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The Brussels Post, 1961-08-24, Page 411S, "AAAN4N*..,PACE". SHOi. SCHEDill PARKING MATER — This lea-cling lady and mascot for an Eng- lish dairy firm Is ail tied up, Winnie Wilts was parked at a London perking meter. Retrorockets slow capsule; it plunges towerd earth. Drogkleperaehute stabilizes tali, radar ehelf is released. ,t 10,009 feet, main ditto ottotts; 001110 splashes tato sea, Controh, insects Without Poison 4 a tr, tr oattal,. i'acr. or peter oil seven milee in flighL did her flifette, exceed .1, mile, feel fleet 45,1/:t because of her eugernees to ealt1 bark food to the arty to wheel she belonged. Two pairs of diaphanous eeltee gave her the key to Heaven. A large pair of wings in front a smaller pair behind them, both so little and fragile that a care,- less breath would blow them away if they were detached froth, the body, yet these wings pose sensed powers that man, atter millions of years of evolution, has not been able to equal. One large pair of wings would give more flying strength than two smaller pairs; but one large peat would not fold, down suffici- ently to allow the be to enter seledret a tan 'Ihloonweeyrs ir, tSo o rteheep Nei 11- has two pairs of wings, which. fold primly over each °thee when not in use. Each lower wing is fitted with a row at twenty microscopic hooks, When in flight these hook the two ebagcheiavtesedoihetoognpeciotwheeirar,flirp, pulsating twhien t g s loe en y wing. Air sacs in the bee's theta* fill, when in flight, and make her buoyant. After she has been at rest some time, the sacs amp,. ty, and when that has happened she has to take a short run and vibrate her wings so as to file, the air saes before taking off. Thus, when in the air, this be', was as light as a feather, but possessed of a swift intelligence and quivering eagerness; have ing alighted, the weight of her body and the tremendous grip of her feet enable her to make her way safely about on a flower swinging through enormous arcs at the top of a slender tree, Straight as a bullet she flew down across the hillside towards the stream, her joyous hum add- ing a rhyme to the unending poem of sound that pervades the spinning world always, by' day and by night, — From "City of the Bees," by Frank S. Stleart. ers, and he couldn't find Bird- on-the-Wing," "How did you happen to find it?" "I kind of thought it might be a milkwort, So I read all the milkworts, and there's a pile of them. I found the polygala pau- cifolia is also called Gay Wings, That makes sense. Anyway, we put the star for Bird-on-the-Wing under polygala paucifolia, and petit somebody tells me differ- ent, that's where it is," After we hung up I tried to find Caligula Potophobia in the Latin list, and had to call Eve- lyn again before I could dwell on this lesser topic so fully, Meantime, I think it would. be nice if the flower book just called it Bird - on - the - Wing, which is what everbody calls it around here, and high-minded botanists notwithstanding, al- ways will.—By John Gouldin the Christian Science Monitor. all his Saturday elernotens there With this. main" We looked at each other, 'This wasn't getting the potatoes in, no repairing the deekchaile And as ter the fuchsias • The gray Man took a turn or `two up and down the Terraee, still tel hard end aothoritas tively, But for the cold look in his eye one week' have .said he was warming to his theme. "Then there's the expenee," he exploded, "Ala," I murmured, "dear bees." "People think they can just ouy a hive and put bees in it and sell the honey, Why they'd pay much less to buy the stuff en pots groin a shop, No stings — no trouble, And the gear you have to buy nowadays with 'em, Why a hundred, pounds wouldn't pay for it ell when you're starting, 'My son, he's got a sited as long as—" the gray man turned swift- ly round but could find nothing of our belongings nearly long enough for comparison, He seemed to lose the thread, for a moment, but then continu- ed, "I see the Forestry people have made a new pond down by my son's hives," "A reservoir," I said, "to provide water for putting out forest fires," "Bees drink a lot, you know" said the gray man. "It's fifteen feet deep," l ob- served, `.An they can turn nasty," he went on, taking no notice, "a11, that they can, There's several chaps round our way thought they'd start a hive or two Then they'd get into trouble with 'em and come round to my son, -And he'd go over everything with ern. But it never did no good. They'd started too old you see." "Well," I said, grasping the pump handle :firmly and getting to work with it, "I don't think we'll start bee-keeping after what you've said, Besides we've almost more to do here already than we can manage. The potatoes, for instance, those fechslas . "That's right," said the gray man firmly. "You leave bees alone and they'll leave you alone. And that's my advice to you. And now I 'xpect my sorell have finished' cleaning 'em up by this time, go I'll be-getting along," et. asking if this path leads to the sea. But the gray man was dif- ferent. He had materialized so eilently; so suddenly. He made me think of Flying Saucers Have. Landed. "Don't see many people 'long here I 'xpect," h said, and there was no query in his voice, He was just making a plain statement of fact. "Thought I'd just take a stroll down the