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Homeletter 1934 Vol. 7, No. 6

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HYDE BAY HOME LETTER           VOLUME VII        NUMBER 6, 1934.

Though there is so much to say that the Editor can hardly find room to be facetious, we must say that the weather still holds good. We have had two rain infested days, which we needed.  It was 56 on the porch the other night.  The Lake has been rough with a strong wind blowing in for the last two days.

We have been visited by Mr. and Mrs. Classen over the week-end.  Mr. Turner dashed in and robbed us of Bucky.  The Beardsleys came in from the Catskills to leave Billy for a week.  Gary Black and Dick Campbell bring our numbers up to 41 boys, and all time record for Hyde Bay.

Hyde Bay is lucky enough to have Herbert Moore with us for Aug­ust.  Oldest residents will remember him as Head Councilor for three seasons.  This year he will take boys in hand for nature work.  Follow­ing our policy, there will be ho classes.  Already we have a start to­ward a collection of fossils, all classified and with the collectors name on the card.  On the porch, bottles and an aquarium contain specimens of marine life.  This is only the beginning.  Tonight, (Friday) he is off on the mountain with Frank Beury, Bobby Carton, and Bobby Pickett, equipped to stay the night, hunt moths and collect all sorts of things.  They will come back tomorrow in time for dinner.  Mrs. Moore will join Mr. Moore for a week at the end of camp.  It is good to see the old residents back.  Geo. Poore was here for a day or so at the end of his hospital work.

The hunt ended on Saturday morning.  The team composed of Donny Tag, Hawry Pickett, Lawrence Harper, and Kemp Bartlett, won by a hair.  Herbert Smelser's team bogged down at the end looking for Chrysostom to be able to mention him to the Captain.  Walter Lord and Leslie and their men were close behind.  It was pronounced good fun.  The winners received flash lights in the disguise of fountain pens.

On Monday we trounced Chenango in the water to the extent in­dicated by the numerals, 56-24.  Johnny King and Johnny Nelson were one-two in both the 25 and 50.  Joe King won the back-stroke.  Lawry Pickett was first in the dive.  Bobby Carton contributed a bit of drama in the plunge for distance when he went far beyond evident ex­pectations to coast high and dry on the shore.  He won of course.  Thus we washed out some of the baseball stain. MARY GOES HOME.
Our bay horse, Mary, who might well have inspired the verse, 'Mary, Mary, quite contrary,' has always had plenty of pep.  She has been reserved for the councilors, especially Billy Payne.  This week she reared and sat on Billy.  She also tried to leap a fence with Billy.  Finally we took her home.  Herbert Pickett rode here, the fif­teen miles at fearful pace.  It was a obvious waste of good material not to have a Johnstown flood or at least the British in his wake. Mary's departure leaves us with four horses which are enough for all our needs, now that the keen edge has been taken off riding's novelty.

For example, they will cover all the horse hikes.  Yesterday, Billy fared fourth and forth with Albert Wampole, Johnny Smith and Lawrence Harper.  They had a touch of rain but not enough to hurt.

Oh Tuesday, a large party, too large to enumerate, went over to
see the Beechnut plant at Cannajoharie.  All went who had been but
once before or had never been.  The usual samples and a visit to the
really fine art gallery in the town topped off the trip.  It was all
done in a morning.

On Wednesday afternoon our real, turkey-and-ice cream ball team went down and trimmed Chenango 2-0.  Mr. Marrian struck out 14.  Jack Young caught, facing an infield of Levering, Hilgartner, Townsend, and Lynn.  In the extreme back ground and comparative idleness stood Hammy Welbourn flanked on either side by Billy Robertson and also-Billy Payne.  Two or three of them made hits, the pitcher planting the ball in the bushes for a double.  Almost everybody in camp went down in all the motorboats, the sail boat and the usual fleet of cars. Four rode downon the horses.

We have put up a new diving tower with a new board.  It is a fine sturdy affair about twice the size of the old one.  As Jack Young remarked as we worked on it.  "In about four more weeks we will have this camp ready to open".  About half the fun would be gone if we were not always building and buying for the camp.  We are working on a new house for the Delco plant now.

The boys are in tonight under Charley to see the movies instead of suffering that indignity on the usual Saturday night.  We are to have another of those rollicking Exshaw productions tomorrow night.

Jack Fahey passed off his two examinations and is now one of our gentlemen of leisure.  The justly famous "Hyde Bay Ratio" is one boy working with seven watching him.

Decorated for neatness this week are Johnny Smith, Ernest Jenkins, Billy Lynn, Ray Gildea, Bobby Carton.

left Thurs. for home.  We shall miss them.  They did not miss
the nine o'clock out of Fort Plain.                                       ______
............  Visions of Hyde Bay, Stay oh stay,................
Ye are so sweet and wild.
But distant voices seem to say,
It can not be, they pass away.
Other themes demand thy lay.
Which means that the Editor is melancholy in the thought that the sea­son is more than half over.  It seems incredible.

Lee Warthen will be back with us Saturday or Sunday.  His fracture was so near the elbow that he has had quite a time with it.  Mrs. Warthen, who has been no end of a good sport about the accident, will go home tomorrow.  It will be a great pleasure to have our smallest camper back.

Donny Tag shot fatally a woodchuck at twenty paces with his hunting bow.  The animal was skinned and separated into his minutest parts in the presence of an interested clinic.  We are becoming more primitive every day.  Bows are not used in the camp.  Donny roams the hills.

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