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Updated: June 14, 2025
The final stage in the development of pueblo architecture is the large, many-storied, or beehive village, located generally in the midst of broad valleys, depending on its size and population for defense, and usually adjacent to some stream. In this class of structure the defensive motive, in so far as it affected the choosing of the site, entirely disappears.
They were followed by one of the ladies of the Beehive, who devote all their time and, may we not add, all their hearts to the rescue of the perishing. Along with her came a tall, sweet-faced girl. She was our friend Hetty Frog, who, after spending her days at steady work, spent some of her night hours in labours of love.
But let's get in and out of this black beehive before the ones upstairs come down to investigate." Shattered rock was thick on the floor, and they skidded and tumbled over it. Telt pointed the way with his light, down a sharply angled ramp. "Underground chambers in the rock. They always store their stuff down there " A smoking, black sphere arced out of the tunnel's mouth, hitting at their feet.
This pestilence harassed us sorely during our meals. They settled everywhere and upon everything. While butter or margarine were unobtainable at the canteen we were able to purchase a substance which resembled honey in appearance, colour, and taste. Indeed we were told that it was an artificial product of the beehive.
"Give me," observed Sir Roger Deane, "Cannes, a fine day, a good set to look at, a beehive chair, a good cigar, a cocktail on one side and a nice girl on the other, and there I am! I don't want anything else." General Bellairs pulled his white mustache and examined Sir Roger's figure and surroundings with a smile. "Then only Lady Deane is wanting to your complete happiness," said he.
These are but accidents." Again came the mockery of news to call him to fresh enquiries. He returned with a graver face and sat down beside her. "The end must be near," he said. "The people it seems have fought and died in tens of thousands, the ways about Roehampton must be like a smoked beehive. And they have died in vain. They are still only at the sub stage. The aeroplanes are near Paris.
Carraway laughed. "There you go again," he said. "I wonder why women can't argue without becoming ridiculous? It would be mighty poor economy to pay $4 for a megaphone as a substitute for a $2 beehive." "That is true," said Mrs. Carraway. "I never thought of that." "Of course you didn't," retorted Carraway, triumphantly.
When he left the studio, did he, without the knowledge of the concierge, call on some one else in the building? "This thought led to an inspection of the tenants. They proved of all sorts and kinds; the place was a beehive; hundreds of people entered and left every day.
I remember taking the electric car going west, and seeing the Whitechapel Road shooting by me, with its surging crowds of pedestrians, its public-houses, its Cinema shows, and its Jewish theatres. I remember getting down at Aldgate Pump, and walking through that dead belt of the City, which, lying between east and west, is alive like a beehive by day and silent and deserted by night.
Each limb of this subordinate machinery, moreover, was a point d'appui for insidious and self-seeking party leaders. Florence, in the middle of the fourteenth century, was a vast beehive of industry. Distinctions of rank among burghers, qualified to vote and hold office, were theoretically unknown.
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