lane. My son keeps the bees down there. He brought up a fresh lot today and, of course, there weren't no room for me in the van with 'em se I conic tip on my own," A quarter of a mile or so down the woodland track which leads from us toward the village there is, to be sure, a kind of bee vil- lage, It appeared quite sudden- ly One day last year — several rows of neat white hives among the heather just where the woods thin out and become open moor, "Yes," asserted the gray man, "those are my son's bees," We had, of course, no notion of arguing about this and had scarcely got over our astonish- ment at his sudden appearance. So I just said, "Ah," and then added, more for politeness than anything else, that we had often thought it might be a good idea to keep a bee or two ourselves. "No," he said sternly, holding up a finger in front of his beaky nose, "Bees is not for our time of life. Bees is only for' young- sters, My boy started on 'ern when he were about six, Got interested, see? Got friendly. Bees got in- terested. now ." Thoughts of what to do if one felt a number of bees were get- ting really interested were mingled in my mind with the urgent memory that all sorts of things needed• doing and that there was very little time left before we must return to London. But the gray man just went sternly on, writes Alan Iverney in the Christian ScienCe Monitor. "Lots of people nowadays round here goes in fot bees. Lots But they never do no good. That's because they start too late. You got to live with bees for years, You got to study them, Why, My boy, he've got books and books about 'em. He were always read- ing 'bout them when he were a boy. But then' he knew a real bee man. A bee master. Used to spend Bee-Keeping Orally For Youngsters ? With 'Fancy Names .6.0motiincs, a little knowledge is much better, for erudition can elevate simple things beyond real eeed, So it was ,a surprise to learn, the other day, that "Bird-en-the-Wing" is not in our flower books. "Of course it's in the flower book," f said. But it isn't. Bird-on-the-Wing is one of our gayest spring flowers. It leaps up in the woodlands along with the trilliums and anemones, and has a perky, poised attitude which gives it a name. And it has long been a custom of local school teachers to conduct a little contest every spring, and by it to inculcate a love and knowl- edge of flowers. Some little prize is arranged for the pupil who brings in the largest number of wild blossoms between snow and school-out, and the vernal class- room is thus bedecked with many little tumblers containing the trophies. 'Up to a point most children bring in about what the others do, and the Dandelion and Quaker Ladies occasion no great cheering, The first Jack-in-the- Pulpit is famous only because it is first, for in a day or two ev- erybody has a Jack-in-the-Pulpit, The ill-scented Wake Robin is a fair example of what I mean. Under this name it rests in the index of the books, and you will not find it under "Stinking Ben- jamin," Experienced teachers watch for it like a hawk, and It is out of bounds in a room where an old pro is presiding, But a new teacher, fres. from college and riding high with enthusi- time, can sometimes be brought to heat by a calculating class that remembers from last year. IS every child in the third grade brings a handful of S. Benj's to school, and they are left over- night in the little tumblers on the desks, the next morning is a memorable occasion. The book discreetly says the flower has a "disagreeable, musty, fetid odor," In an area where some analyti- cal precision is desired, this is botanical understatement su- preme. The air in that classroom, when teacher arrives to open up, is something she will recall with horror all, her life, and no mat- ter how long she teaches and en- courages the collection of speel- men.s, she will never again be caught by the eitphernisne of ill- HEADED FOR TROUBLE — Daniel Morgan, oharged with illegole ly prctcticing law in Wrishingtorn 13.C., pulls a no-head act be. fare cameramen. ,Three of his former clients sit le death row., Miracle Of The Honey-lee's Wings The Air! Man has visions of flights . But this bee, as she darted swiftly away from the wood and down towards the river that'curled in the distance like -the blade of a silver scythe, rested on air and. was part of its living lightness. Though her epeed was over twenty miles an hour, she could stop suddenly, hover, fly backwards, climb at scented Wake Robin, but will call it a Stinking Benjamin the same as the rest of us, The Bird-on-the-Wing, as far as I know, has never been called anything around here except Bird-on-the-Wing. The blossom has a fragile delicacy that sag- gets an orchid, a rose-purple loveliness that spreads into a pair of wings so it takes no imagina- tion whatever to presume a bird in flight, The first Bird-on-the- Wing to come to school always gets special attention, and the shape so teases the delight that no name is ever asked- beyond the traditional, usual, Bird-on- the-Wing. It was not a child, but a grown woman who went to her flower book the other day to look it up. Her book has the usual double listing—common names,- and La- tin names, There was no Bird- on-the-Wing, The sapience of our lady didn't extend into the classical, so she didn't learn (as I did later) that "polygaia" is "Latin." A