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G L E A N T N S IN BEE CULTURE 



The father, liowever, remembering the many 

 cases in whicli he had seen, or known of 

 wonderful answers to prayer in such crises, 

 bejjan praying. In fact, he told me that lie 

 never prayed for anything in this world as 

 he (lid that the dear wife and motlier might 

 coine to life in spite of what the doctors 

 said. And she did finally commence breath- 

 ing, and in due time became so robust and 

 strong that they began to consider once 

 more the matter of another child; and I 

 think the godly father and mother made it 

 a subject of prayer that, if it was the 

 Lord's will, they might have a boy in the 

 family as well as a girl. And here is where 

 the matter of surgery comes in. They said 

 if the same dangerous symptoms should re- 

 cur as in years before, Avhen she approached 

 childbirth there was a way* in whicli the 

 little one could be brought into the world, 

 aside from the old orthodox plan adopted 

 since humanity began, and, I might say, 

 since the time of Adam and Eve. Your fam- 

 ily physician can explain to you all about 

 it in detail. The unpleasant and dangerous 

 symptoms did appear, and a skillful surgeon 

 was employed. The little ' ' Eootlet ' ' was a 

 year old yesterday, Oct. 20; and it is my 

 pleasure to give you a picture of him. 



David Root, who came into the world by the help 

 of modern surgery instead of nature's way. 



While we were in Florida last winter 

 Huber wrote something in regard to the 

 new baby that I did not preserve; but, so 

 far as I can recall, it was something like 

 this: 



"If we are ever given glimjises of wliat 

 heaven is like while we are here on tiiis 



■'f'aesarean section. 



earth, my experience would indicate that 

 these glimpses come in the way of the an- 

 gelic smiles which the little one gives us 

 when it first begins to recognize its fatiier 

 and mother." 



David Root was born Oct. 20, 1921. His 

 grandmother lioot 's death was on Nov. 28, 

 1921. On the very day she died — in fact, 

 not many minutes before her death — she 

 went down to our colored man Wesley who 

 was working in the garden and showed him 

 two pictures of the baby. These pictures 

 had just been received. The last letter tliat 

 she ever wrote to the dear children was 

 dated Nov. 21; and after she hud finished 

 her letter she added a postscript as below: 



P. S. — Kiss little darling "Dave" for his grand- 

 mother Root. Love to all. 



It gives me great i^leasure to add that 

 the mother suffered little or no pain at all, 

 and has been in excellent health ever since; 

 and furthermore, the bright and robust baby 

 has never been side a day in his life. He 

 and his grandfather are on most excellent 

 terms; and I suppose it is no more than a 

 matter of course that I should regard him 

 as the brightest and prettiest and most per- 

 fect baby I ever saw. When he gives me one 

 of his magnificent smiles and shows his rows 

 of beautiful, new pearly teeth, I can almost 

 say what Huber said in the letter he wrote 

 us. 

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The Starving Victims of the Atrocious Turks. 



Just as soon as your eyes strike this, and if 

 you can, get a copy of the Literary Digest for 

 Oct. 21. 1922. Half a million of poor honest and 

 innocent people, mostly women and children, are 

 starving and dying with their homes burned to 

 the ground by the awful Turks. The Literary 

 Digest has advanced $176,000 for a boatload of 

 provisions to stay off starvation for a brief period. 

 The Y. M. C. A., the Y. W. C. A., as well as the 

 Red Cross, are doing their utmost to help, and 

 the President of the United States is backing it 

 all. Every little helps. Do what you can for 

 these suffering people, and God will reward you. 

 Later: I now notice the Red Cross has two mil- 

 lions to feed the starving, and if more is needed 

 it will be forthcoming. Surely a better world is 

 in sight. 



A Kind Word from the Farm Journal. 



With the exception of two young ladies who 

 Ijreceded me in The Farm Journal, I am now the 

 oldest associate of my Uncle AVilmer Atkinson in 

 the business. One of the first things I learned was 

 the interest, co-operation and good will of A. I. 

 Root towards The Farm Journal, and to return this 

 has been a guiding principle of this office all the 

 time. We never lose a chance to speak a good 

 word for Gleanings and the good people who are 

 back of it. 



I remember yeafs 20 ago W. Atlee Burpee, a 

 seedsman of great ability in many lines, told mo 

 there were only two papers of the many hundreds 

 which he received at his office every week which 

 he took home with him — they were Gleanings in 

 Bee Culture and The Farm Journal; and the rea- 

 son he took them home, he says, was they had 

 "souls" to them. 



I am much obliged for your letter for making 

 electricity out of wind, and some of our editors 

 will undoubtedly be able to use this. 



I hope you are enjoying the good health of 

 four score years, a fitting crown of an active use- 

 ful life. 



With best wishes, Chas. F. Jenkins, 



of The Farm Journal. 



Philadelphia. Pa.. Aug. 1.5, 1922. 



