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THE BEE-KEEPERS' REVIEW 



AN EDITOR'S LIFE. 



It is Full of Labors and Cares, but His 

 Journal Shows his Character. 



Green's Fruit Grower has a depart- 

 ment called "The Editor's Talk with 

 his Readers." In g-lancing- over this 

 department in a recent issue, my atten- 

 tion was attracted by the following 

 paragraphs : — 



The work of the editor is continuous 

 and never ending until he is dead and 

 buried. The fact is recognized by the 

 words, "editorial harness." Editors 

 are recognized as wearing a harness. I 

 go to iny office every morning with my 

 pockets full of memorandums and inter- 

 esting notes or clippings and at once 

 sit down in an attempt to arrange and 

 prepare them for publication, and while 

 I am doing this and dictating edito- 

 rials, clerks come in from the various 

 departments and pile upon my desk 

 numerous letters and communications, 

 or box after box of fruits for which 

 names are desired, until my desk looks 

 much like a museum of curiosities, and 

 when the noon hour arrives I am often 

 tco fatigued to eat my dinner. Some 

 of these letters coming to my desk ask 

 about the vital questions of health, 

 domestic or financial troubles, while 

 another may a&k advice about the sick 

 rooster of a man in Wisconsin, an 

 ailing plum tree in Idaho, or a man 

 suffering from an incurable cancer. 



The editor's character and disposi- 

 tion and energy and his verj' life goes 

 into his publication. Green's Fruit 

 Grower is a part of its editor. It 

 could not exist as it is without its 

 editor as he is. If the editor is dis- 

 posed to be helpful, this fact will be 

 plainly seen by the appreciative reader, 

 if the editor is a fighter, a man given 

 to quarreling, that fact will be made 

 evident also. If the editor has artistic 

 feelings, is humanitarian or philan- 

 trophic, these facts will become appar- 

 ent. It is for these reasons that the 

 reader comes to have confidence in the 

 editor of his favorite journal and looks 

 upon him almost as a father. 



Many products show the character- 

 istics of the hand or brain that pro- 



duced them, but none more so than the 

 newspaper or journal — it is as truly a 

 part of its editor, and shows his char- 

 acter as clearly, yes, more clearly, 

 then does his face. Let me read a 

 journal a year, and I will know its 

 editor better than I do m3' next door 

 neighbor. 



FEEDING BEES. 



Some Points in Regard to Feeding Them 

 in Cold Weather. 



In a late issue of Gleanings I find 

 the following editorial: — 



If you have neglected to feed j'our 

 bees, avoid giving them feed in cool 

 weather during the day. If the 

 weather is too chilly for the bees to 

 venture out, it is a sad mistake to force 

 them out into the open air by giving 

 them a big feed during daylight hours. 

 The feed should be given at night, or 

 at least when it is so dark that no bees 

 will rush out. If feeding is to be done 

 during the day, let it be practiced 

 when the atmosphere is warm, other- 

 wise there will be a tremendous loss of 

 bees that fly out and become chilly, un- 

 able to get back. 



As the years go by, I am more and 

 more inclined to admit that a man 

 may be correct, even though his ex- 

 perience differs from mine. 



I well know that in warm weather, 

 if bees are given food when they are not 

 accustomed to receiving it, they will 

 make a grand rush for out-of-doors, if 

 it is daylight. For this reason I much 

 prefer to give bees their first feed in the 

 evening after it is too dark for them 

 to fly. 



Now then, we, brother and I, have 

 been feeding bees this last fall after the 

 weather was cool, too cool for the bees 

 to fly, and there was none of this rush- 

 ing out into the open air that Bro. 

 Root speaks of. The sugar that we 



