years ago I started to 

 get up one morning; but as soon as I 

 straightened up on my feet I felt so dizzy 

 that I had to lie down'again. I tried sev- 

 eral times, but it was no use. Mrs. Eoot 

 had been up some time, and had made some 

 hot coffee. I suggested that a drink would 

 perhaps do me good. Somehow I tried it 

 without milk. It did not help me a par- 

 ticle. As she usuall.y drinks tea I suggested 

 that perhaps the tea would help. Like the 

 coffee, it did not do a mite of good. Then 

 I thought of milk, and took perhaps a tea- 

 cupful, sipping it slowly. The milk hit the 

 spot, straight and sure. What I needed was 

 nourishment. Tea and coffee were not nour- 

 ishment at all — simply stimulants that did 

 harm rather than good. When the whole 

 wide world can be fully educated and en- 

 lightened to the advantages of milk over 

 stinudants of any sort we shall be well on 

 the way toward the glad time when the new 

 heavens and the new earth will be ushered 

 in. 



Now, there are going to be two parts to 

 this Home paper. The above is part one. 

 Part two is something I saw in the Cleve- 

 land Plain Dealer a few days ago. The 

 story is rather too long to copy, and so I 

 will give my own version. A soldier had 

 long been in the hospital, and I think that 

 he and his friends had for some time de- 

 spaired of his ever getting up. He was sud- 

 denly taken worse, and a particular friend 

 of his — an army official — was notified that 

 his friend would probably not live more 

 than 15 minutes, and that if he wanted to 

 see him before he died he would have to 

 drop everything and hurry up. This titled 

 friend of his of course dropped everything 

 and rushed to the bedside. The poor fel- 

 low thought his time was near; and when 

 asked if there was anything he wanted, 

 what do you think he saidf He replied 

 that he wanted some buttermilk. 



"Why, haven't you been having butter- 

 milk when you wanted it?" 



"No. The doctor and the nurse both de- 

 clared that in my condition it would be 

 very dangerous. ' ' 



"In your condition! Why, bless your 

 soul, if a man is going to die \n 15 minutes 

 what difference does it make what he has?" 

 Then he continued: 



"I will get you some buttermilk just as 

 soon as possible, and I want you to take no- 

 tice that vou mn>^t live until I get it." 



The waiter who was sent for it came 

 back, saying there was none to be had any- 

 where in the neighborhood. But this man 

 of authority replied with vehemence: 



' ' This poor sick soldier is going to have 

 some buttermilk, no matter what it costs. 

 How far do you have to go for it?" 



They said there was none to be had 

 nearer than 22 miles. 



"Well, you all get busy. Hunt up the 

 fastest automobile there is in the camp, ami 

 go over and get that buttermilk and hustle 

 back. It is a matter of life and death. ' ' 



In due time the buttermilk came. It was 

 more than 15 minutes, but the patient was 

 not dead. I think the great energy of his 

 long-time friend, the general whom he had 

 been in the habit of obeying, had much to 

 do with keeping him uj). He stayed right 

 by the patient. He gave him a little sip at 

 first. A few minutes later he gave a little 

 more. When that baby drank a big glass 

 of milk it made me think of the poor sol- 

 dier. Did the buttermilk kill him as the 

 doctor and nurse said it would? Bless your 

 heart, no. It was the very nourishment 

 that old Dame Nature had been calling for. 

 By the way, this story I am telling you is 

 rather tough on our doctors and nurses, 

 and our hospitals as well. I wonder if that 

 could have been a place where these "old 

 relics ' ' still exist, that give rum and whisky 

 to a sick or dying man. The buttermilk 

 acted on this poor run-down soldier exactly 

 as the milk acted in my case. During the 

 next 24 hours the patient drank half a gal- 

 lon — of course at intervals. He is now alive 

 and well. Instead of dying in 15 minutes, 

 he did not die at all. 



"Butter and honey shall he eat, that he 

 may know to refuse the evil and choose 

 the good." I am told that in the Bible the 

 word butter is only another word for clab- 

 bered or butter milk. 



I shall be glad if this Home pajjcr shall 

 stir up the people to a better knowledge of 

 the fact that milk, including its different 

 forms, such as buttermilk, cheese, etc., is 

 oftentimes better medicine than anything 

 the drugstores or the doctors can furnish. 

 If you declare, as I have many times done, 

 that milk does not agree with you, follow 

 the example of the little girl and sip it 

 slowly. Take half a tumblerful or two 

 glasses as she did; and I think the example 

 in the way of diet, and other things that 

 these little ones set before us, will be, many 

 times nearer right, and a safer guide than 

 some of the great writers and teachers in 

 the matter of health. 

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THE HUBAM CLOVER. 



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Some of our reailers will doubtless recall 

 the fact that in Gleanings for July 1, 1915, 

 pages 5.36 and 537, I gave two pictures of 

 a new sweet clover. It was a large plant 



