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FOLLOWING THE BEE LINE 
I felt a lively and sympathetic understanding of 
a recent experience of a friend, Mr. G. A. True. He 
had volunteered to help me during a short period 
of time with the occasional heavy lifting of hives 
in my work. I had accepted his offer with some 
hesitation as I knew the psychological effect of 
gratuitous stings on “outsiders.” I did not wish our 
friendship impaired. 
The inevitable happened—but not, I am glad to 
say, the breaking of friendship—later he sent me 
the following verse which explains what occurred. 
Not written after the style of the Italian poet or of 
Dryden, but nevertheless very apt! 
The Terrified Man —To the Terrifying Bee 
I \now you re just a little bee, and oh so very gentle. 
But when you're near, sometimes you'll hear words 
not used in a temple. 
If you want to hear pure English used, in poetry or 
prose, 
Just ma\e a social call and drop upon some fellows' 
nose. 
And when his tears have ceased to flow, and his nose 
has ceased to swell, 
You'll hear him say in a casual way, “I wish you 
ere in — well—your bee hivel" 
