The Prescott daily news., 1914-08-17
A BEE-STING CURE FOR THE
 RHEUMATISM
By ,'ohn Tweezer.

By ,'ohn TweeZer.
 l have suffered with rheumatism for twenty years, and have tried all the so-called cures on the market. from the "Keely cure" to a good big dose of Christian Science, but never found anything that hit the spot un- til l went up against the sting of a bee.
 have heard all of my life that the sting of bee was good for the rheu- matisms, but 1 never had the nerve to tackle it, until I was driven to it by the aches and pains of my swollen limbs.
 This remedy may never become very popular with some of the rheu matics, as it cant be carried around in the pockets as conveniently as a bottle of liniment, still it has many good points and was gotten out under the pure food act.
 After had fully made up my mind to take the bee cure, made contract with a boy to deliver to me so many bees at so much per bee, sizes, and specifications not mentioned. The next morning after I had made the contract with the boy I saw him coming with one of his eyes closed, and a quinine bottle sticking out of his hip pocket. I hardly recognized him, as his head looked several sizes larger than it did the evening before. l knew from his movements that he had the goods and was anxious to de- liver them. l took an inventory of the contents of the bottle and found the boy had filled his contract well, also the bottle, the bottle contained one gross Italian bees assorted. and one large red wasp. I didn't under stand why the boy put the wasp in the bottle. l thought probably he had thrown it in for good measure as it was not mentioned in the contract, but found out his object later.
 l took my Angels of Mercy" to bed with me that night and waited until 1 was satisfied that my wife was asleep, when 1 gently removed the stopper from the bottle and bound its mouth to my swollen knee with my handkerchief. It didn't feel so bad. The first contact of thousand volts, put my pains out of commission, and left me in stupor 1 was dreaming morning when I was awakened from my slumbers by falling plaster, and a shriek that peirced my ears like the sound of fire whistle. 1 looked up and saw my wife coming down. She was a study to behold in bruises and stings. When she hit the floor she made for the window. She was in such hurry she didn't take time to raise the sash She went out thru the window carrying the sash with her. It was the worst case of disor- derly conduct 1 ever saw. The bees evidently lost track of my wife, as they soon returned as committee of the whole, to wait on me. l recogniz- ed that big red wasp, the one the boy had so generously donated. He seem ed to be leading the mob, as they charged at me with their stingers drawn. They thought they had me bottled, but I fooled them. Just as they made at me I ducked my head under the quilt and let them fire away.
 How long they fired l don't know. But l do know l was nearly sutfocat- ed when my wife dragged me out from under the quilts.
 It was several days before l could remove my underwear, the bees had tackled it down good and hard to my anatomy. 1 trust it won't be long before we can get our bees put up in capsules ready for use--as it is a lit tie inconvenient to carry bottle of them to bed with us.