EBB AND FLOW: This last week included the end of the first four weeks of the 1959 season. As a consequence the campers who were here definitely for four weeks took their departures, frequently passing those who came in to spend the last four weeks with us. We have a few leaving at various odd times during this week. There are a few others coming in for the last three weeks. We have room for yet others if they fool the urge to wind up the season with us. Our numbers will be somewhat smaller than during the first period but not seriously so.
BARBECUE: On the night Of August 20th, which is a Thursday, we propose to have our annual bonfire, award of prizes, and the grand chicken barbecue which has become a Hyde Bay tradition. This is just an advance notice. you will get something more specific with the inevitable card enclosed later on. This is just to enable you to put whatever symbol you use on the square dedicated to August 20th. The boys will depart either that night or during the next day.
RESERVATIONS: With no mental ones, I urge you soon to make sure that you have places to stay on that night. It is in the midst of Cooperstown’s busiest season. Unkind commentators have said that Cooperstown has two of these — August and Winter. As this is composed on the edge of the lake, our neighboring motel where so many of you have stayed has twelve vacancies for that night. Address: Rathbuns, Hyde Bay, Cocperstown, N.Y. We shall be glad to advise about other alternatives.
WEATHER: Even an imaginative author could not have conjured up better atmospheric conditions than we have enjoyed. It has been warm to hot with not quite enough rain.
HEALTH: In this vital and unpredictable sector the report is aslo excellent. Merely minor miseries, mostly well within the scope of our efficient “Sore Shoppe” and its capable chatelaine.
JULY 20th: The day of the above mentioned shower. The intramural swimming meet, started last week, was finally terminated on this day with the “Drizzes” under the direction of Bill Brooks defeating Murphy “Ids” 107—106. Fourty—five boys and attendant adults to the sum of fifty—nine went to Cooperstown to see the Yankee post graduates, known as Kansas City, play the Pirates. After six innings the rain drove us back home. The score was appropriately 5—5. Councilor Garver and a select group represented us at the ceremonies before the game where the great Brooklyn outfielder Zach Wheat was added to the immortals in the Hall of Fame. The ominous weather impelled us to show the lurid movie The Sea Hornet this night. It had come too late for the Wednesday appointment.
TUESDAY: Weather ominous, we pessimistically sent a group by bus to the Hall of Fame where Ty Cobb and Frank Frisch were discovered in the flesh among their bronze contemporaries. Jim Main’s compelling person—
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ality took a group of his friends on a hike. A fish fry was enjoyed in the evening. The material having been assembledby fish councilor Classen assisted by campers Burwell, Sawyer, Peet and T. Dickinson. In the first touch football game under the benign direction of the more or less High Commissioner Heuisler, the Rams beat the Giants 16—7. Walter McManus and Frank Pine scorned our humble fare and took their tents out to Sandy Beach for dinner. We had our first volley ball game.
JULY 22nd: A walkie—paddlie trip to Natty Bumpo such as the one previously described absorbed a lot of campers. The Sunken Islands were visited once more under the supervision of curators Garver and Williams. Jon Daily passed his “E” test. Our baseball squad in three cars left after milk and crackers, had a picnic lunch along the way and defeated the team of Worcester by a score of 5-4 in regulation baseball.
THURSDAY JULY 23rd: Scout “Flint” Classen assisted by Murphy and Rogers led out a Susquehanna trip. There were practice sailing races. Our softball team, perpetuated our winning ways by beating Chenango 19-10. The battery was Moore to Black. On both these days we aquaplaned and skied.
FRIDAY: This day was featured by much coming and going. Among those coming was the Susquehanna trip. There was excellent sailing. Dick Carlton explored a nearby gulch with an intrepid entourage. Our cinema sophisticates rode off to town to indulge their curious tastes.
COMES SATURDAY: Councilor Garver took a big group on a barnstorming trip involving play in the hayloft on a farm nearby. Touch football found the Colts beating the Browns 35—7. The feature of the afternoon was the annual Hot Rock contest. Bob Pine gathered the greatest number of stones. There were many other prizes distributed to industrious sleuths.
DRAMA: As we were running a hit out of tents and the week was disturbed by the change over, instead of the usual competition we had an all star production of Cinderella which mingled the best elements of that classic with modern Hollywood touches. To single out one individual in this extremely amusing and highly successful production would be making an invidious distinction. It may he noted that the car used was by Classen. The cast ranged from venerable teachers down through stately councilors to our very youngest boys. The sets were impressive. The costumes shed lustre on the talent of wardrobe mistress Garver.
THE SABBATH: This day began with breathtaking beauty as the bright sun dispersed the lazy fog which partially obscured the divine blue of the sky brilliantly reflected by the Glimmerglass. Dick Carlton conducted our church where several parents were in attendance. There was a trunk, if not soul, searching inspection, much water skiing, sailing, aqua planing. All too soon we were eating our supper out of doors and Tents 2 and 53B were off to town as a reward for neatness. We saw a film on our National Parks. Then we toasted marshmellows on the beach and gradually drifted off to bed.
LUSTER: Once more our distinguished citizen Jack Garver has broken into print with his participation in the Cooperstown art show. His paintings have not only been observed but several have been sold. Connoisseurs should hastily line up for theirs.
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