flower book which doesn't include Bird-on-the-Wing naturally causes wander, and the thing started, I don't know how it is in your area, but we have a fact-finding system up here which over the years has proved useful. None of us needs to know much, be- cause somebody around about already knows it, I have been able to give up research entirely for this reason, If I get stuck on the Labors of Hercules, I just give Ernestine a ring, and she knows all that' stuff by heart, One of the most satisfying mo- ments in this intraneighborhood exchange came one night when Lois Greene telephoned. Mavis Hapgood and found out how to play cat's-cradle, a child's pas- time involving a length of twine which is intricately passed back and forth between two sets of fingers. I think it is unlikely a thing of this sort could be ex- plainecl over the telephone any- where except in our special set of authorities on everything, So, with flowers, it is Evelyn Fowler, I gave her a ring, "You mean Nanny?" asked a child's voice, and Nanny came on, "What," said, "is Bird-on-the- Wing called in a flower book or a bird book?" "PoIygala paucifolia," she said. I said, "How did you know that?" "I just looked. it up. Charlie is putting a sticky star on the page as fast as he finds new Slow- He was a slight gray man, with the casual swing in walking of one who has turned. seventy and doesn't care. And he came sad.- clenly and silently round the blind side of our Suffolk cottage and took us (as soldiers say) in the flank. We were both very very busy, my wife and T, There was the new canvas to be put on the deckehair, the water 'tank to be pumped full, the last of the potatoes just had to be planted or be too late, something must te done about the fuchsias — well, you know how it is. I was on my knees on what we are pleased to call The Ter- race — p stretch of rather more than usually crazy' pa;eing con- trived out of chunks of discard- ed sidewalk from a local sea- side resort and an inverted kit- chen sink. The gray stranger seemed to take all this in at ,one cold glance, decide on a price, decide again that the place wasn't really worth buying anyway, and then change his attitude to one of slightly pitying benevolence. Not many people pass our cot- tage because there is no proper road to it. Those who do get as far are usually village folk, on. Sunday afternoons, or else bird- watchers intent upon observing the Lesser Spotted Henpecker (or whatever, it is) through bino- cular. They are usually content with passing the time of day or If you ere one of the many gardener., troubled about the wholesale spraying programs that have resulted in the killing of birds; if you have refused to be stampeded into the attitude that gardening is an unending war upon insects; if you have been doing your part to empha- size Ilk and growth rather than wielding sprees to bring about death. — ;nen here is some real help fee yea. It is in "Garden,. Ake Wit: eat Poisons," by Bea- trice Triere Banter. Mrs. Hunter has made a study of the biological controls of plant and losete peste. of companion- ate planeing, of bird co-operation and othe: positive measures. She gave e talk on the subject for the flelaseachusetts Horticultural Societe It is =portent to know what insects wit' neap us — not Net to kill insecte broadside, Mrs, Bunter teiie us. Much of our trouble has come from an up- setting of tee balance of nature. Lady beetles, fireflies, lacewings, and. the praying mantis axe among our insect friends, Thee •t h ere is the help of lairds. For years I have been feeding the birds the year around:, Ilvery year, as trees grow rigger and more birds stay around all season, we find that we have fewer harmful in- sects, weites Millicent Taylor in The Chteistran Science Monitor. Mrs, Hunter lists several ways to attract birds and cites some proved examples of their re- markable help to gardeners, For example. 'A house wren feeds 500 .spiders and caterpillars to its young in one afternoon. A swallow devours 1,000 leafhop- pers ir. 12 heiles . A brown thrasher tan eat over 6,000 in- sects a clay." What other controls do you have in your garden, Mrs, Hun- ter asks, A shrew can gobble his own weight in Japanese beetles, cutworms, and grubs within three ?Antes, Frogs and toads are good consumers of slugs, she tells its. COT:IparkiOneice plan tin g is worth learning about, "Plant nasturtiums between fruit trees, They will spoil the taste of tree icap for aphids, They will also repel sentaeh bugs and, wooly aphids on earby apple trees," Tomatoes growing near aspara- gus will repel the asparagus beetle. Some flowers will repel insects and can be planted in the vegetable garden. 1VLarigolcLe, couriers erei eariapsis are among these Buie up the soil with organic materials„ putting back nutrienes each year. Healthy plants will - resist iteect and disease pests. It is the weaker plants that are attacked fleet, Mrs. Hunter states And I always remember that plants very much want to grow and flower. Gardening is not e battle. It is intelligenteco- operatmg, a freeing of plants to do their beet. "We rauet fostee an idea of life and growth, rather thah kill„ kill, kill," says Mrs'. eltehtet. "We must develop and use fully all the potential resources we possess for safe, effective eon- ttol insect pests." . 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