Toilers and Idlers of the Shining Hours 



lay up his stock in such shape as to 

 tempt the cupidity of men, but farm 

 boys know that the bag of honey he 

 carries home is the very essence of the 

 choicest flowers. We used to catch 

 and kill them just to rob them of the 

 hard-earned fruits of their innocent 

 labors. Why do boys have the killing 

 lust so highly developed, anyhow? 



Down in Congress the other day, in 

 the course of a rather rancorous debate, 

 one member, an old hand at the 

 business, said that his opponent — 

 a new member of the House — re- 

 minded him of a "bumble bee" that 

 is "always biggest when first hatched." 

 I do not know whether that old guards- 

 man was up on the natural history of 

 the bee or not. I have not cared to 

 fumble with their nests myself, so I 

 can neither affirm nor deny this state- 

 ment in reference to the early life of 

 baby bumble. 



Everybody loves a cricket. I can- 

 not say much for his gait, or that of 



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