Boys' Life 1917-05: Vol 7 Iss 1

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WALTER, P. McGUIRE, Editor DAN BEARD, Associate Editor FREDERIC L. COLVER, Business Manager Copyright, 1917, by the Boy Scouts of America. Entered as second- class matter in the Post Office at New York City. BS BO BOY SCOUTS MAGAZ Published by the Boy Scouts of America at National Headquarters 200 Fifth Ave., New York VOL. VII, No. I MAY, 1917 exists between the United States and the Imper- € ONGRESS DECLARED, on April 5th, that war ial German Government. This declaration was made in response to an address of President Wilson, made to Con- gress on April 2nd. Every boy in the United States should read that message and should remember that, among other things, the President said: “On the 8rd of February last I offi- cially laid before you the extraordin- ary announcement of the Imperial Ger- man Government that on and after the Ist day of February, it was its purpose to put aside all restraints of law or of humanity and use its submarines to sink every vessel that sought to approach either the ports of Great Britain and Ireland or the western coasts of Europe or any of the ports controlled by the enemies of Germany within the Medi- terranean. “T was for a little while unable to be- lieve that such things would in fact be done by any government that had hith- erto subscribed to the humane practices of civilized nations. “The present German warfare against commerce is a warfare against mankind. It is a war against all nations. Ameri- can ships have been sunk, American lives taken, in ways which it has stirred us very deeply to learn of, but the ships and people of other neutral and friend- ly nations have been sunk and over- whelmed in the waters in the same way. There has been no discrimination. “The challenge is to all mankind. Each nation must decide for itself how it will meet it. “When I addressed the Congress on the 26th of February last, I thowght that it would suffice to assert our neutral Our Country Is At War Your Flag and My Flag Your flag and my flag, And how it flies today In your land and my land nd half a world away! Rose-red and blood-red The stripes forever gleam; Snow-white and soul-white— The good forefathers’ dream; _ Sky-blue and true blue, with stars to gleam aright— The gloried guidon of the day; a shelter through the night. Your flag and my flag! o every star and stripe The drums beat as hearts beat And fifers shrilly pipe! Your flag and my flag— A blessing in the sky; Your hope and my hope— It never hid a lie! Home land and far land and half the world around, Old Glory hears our glad salute and ripples to the sound Your flag and my flag! And, oh, how much it holds— Your land and my land— Secure within its folds! Your heart and my heart Beat quicker at the sight; Sun-kissed and wind-tossed— Red and blue and white. The one flag—the great flag—the flag for me and you— Glorified all else beside—the red and white and ue! . Wilbur D. Nesbit. Copyright, 1916 P. F. Volland & Co. Every possible effort was made to avoid war, you see, but because, as the President said, “right is more prec- ious than peace,’ our Country was forced into war— into the greatest war the world has ever known. Every boy, especially every Boy Scout, now has his big opportunity to prove his patriotism. ID you ever think that the chance would come to you some day to really help your coun- try do something great for man- kind? You know what it has done in the past. There was the Revolu- tionary War, after which a Repub- lic was established here which since has come to be an ideal for op- pressed men the world over. There was the Civil War, and millions who had been slaves were made free. We sent our men to Cuba, to fight and to die that a people cruelly treated by a foreign master might be independent. We took upon us the danger and the respon- sibility of driving an oppressor from the Philippines, in the far Pacific, and remain there only to help the little brown men learn (what their old rulers would not let them learn) to govern them- selves as free men. Our armed forces, with those of other nations, punished offenders in China and exacted from them a penalty of millions of*dollars for their crimes, and then our Govern- ment returned all that money to rights with arms, our rights to use the seas against unlawful in- terference, our rights to keep our people safe against unlawful violence. But armed neutrality, it now appears, is impracticable. “With a profound sense of the solemn and even tragical character of the step I am taking, and of the grave responsi- bilities which it involves, but in unhesitating obedience to what I deem my constitutional duty, I advise that the Congress declare the recent course of the Imperial German Government to be in fact nothing less than war against the Government and people of the United States; that