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Show HONEY Poetic fancy, always has been stimulated by spring and blossoms and bees. The poor little bee, humming his way from flower to flower, always is thought of as leading a gay, colorful and care-free life. But if information put out by the Michigan state department of agriculture is correct, there is more tragedy involved in the making of honey that helps down the morning waffle than in any other food production. The elders, the graybeards of the bee colony, are those that chance to be born, or hatched, rather, after the busy season in the fall. They may go through the winter and early spring, coming to the ripe maturity of six months of age. But a worker bee hatched just at the beginning of the honey-gathering season probably will wear out its wings and its life in a few weeks. Getting together a single pound of nectar is a job requiring 20,000 trips. And four pounds of nectar go into the making of a pound of honey. If ternis of sentiment from the bee's point of view, one well may exclaim, What price honey! o |