. American bee journal. Bee culture; Bees. the Magic Girl, he discarded the promised classics and improvised on the piano the wierd things our beans had done to their dog, while the lat- ter continued to howl its own version of the affair. But only with the serving of the amber mead was Frau Clara fully convinced. She grew con- fidential. It seemed she had always lived in a "beeg city, Vienna," had never owned pets, except "von leetle cheeken," and she would so love to have some beans, for "such good drink" she "nevair" tasted, so much, "what you ca
. American bee journal. Bee culture; Bees. the Magic Girl, he discarded the promised classics and improvised on the piano the wierd things our beans had done to their dog, while the lat- ter continued to howl its own version of the affair. But only with the serving of the amber mead was Frau Clara fully convinced. She grew con- fidential. It seemed she had always lived in a "beeg city, Vienna," had never owned pets, except "von leetle cheeken," and she would so love to have some beans, for "such good drink" she "nevair" tasted, so much, "what you call? Keek" (kick.) It was the next morning that Frau Clara appeared, wraith-like, in my apiary to tell me that their garden was full of beans, and Would I give her a box like mine, "so they go in?" I handed over the hive just prepared for my own use in the artificial swarming project, and, like a true beeman, abandoned work to be in at the Counting the few remaining "Beat (Photo by John R. Douglass) When I arrived the bees had been settled in a cluster on the limb of a young fruit tree, presumably by the rhythmic torn torn of the valiant Professor, who still knelt just be- neath, the baby grand having been temporarily replaced with dishpan and hammer, "so like old countree," and his concert attire, apparently for the garb of a hobo. The bees were indeed yellow and of a rare, though singularly familiar shade. I examined them more close- ly, then hastened back to my apiary and opened the hive containing the new queen. My suspicions were cor- rect. She was gone, together with most of her subjects, whether swarmed, absconded, abdicated, or merely enticed by the witchery of Herr Professor's music, was of small matter. It was the thought of my finest colony at that moment being made comfortable in my neighbor's garden, and in the very hive I my- self had provided, that rankled, and,. Please note that these images are extracted from scanned page i
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