it formally accept the status of belligerent which has thus been thrust upon it, and that it take immediate steps not only to put the country in a more thorough state of defense but also to exert all its power and employ all its resources to bring the Government of the German Empire to terms and end the war.” China to be used to pay for the education of Chinese boys in American schools and colleges. That is why “your flag and my flag” is a symbol loved throughout the world. f pan is our glorious history as a nation—the history your school books tell—you know it well. The men who helped to make that history are heroes of the past. We are writing a new page of history, and in it you will have a part. We shall have new heroes. You can be one. (Continued on page 56)

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den chortle of glee and looked up from the copy of the “Long Point Snort,” he was languidly perusing in the shade of a clump of cedars behind Tent Four. “Say, fellows, have you seen this stuff about Bull Taggart?” he demanded joyous- ] G ten ch HARRY RITTER gave a sud- yHow could we when you hog the paper the minute it comes out?” inquired Ted Hinckley sarcastically. He had sent in a poem the day before and for ten minutes or so had been waiting with ill-concealed impatience to see whether it had found favor with the editors. “Well, what is it?” he went on impatiently. “Why don’t you get it off your chest? What kind of bull has he been throwing now?” “He’s been chased by a shark,” chuckled Ritter fatly. “Monster fifteen feet long pursued his boat for over a mile out in the fog. Tried to upset him by bumping its nose against the keel. This is rich! Four rows of teeth sharp as razors. . . . Gleam- ing white belly—stomach would have been more re-fined, seems to me. Remember Dolly Wade who called ’em blue-stomach crabs? Where was 1? Um—um. Oh, yes. Monstrous dorsal fin cutting the water like a knife. Gee-whiz! Bull will kill me dead one of these days with his romances. I s’pose he’s training to be an author when he grows up. You can have it, Ted; I’m through.” He tossed the sheet lazily to Hinckley and lounged indolently against the trunk of the cedar. “Does he pretend he really saw it?” asked Ben Powell, linking brown, mus- cular fingers about an equally brown knee; “or is it meant to be just—er— fiction?” “Oh, he saw it, of course,” said Ritter with a giggle. “No fiction about that. Recognized it as a regular man-eater, too, by something or other about its expres- sion, didn’t he, Ted?” “Eh?” Hinckley started guiltily and hur- riedly shifted his gloating eyes from the five-line verse which, even in crude mineo- graph, thrilled him with the pride of au- thorship. “What’s that? Oh! Why, sure! It—it’s teeth, it was.” “Showed ’em in a glistening smile, I s’pose,” chuckled Ritter. “I. shouldn’t think any self respecting shark would lick his chops over Bull Taggart. Even served up on toast, he wouldn’t make a good, respectable bite.” HERE was a responsive chuckle from the half-dozen fellows lounging in the shade; then Powell gianced questioningly at the tall, striking-looking chap whose handsome head lay pillowed on Jim Don- nell’s knee, while his well-built body stretched comfortably out on the sand. The Shark A Summer Camp Adventure By JOSEPH AMES Illustrated by NoRMAN P. ROCKWELL “There aren’t any—man-eating sharks as far north as this, are there, Bruce?” he asked. “Of course not. I should think you’d know better than that.” Bruce Clavin- ger’s tone was positive and a little impa- tient. “They’re only found in the tropics. The sharks around here are nothing but big dogfish; I don’t believe Bull even saw one of those. He’s the most unmiti- gated—. Well, Midget, what’s your trou- ble? Don’t you know any better than to come in without knocking?” An exceedingly small boy with snappin blue eyes, a shock of sunburned hair al an amazing self possession of manner, dart- ed around the tent and paused in their midst, somewhat heated with his haste. “Trouble?” he repeated, scowling from one face to another. “There’s plenty of trouble, let me tell you. What do you know about their cutting us out of the bay and making us swim in the kid’s place?” “Wa—hat!” came in an _ incredulous chorus; and then: “Cut out the fancy touches, Midge. You'll be as bad as Bull Taggart if you’re not careful.” “Fancy touches!” snorted the infant with cold scorn. “That’s what you think, is it? Huh! Well, it’s up on the bulletin board in black and white. ‘Until further notice all swimming will be restricted to the north side of the point’, and signed J. P. Wendell as big as life. That’s the kid’s place, ain’t it? And because why? It’s that nut Taggart shooting off a lot of bull about seeing a shark in the bay. He— makes—me— sick!” _ 4 I F it was his purpose to stir up the group so comfortably taking their ease in the heat of