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AMERICAN BEJ£ JOURNAL. 



I began bee-keeping with four colonies. 

 Oh, the enthusiasm of that first year 

 with the bees ! I think that I learned 

 to recognize every comb in my little api- 

 ary. The bees were in the American 

 hive. The bodies were painted white 

 and then "marblized" by moving a smo- 

 king lamp under the paint while it was 

 fresh. Each cap was painted a different 

 color. The hives stood four feet apart 

 in a row. On the south of each hive 

 vvere planted three or four sunflowers 

 for shade. The marblized hives with 

 their different-colored covers nestling 

 in under the green leaves of the sun- 

 flowers surmounted with their great yel- 

 low blossoms formed a picture that will 

 ever linger in the memory. 



To a distance of six feet in front of 

 the hives the turf was removed, a la 



" W. Z." at 18. 



Boardman. Every few mornings I swept 

 the ground in front of the hives with a 

 broom. I did this early in the morning 

 for I really didn't want to be laughed at 

 about it. I made $60 profit from the 

 bees that season. 



How did I come to start the Review ? 

 Well, as I advanced in knowledge of 

 bee-keeping, I was often struck with the 

 amount of matter that was published 

 from which it seemed there was little 

 information to be extracted. At this 

 time I was also reading the Rural New 

 Yorker. It occasionally gave special 

 numbers just the same as the Review 

 has been doing. From these sources 

 came the idea of making the Review 

 what it is. For at least three or four 

 years before beginning the publication 

 of the Review, I had its publication in 

 mind, and was planning for the work. 

 Owing to the poor seasons and sickness 

 that have come since the Review was 

 started, I have seen many times when it 

 seemed as though I had come up square- 

 ly against a stone wall, but I kept on 

 going, and at last the "stones " would 



tumble this way and that, and I would 

 go on again. 



We do not remember the exact date 

 when we first met Bro. Hutchinson, but 

 it must have been at least eight years 

 ago, when he came to Chicago to attend 

 a bee-keepers' convention. 



The Review is doubtless Bro. Hutch- 

 inson's best work, being the result of 

 years of patient and laborious toiling, 

 and planning, and at times overcoming 

 of seemingly insurmountable difficulties. 

 But he has finally gained the victory, as 

 is clearly shown by the following item, 

 taken from a recent number of the 

 Flint Globe : 



A FLOURISHING INSTITUTION. 



W. Z. Hutchinson, publisher of the 

 Bee-Keepers' Revieiv, in the First Ward, 

 has had his printing-office in what was 

 originally a family bedroom in his house. 

 He is just now finishing a room in the 

 west wing of the house, 26x18 feet, on 

 the first floor, which he will use for his 

 work-room and office. It is well lighted 

 and easy of access, and well adapted to 

 thepurposesfor which it is intended. Mr. 

 Hutchinson sets the type for the Review 

 himself, but the press-work is done in 

 the Olobe office. It is now recognized 

 as among the leading apiarian publica- 

 tions in the United States, and its finan- 

 cial success is no longer a problem. It 

 is a periodical that reflects' credit on 

 Flint, and stamps Mr. Hutchinson one 

 of the best authorities on bee-cultUre in 

 this country. 



Of course Bro. H. needs no introduc- 

 tion to the older readers of the Bee 

 Journal, for many of them have met 

 him at conventions, or at Fairs where 

 he delights to capture cash prizes and 

 the highest premiums offered for honey 

 and bee exhibits. 



Mr. H. is the father of four lovely 

 daughters— Nora, Cora, Ivy and Fern— 

 the youngest of which is a little less 

 than a year old — a "golden-haired, violet- 

 gray-eyed baby " — and we think its papa 

 considers it the little " queen" of the 

 family. No doubt it rules, and its every 

 demand is granted without question. 



"Bees and Honey" — see page 3. 



