PUBLISHED EVERY WEEK 



AT $1.00 PER ANNUM. 



35th Year. 



CHICAGO, ILL., APRIL 18, 1895. 



No. 16. 



Dot's a Pee in Your Fonnet. 



BY MKS. E. R. B. 



I goes me out unto my little hive 



Shust as prave as a corporal's guard, 

 With a shmile on my face I save for mine 

 wife 

 Vhen I try not to look very schkared. 

 What you tink ? Dot bees meet me at the 

 door — 

 Thousan' hiss, thousan' pinch, thousan' 

 sass. 

 Und de more I shump and de more I roar 

 Und de more I roll me on the grass — 



Ho. dot's a pee in your ponnet ! 



Ho, dot's one on your sight ! 

 0«e pee. mine friend ? Dare' s fifty a minute ! 



Dare's swarms ! and dey means to unite ! 



Veil, it kool down shome, and she laugh, 

 mine vife, 



Und she say, when dey shwell me all over — 

 " It'sshust pecause when you go todot hive. 



You furi/utx to take along de paper — 

 De pig leetle book dot the honey-man sells, 



Mit those hive dis side of his fence — 

 Und dill you do, den you shump and yell 



Dill you don't know where to commence." 



Ho, dot's a pee in your ponnet ! 



Ho, dot's one on your sight ! 

 One pee, mine friend ? Dare's fifty a minute ! 



Dare's swarms ! and dey means to unite ! 



Who is tends dose pees ? Mine vife, mine 

 friend — 



Mine vife and mine vife's dear mother. 

 What you tink by de looks doze pees pretend 



Doze wimmins vas as swheet as der clover. 

 But dough /paid for dot out-west pook, 



It's shust de shame way mit de pees, 

 Und I climb de fence mit a shide-long look, 



Vhile dey sof 'ly laugh and call doze geeze — 



Ho, dot's a pee in your ponnet, etc. 



"What Shall "We Do for the Future ? 



BY ED JOLLEY. 



What will the bee-keepers do 



In twenty or thirty years hence, 

 With the slaughter of forests and forage — 



The nectar supply will come whence ? 

 Our basswood is fast disappearing, 



The clover gives way to the grain, 

 The woodman spares not in his havoc — 



Soon little that yields will remain. 



The sources of yore are thinned down, 



Soon little or naught will be left, 

 Unless we wake up to our duty 



Of honey we'll surely be bereft. 

 Then Duty is calling us, friends, 



'Tis pointing the way out ahead ; 

 We must fill up the gaps that are growing, 



Before what we have are all dead. 



Bees Workiny on the Willow Bloom. 



Take slips of the basswood and plant them 



Along on the hillside and dell. 

 In fence-rows, corners and places 



Wherever you think they'll do well. 

 Sow catnip around on the rough lands, 



In the crags of the rocks on the hill. 

 By roadside, and brooks in the meadows, 



And places too rough for to till. 



Plant asters about in the marshes. 



Sow Alsike abroad in your flields — 

 It will pay you well for its fodder. 



Besides the fine honey it yields. 

 Sweet clover put out in the pasture. 



And along by the wayside and stream ; 

 And the ills that now threaten our future 



Will pass away much like a dream. 