early afternoon, Midge Wilson was entirely successful. With one accord six boys sat up abruptly, their faces express- ing various degrees of surprise, incredu- lity and indignation. And for a space the air resounded with shrill question, heated comment and fragments of argument which satisfied even the small Willett’s in- ordinate fondness for attention. “It’s true, all right,” he declared, spread- ing his feet apart and rocking back and forth on his heels. “The stuff’s all in the Snort; you must have seen it.” “So we have, Shrimp,” admitted Bruce Clavinger. “We’ve also seen yarns of his before. You don’t mean to tell us that Mr. Wendell takes any stock in it?” “That’s what Slater says. He heard ’em talking in Headquarters tent. Bull sticks to it that it’s true. He says he really saw a shark and that it bumped into his boat.” “What if it did?” demanded Clavinger, irritably ; “though I don’t believe it for a minute. Why, the sharks up north here are as harmless as kittens. They’d no more tackle a man than—than one of those stupid blow-fish.” “Well, the chief don’t seem to think so. Bob says he didn’t know whether to be- lieve Bull or not, but he and Mr. Cart- wright talked it over and decided to cut out swimming in the bay till they find out something for sure. And then they stuck up that notice, and now we've got to go into that rotten hole where you can’t dive and it takes half an hour to wade out to any decent depth. I—I’d rather stay ashore.” A concerted groan went-up in which stout Harry Ritter joined heartily. Exer- tion of any sort was distasteful to him, and it made little difference whether he undertook his languid splashings in the shallows, or in the wider, more varied waters of the bay. But he liked to criti- cize and seldom lost an opportunity. As for the others there was some excuse for their annoyance. The scout camp was located at the juncture of bay and river. On one side of Long Point, which thrust its sandy nose far out into the channel, lay the open water, wide, deep, and full of interest and variety. Here the older fellows and proficient swimmers had always gone, while the novices were limited to a shallow cove to the north of the point into which the tide had swept such quantities of sand that for a couple of hundred feet from shore it was not more than waist deep. “Midge is about right,” sniffed Hinckley, as the diminutive Willett departed to spread his news. “A lot of fun there'll be wallowing around over there. Bull ought to have his head punched.” “The big chump!” exclaimed Clavinger

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May, 1917 BOYS’ LIFE—The Boy Scouts’ Magazine 5 Under the water, a great gray-blue shape that struck terror to his heart. bitterly. “He'll get his if I have anything to say about it.” H® stood up abruptly and shook off the sand. The khaki shorts and sleeveless gym shirt showed off his fine figure and well-developed muscles to un- common advantage. Even the scowl failed to detract noticeably from his good looks, which were remarkable—the good looks of clean-cut features, clear skin, glowing red under the tan, blue eyes set wide apart, and wavy blond hair. Powell watched him for a moment or two in silence, his rough-hewn face oddly wistful. “I suppose he—he might have thought it was true,” he said hesitatingly, ““What- ever he saw he might have thought—” “Oh, gee whiz, Ben!” interrupted Clav- inger impatiently. “Don’t try to make ex- cuses for the nut. He just naturally can’t tell the truth. Who’s coming for a walk? I’m tired of sitting here.” They all arose briskly, even Ritter be- stirring himself. Walking was no particu- lar pleasure to him, but he rarely“ declined an invitation from Bruce Clavinger. “We may as well stroll around by the bulletin board and see if Midge got things straight,” remarked Hinckley as they moved away. “Nothing to it!” retorted Clavinger de- cidedly. “I haven’t seen the beastly thing, and I’m not going to know anything about it till I have to. At least we can get one more decent swim before the lid’s clamped on. “You mean you’d go in anyhow?” asked Donnell doubtfully. “Why not? There hasn’t been any offi- cial announcement, Willett’s no town crier that we have to take everything he says as gospel. If we should happen to be over on the bayside at three-thirty and went in there as usual, they couldn’t very well call us down.” “We’re supposed to undress in the tents and wait for the whistle,” remarked Don- nell dubiously. “They'll think it’s sort of funny if——” “Oh, well, if you’re looking for trouble you'll find it,” cut in Clavinger shortly. “You don’t have to come, you know. But if we hang around here much longer some other busybody is sure to come along and tell us about the notice. I’m going to start.” H* led the way around the back of the tent, which was the last one in the row, and struck into a clump of cedars that