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VOLUME XIV NUMBER  THREE                       FOR WEEK OF JULY 13-19. 1941

THEN THE DELUGE.  Applications keep coming in for the last four weeks.  We shall have to put up two new tents.  WE HAVE NO DESIGNS ON BECOMING A LARGER CAMP but this group who want to come are far too attractive to be coldly turned down.  For four weeks we will have our largest camp by far.  We are unable to account for this pleasant embarrassment.

DE GUSTIBUS.  Some readers do not like this day by day account.  How do you feel ?  It is a bit easier on the editor.

LEGISLATION.  The Congress of this small state has passed some few bills which have been signed by the director.  Chewing gum has been reinstated with probationary exceptions.  A better bridge to the theatre was voted and has been built.  Ping pong table was voted a new surface which has already been appled by artificer Chapman.  Curator Bogatko who takes it in and out for performances says it is no lighter.  New paddles for ping pong were voted and at once supplies Excellent legislation!

FAX-GOOSE-BAG OF GRAIN.  We are indebted to Al for this title for the church program.  You see Al takes the Catholic contingent in as he goes to his organ duty.  The motor boat takes in the Protestant delegation, who with historical accuracy develop a bit later.  The same craft brings the early worshippers back.  Al then collects the Episcopalians and brings them home in the station wagon.  Thus it was last Sunday.  We had a sailing race.  The Lillies beat the Forget-Me-Nots by a score of 11-5 on Doublemarsh field.  This day also saw the boys who won blue ribbons for inspection take a trip by boat with your mail to Cooperstown.  The charm was enhanced by allowing each boy to steer his quota.  In the evening, boys stood clustered about Al at the piano and sang hymns.  Others in the dark theatre played oper’ and symphony records for a long while.  The House met to produce the results tabulated above.

DISCOVERY.  That intrepid pioneer, George Chandlee, found a grand gorge near Cherry Valley.  Hither he repaired with Bobby Pickett and his team for lunch before the ball game with Cherry Valley.  We were massacred 15-8.  A group of the more sophisticate took in the cinema at Cooperstown.  A faint voice over the phone proclaimed that George Gillet was languishing in Fort Plain station.  Bobby rescued him.  He had been a weddinging to Baltimore.  All this on Monday.

HAPPY IS THE DAY THAT HAS NO HISTORY.  While John Smith did ruefully leave our midst, and Lawry and Frank did take out Tent D with its justly famous annex to Mount Nebo for the night, really very little of chronicle worthy events did take place on this Tuesday.

 WEDNESDAY ALSO CAME.  More baseball with the Violets exerting their fragile charm over the lusty Boilermakers to the tune of ten to five.  Our temperamental projector functioned perfectly to throw on our screen and against our tympana that excellent movie, THE BUCCANEER.  Small boys in bed a bit late although we started at seven-thirty.  Life Saving as usual with the review varied by the start of the new course.  It is compulsory for all.  Some U. L. and volunteer workers went down to the new farm and did some haying.  Walter Dietgen was obviously a veteran at this sport while Tommy Galvin proved to be a real “natural”.  Old Councilor, Joh Gott of the dark ages of six years agone, came peddling in on his bike just as he appeared first at camp.  We enjoyed his visit.  He marveled at the changes in camp.

CLOUDY AND COOL WITH RAIN.  As this paragraph, pardon me, day, dawned it was obvious that the weather was in for it.  Camp activity seemed to run as high as usual.  Mrs. Hinckley was our guest for lunch.  In the evening we had our first boxing and wrestling exhibition.  A whole homeletter could well be devoted to this brutal orgy.  Several champs were crowned, some of them quite hard.  Dr. Bogatko and Tony’s grandmother in for a very short stay.

FRIDAY WAS A NORMAL LUCY DAY although it missed being Friday the 13 by only five days.  Mr. and Mrs. Ziegler dropped in for a few minutes in the morning.  A representative of the local game club came in to use the Hacker to put seven thousand (7,000) lake trout in old Otsego.  At the rate we have caught them in the past Mitch Pierson will be a great grandfather before the last one is caught.  Bob and Eddie-Bay took their two tents of eight-ten year olds out to Nebo.  The heavens opened and the rain came down at about three A. M. they crawled under the lean to all but Super-cargo Nicky Cooper and Bob Pickett.  Nickey withdrew turtle wise into his sleeping bag.  Mr. Allner arrived at 7-?

LAST BUT NOT LEAST  came the inevitable Saturday with its slothful rising hour of eight (Standard).  Wind and rain beat upon the U.L. as they vacuum cleaned the beach, finished the laundry-lottery, where you get your wash back when the ladies-aide get through gambling with it, a porch on Fileder’s house; with shelves.  The sail boat put out in heavy weather and presently went down.  Why ? Well Took and a few other fly weights like Jim Dandy were the crew and Bobby skippered.  In seven minutes the Hacker was at the scene and all were rescued.  The Millovsoroffs were back in the evening with a splendid puppet show which was called the Hunchbacked Horse.  He proved a beast with an eloquent tail who was accompanied by many diverting characters elfishly lifelike.  Once more the entire Pathfinders’ Lodge were up to see the show.  Timid Hyde Bayers hid in the brambles till all the danger was past.  Others played the host in gallant style.  The set was put up in the Russellorum while the audience divided like a Quaker meeting sat on the sloping lawn to the north.  After the show all filed past to meet the puppets who hung around till all their guests had left.  Frank Suple took home a load of the gals in the station wagon.

L’ ENVOI.  That was a pretty good week.  We have been here perilously close to three weeks.  “Visions of childhood, stay oh stay!”

Birth day of the week -----Mr. Allner.

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