. American bee journal. Bee culture; Bees. 200 AMERICAN BEE JOURNAL June up in a formal letter to the beekeepers of the United States. Tired but satis- fied with the day's work, the men piled three deep into the two automobiles at the door, and were taken to Dr. Phil- lips' home for dinner. Did you ever see and hear ten or twelve bee-men together at a meal? They ate honey of course, beautiful little individual packages of it, the gift of the producer, and they weightily considered its flavor with as much gravity as they had used on the war program. Snatches of their conversa- tion overheard ra
. American bee journal. Bee culture; Bees. 200 AMERICAN BEE JOURNAL June up in a formal letter to the beekeepers of the United States. Tired but satis- fied with the day's work, the men piled three deep into the two automobiles at the door, and were taken to Dr. Phil- lips' home for dinner. Did you ever see and hear ten or twelve bee-men together at a meal? They ate honey of course, beautiful little individual packages of it, the gift of the producer, and they weightily considered its flavor with as much gravity as they had used on the war program. Snatches of their conversa- tion overheard ranged from liberty and independence to garden crops and soda water! Here Mr. Demuth was describing the " true democracy "found in the beehive, "where noone is boss— absolutely noone"—and wistfully he wished that men might learn wisdom from the bee. At one end of the table Prof. Jager was talking of Arlington Cemetery with its rows of unknown dead. "Ah! Liberty, Liberty!" he said sadly, " What a price to pay! And yet —we are willing to pay anything—any- thing for it! We must help the little countries to their freedom!" He spoke feelingly for, a Southern Slav himself, he knows well the iron heel of oppres- sion. At another table, Mr. Bacon was dis- cussing the psychology of faces, and the necessity for salesmen to be able to read faces. "Talking to some men, who look you coldly in the eye without a change of expression, is like addressing a stone wall " " Yes, I eat a half pound of honey every day," says Dr. Jones from an- other quarter, " and everybody would be the better for doing ; " I have a few new pieces of pottery^ fine specimens—that I picked up in " and Dr. Gates is off on his hobby;. the relentless and indomitable Dr. Phil- lips led them back to the office to work until late thit night. The next day saw them scattered in committees of two or three, determined to achieve con
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