bordered the clearing. The others followed closely; Bruce was some- how the sort others generally did follow. Ben Powell, bringing up the rear, found himself thinking about this, and for the first time in their acquaintance he was a little troubled. Of course, he told himself quickly, the notice had been posted only a few minutes and probably more than half the camp still remained blissfully ignorant of its con- tents. But all the same Bruce and the rest of them did know, and it seemed not ex- actly honorable, or like a good Scout, to do what they were doing. “I suppose he just doesn’t look at it that way,” Ben said to himself, as they emerged into the open. “Maybe I’m too fussy. He’s a corking fellow——corking!” In this fashion he tried to excuse the other and dismiss the subject from his mind, but during the stroll which followed he was conscious of a vague discomfort that made him even more silent and re- pressed than usual. From the first day at camp he had been attracted by the handsome, accomplished fellow and in his shy, awkward manner had even “made up” to him a little. To his surprise Clavinger responded to a certain extent and they be- came friends as well as tent-mates. Ben had never understood what there was about himself to interest a chap so brilliant and so generally a favorite, but he had long since given up trying and accepted grate- fully the thing which at first had seemed incredible. There was always, to be sure, a faint touch of tolerance im Clavinger’s manner toward the big, black-browed, quiet fellow whose admiration he could not help but notice. It was the sort of attitude which said, almost as plainly as words, “Of course I know he’s dull and heavy and not thrillingly interesting, but he’s a good hearted chap and I like him.” If Powell noticed this he gave no sign. To him Bruce was a hero who could do no wrong. His blind allegiance had never wavered until this moment; and even now, troubled as he was and seeking excuses and explanations for Clavinger’s behavior, he could not find that his liking had in any way lessened. SS the shore line, with the glinting waters of the great bay spread out before them, the talk of the boys al- most inevitably turned on sharks and pres-

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BOYS’ LIFE—The Boy Scouts’ Magazine May, 1917 ently waxed so fast and furious that none of them seemed to notice Powell’s silence. Nobody knew very much about the sub- ject, but that did not prevent them from taking sides and arguing hotly. Hinckley and Jim Donnell supported Clavinger’s contention that the species found in North- ern waters was entirely harmless, and probably there were none in this particu- lar bay anyway. Taggart had seen some- thing else, or made up the whole story, they declared. Ritter and Billy Blair op- posed them as a matter of principle, and upheld their side with such hair-raising anecdotes of things they had heard and read that they actually succeeded in scar- ing themselves, besides arousing a certain amount of nervous apprehension in the minds of Donnell and Hinckley. Clavin- ger alone laughed them to scorn. When they returned to the forbidden bathing beach, which was hidden from the camp by a thick screen of evergreens, it was quite plain that he meant to carry out his purpose. “Guess we won’t have time to go back to camp,” he remarked seriously, but with a twinkle in his eyes, “so we may as well peel right here. Funny there’s nobody else around.” Hinckley chuckled and shrugged his shoulders. Powell felt a little sting go through him. Was this the sort of thing Bruce meant to get off when they were discovered, as they surely must be? He would much rather have had his friend openly break the camp rules. “Well, I hope you’ve thought of the risk you're taking,” said Ritter, settling him- self comfortably on the sand, In spite of his airy tone there was a touch of serious- ness in his voice. “Not going to join us?” queried Clavin- ger, kicking off one sneaker. “You would make an awful tasty morsel for a shark, that’s a fact. If you'd only go in the rest of us would be quite safe. What’s the matter, Ben? You're not scared, too, are you?” “N-o; I just don’t feel like it, that’s all.” Clavinger paused, one stocking half off, and stared intently at the boy’s serious face. Suddenly his color deepened and his lips curled a little at the corners. “Oh!” he murmured. “I see.” And then he laughed unpleasantly. “I forgot we had with us the only really perfect Scout in captivity. I’m surprised you could bring yourself to associate with such a bunch of hardened sinners—or did you hope by your virtuous example to win us back to the straight and narrow path?” Powell shrank back as if he had been struck, His face turned white and then a dull crimson. “I don’t ” he stam- mered, “I didn’t say * “Of course not,” sneered Clavinger. “You didn’t have to