Gleanings in bee culture . es, and sandy hair, soon proved to boa good talker, with a brain working likechain lightning. He talked bees and so-cialism, telling of the initiative, referen-dum, and recall in Switzerland, and otherphases of the socialist movement too nu-merous to ri^^iition. He was the first so-cialist I had ever met. A graduate of Wis-consin, coming out west to practice law,and bringing fifty colpiiies of bees Avithhim, such was and is Mr. W. P. Collins,now president of the Colorado State Bee-keepers Association. He has increased hisbeekeeping interests, and still practices lawo
Gleanings in bee culture . es, and sandy hair, soon proved to boa good talker, with a brain working likechain lightning. He talked bees and so-cialism, telling of the initiative, referen-dum, and recall in Switzerland, and otherphases of the socialist movement too nu-merous to ri^^iition. He was the first so-cialist I had ever met. A graduate of Wis-consin, coming out west to practice law,and bringing fifty colpiiies of bees Avithhim, such was and is Mr. W. P. Collins,now president of the Colorado State Bee-keepers Association. He has increased hisbeekeeping interests, and still practices lawon the side, and Avorks in socialist propa-ganda at all times. Mr. Collins is a fast worker, as any onewill soon realize who Avorks with him for aday. His system of Avork is to do the mostimportant thing as it comes to hand. Iwant to tell a story, that may have groAvn byretelling before it reached my ears. Oneday during honey harA-est our sandy-hairedfriend brouuht in a load of lioncA, unhitcji- 492 GLEANINGS TN BEE CULTURE. An outdoor colony in the top of a turpentine tree. Photographed by W. HNixon, Manning River. From V. J. Everingham. ed, put out the team, and went to supijer some one over town calledhim up on the phone and asked to see himon a matter of business. Mr. Collins metthe appointment, and did not return untilabout eleven-thirty, when he thought of thatload of honey still on the wagon, and thatanother load must be brought in on themorrow. So he began carrying in the hon-ey. An elderly widow living close by sawdimly in the faint moonlight a figure goingin and out of the honey-house. Thinkingthat a thief was at work she called np po-lice headquarters. Two patrol men camedown and caught the thief with the goodson, hustled him otf to headquarters, wavingaside his protestations as ridiculous that hewas the owner liimself. An amusing andcommon sight toBoulder residents isthat of Mr. Collins,clad in white coat,shirt, and trousers(his regular apiarytogs) ridi
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