say anything. You’re so goody-goody it sticks out all over you.” He yanked off his stockings petulantly and dropped the rest of his clothes in a heap on the sand. “Better stick around awhile till you’ve made sure we’ve broken the rules and then you can hustle back to camp and report us.” “Bruce!” cried Powell sharply. “You know I wouldn’t r He broke off suddenly and bit his lips. Without replying, Clavinger had turned his back and was trotting out on the nar- row spring board. For a moment the shapely white body stood poised against the deep blue sky. Then it flashed out and downward, and he struck the water in a perfect dive. EN watched him with blurred eyes and a dull hurt in his heart. The onslaught had been so brutal and so un- expected that it dazed him. He did not realize that Clavinger’s own mental dis- comfort might have had much to do with the flare-up. Conscious that he wasn’t doing the right thing, but too stubborn to draw back, it was not unnatural to vent his irritation on the fellow who seemed to be showing more strength of character than himself. Powell did not think of this. In a mo- ment it seemed as if the friendship which yneant so much to him had toppled into ruins like a fallen house of cards. Rather, it had never existed save in his own mind. If Bruce really cared for him, even in his careless, tolerant fashion, he could not have deliberately hurt him so without a shadow of reason or excuse. Surely Ben had not shown himself the prig Clavinger made out. He-had not said a word against the others going in. He had even been conscious of an awkward sense of embar- rassment at not joining them himself. Suddenly, out of the turmoil of hurt and longing and regret, came the desire to win back at any cost what he had lost. If he went in with the rest wouldn’t Bruce realize that he had been too hasty, and perhaps make amends? It wasn’t too late. Donnell and Hinckley, who had stripped more leisurely, were even now moving slow- ly toward the spring board. If he hur- ried— NSTINCTIVELY the boy bent down and untied his shoe laces with a jerk. Then he straightened slowly, face flushed and jaw squaring. He couldn’t do it. Something within him made the thing im- possible—the action of a coward and a weakling. What sort of a Scout would he be to deliberately fling overboard his prin- ciples and do a thing he felt to be wrong for the sake of winning another’s approval? And what would anyone’s approval be worth winning which could be won in such a fashion? Downcast, motionless, the boy stood fighting out his brief mental battle. He was unaware of the curious glances and low-voiced comments of Blair and Ritter, sitting together a little to one side. For a space he did not even notice the three fellows in the water save to be conscious of their splashings and sputterings and occasional peals of laughter—laughter which grated somehow and made him feel like one apart. Then Clavinger’s voice, still sharp and a little pettish, brought his head up and his troubled gaze sought out the fellow who had been his friend. “I’m sick of this fooling,” he heard Bruce say. “I’m going for one last decent swim.” “Better not get out too far,” advised Hinckley joshingly, “Remember the shark.” Clavinger disdained reply. Already he had headed out into the bay and was cleav- ing the water with a swift overhand stroke. Ben watched him wistfully, and presently a faint touch of uneasiness began to grip him. Spectacular as he was at diving and other water “stunts,” Bruce had never shown up very well when it came to long distances. He explained this once to Pow- ell, who surpassed him immeasurably, by saying that several times he had been at- tacked with cramps and had learned to be careful. Suppose a cramp should seize him now, with scarcely anyone around to help, thought Ben, and instantly his uneasiness changed to acute worry. In troubled si- lence he watched the fellow draw further and further away from shore until at length he could not restrain himself. “Why doesn’t he turn back?” he exclaimed aloud. “He’s crazy to go out so far.” He’s got more nerve than I'd have,” commented Ritter nervously. “S’pose that shark should show up now. Where would he be then, I’d like to know?” — “I wasn’t thinking of that,” returned Powell, who had been inclined to agree with Clavinger’s side of the shark argu- ment. “But he’s liable to cramp, and if he should be——” He broke off with a sharp intake of his breath. Out in the bay Clavinger had suddenly turned about and was making for the shore with a wild, splashing haste which told instantly of something wrong. For a second Ben stood rooted to the spot. Then he ran toward the spring board, pull- ing off his shirt and jerking at the buckle of his belt. As he paused a moment to kick off his shoes and slide out of the scanty shorts, a shrill, inarticulate cry of horror from Ritter spurred him on. It was the cramp, then, just as he had feared. But Bruce was still keeping up. He was even making progress shoreward in spite of that frantic splashing which wasted so much energy. If only -he kept his head— “The shark!” screamed Blair behind him. “The shark!” Lgl feet were on the plank before the meaning of the words stung into his consciousness. As he ran his startled gaze swept over the glinting water and for an instant his heart froze within him. Beyond the struggling Clavinger, but much nearer to him than the latter was to shore, something thrust up above the water— something thin, triangular, erect, dull gray in color, that cut through the little waves with swift, smooth, gliding ease. To Powell it seemed as if the plank slid backward under his feet. His dive was purely instinctive, but it was a fine one, wide and shallow that carried him well out. As he shot to the surface he almost collided with Ted Hinckley, but he was quite unconscious of the other’s nearness. Out of that numbed daze of horror and dismay but one thought, one motive rose to dominate him—he must reach Clavinger before the shark did. What he could do then he did not know. But as he tore through the water with that powerful overhand stroke which had won him many a race, his sturdy self control began slowly to return. Little by little scraps of things came back to him, things he had read and heard, some of them part of that very discussion amongst the fellows so short a time ago. Noise! That was the thing. Sharks were afraid of noises. If only he could reach -Bruce in time there might be a chance— His hands struck the water with an even, rythmical slap-slap. Though he had not slackened his stroke, it seemed as if he were merely crawling. The tempta- tion to increase his speed was almost ir- resistible, but he conquered it by a deliber- ate effort; Already he was breathing hard, and he knew that unless he kept back something of his strength he would be helpless at the crucial moment. At almost every third stroke his drip- ping face flashed up out of the water and his desperate gaze searched the wide bay for a sight of that ominous fin. Twice he found it; once circling off to the left of where Clavinger was swimming, whereat he was thrilled with a hope that the creature had abandoned the pursuit. 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Tuurspay. EAR FATHER—They are all talk- D ing about maybe there will be a war. I suppose you read about it in the papers in Spokane today—or maybe you are in Seattle—I don’t know which because I can’t find your last letter which told me. Guess Buck ate it! I guess that be- cause he has been a sort of sick dog this afternoon. (Joke?) But this war that’s maybe going to be is no joke. Prof. Carstings told us something about it this morning just after recess, but not much. He said after this we would fly the Ameri- can Flag from the old flagpole every day because maybe there was going to be a war and every time we all passed it we should salute it because we loved it and it meant our Country. At noon Pidy Ross saluted it with his left hand because he didn’t know any better. We sang “Ameri- ca,” too. It froze up again last night and after school six of us fellows went skating. We had our skates hid under that high sidewalk over the creek back. of Hodson’s and we put them on and skated down the creek to the river, only we had to walk most of the way because the creek was so narrow and where the water was running fast it wasn’t frozen at all, but down at the river it was fine and we skated half way down to the Big Forks. My, it was cold—-the wind was awful, and when we got back we found a fire Spike had made because he couldn’t skate so far because he has weak ankles. He only went as far as the bridge. Then we played Pull-away and when we were playing and Spike was yelling, Pump-Pump-Pull-away we heard someone on the bank say, I'll pull you away if you don’t come home pretty quick and it was Spike’s father—and Spike went and it was getting dark and we all went, but my feet felt so funny, like stones, for a long time walking. Mother is reading Swiss Family Robin- son to me. She read about where Fritz and his Father made a rope ladder and got it up into their big tree. Say, that would be some place to sleep, wouldn’t it—if you didn’t roll out of bed. Your dear son, Rosert. Frivay Nicur. Dear Father—When our Troop met to- night Mr. Buchanan wasn’t there. Carl Copyright, 1917, by W. P. McGuire Crawford opened the basement and had a big fire when Parley and I got there. There was a red-hot spot on the stove. We were talking about a war all the way to the church. Parley’s Grandfather was in the Civil War and he says he hopes there won’t be any war because his Grand- pa has told him so much about war and lots of men would be killed and have their arms and legs shot off and have their ears hurt like his Grandpa did—he can’t hear hardly at all. Carl told the Scouts to sit down in their places and Spike yelled, Where’s the Scout- master? Carl said he was a Patrol Leader and Mr. Buchanan had told him to open the meeting. Fine Scoutmaster we got! yelled Spike (he’s only a Second Class and has been Second Class for more than a year) and Carl said, We sure have a fine Scoutmaster, and no Scout who wears a badge ought to say anything against him. I didn’t say anything against him, said Spike, snappy-like—I meant somebody else who is trying to act like a Scoutmaster. Well, said Carl, somebody has got to act when Mr. Buchanan is down town drilling to be a soldier. 7 What! yelled Spike—drilling? We all sat awful still, except Lew Mills who was putting wood in the stove and didn’t hear. Yes, said Carl, the Scoutmaster was drilling down at the Town Hall and maybe he would go away to war if we had one, and maybe we would have one. Now, yelled Spike (who is always say- ing something), three cheers for Mr. Buch- anan—all together, fellows. Of course we felt like cheering and we did, and then Carl held up his hand and we all listened. He said, of course, we all knew maybe there would be a war and if there was, then all good men would go and fight for our Flag and our Homes and our Children, and Mr. Buchanan is a good man and so he would go, and he would make a corking good soldier too, and maybe be a Captain or a Cernel or something. And folks who couldn’t go would help in the war just the same by doing what the soldiers would be doing if they were home, and somebody would have to do Mr. Buchanan’s work, and who would that be? I mean, fellows, he said, who will do Mr. Buchanan’s work with this Troop? Spike of course,’ yelled first, Let’s get Mr. Kistler—but Carl said he was drilling too, and then Spike yelled, Mr. Kent—but Carl said he was drilling too, and then I asked for the. floor, like you told me, and when Carl nodded to me, I said like this— there were fifteen of us fellows in the Troop and I thought fifteen boys ought to be enough to do the work of one man, and why couldn’t we run our own Troop while Mr. Buchanan was away? Several fellows clapped their hands and stamped their feet and Spike yelled Hooray, and I thought I had said it, but Carl raised his hand and we got quiet and listened. He said, Shocky’s got a good idea but it wasn’t good enough because it wouldn’t work. Why? yelled Spike, so loud we all laughed, which made me feel better, and Carl said it wouldn’t be accord- ing to the rules because the rules said we must have a Scoutmaster and rules were rules and if we didn’t follow them there wouldn’t be any Scouts, but just boys, and we didn’t want to be just boys again, like we used to. Carl said more. He said we couldn’t settle it right there and if the Troop said it was all right he and Shocky would talk with Mr. Buchanan and try to fix it up

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8 BOYS’ LIFE—The Boy Scouts’ Magazine right. We all said Sure, and then the Beavers showed the Rattlesnakes (that’s my new Patrol) some signaling and Roy Steele (the scribe) read the report of the last meeting (which we forgot when we started) and then we all said the Scout Oath like we always do when Mr. Buchan- an is there and then we went home. It was snowing a little then, but Carl and I went down to the Town Hall and stood on a box and looked in and saw the men drilling. Mr. Buchanan was drill- ing them and they didn’t. have any uni- forms or any guns at all. Then we went home. I have a flag in my room. Your dear son, Roserr. Sarurpay. Dear Father—I am so sleepy I can’t write long tonight, but you made me promise to write — day. Mother made some doughnuts today and they were dandy. Carl came over to my house after school and we ate six doughnuts and talked about a war and the drill company and the Troop and he helped me do my chores and then I went over to his house and helped him do his chores so we could talk some more. Right after supper I got my home-work done fast, and then Carl and I went to Mr. Buchanan’s house. I guess we got there early, but Mrs. Buchanan told us to wait because Mr. Buchanan was busy and we sat on that big bearskin seat in the hall and listened to their big clock tick and tick and then it struck 8 and Mr. Buchanan came down stairs with three men. They were Mr. Kistler and Mr. Judith, the new drugstore man, and somebody else—I don’t know his name. They were in a hurry and walked out fast, but Mr. Buchanan stayed and stood up straight and we saluted, and so did he, like he always does, and said, Good evening, Scouts, come up stairs and we went up and talked and—then—Judithe— Sunday—Say, Father, I fell sound asleep while I was-writing to you last night, and I guess maybe you can’t read all I wrote. Mr. Judith can’t go to a war. Mr. Buch- anan told us so last night. He is two years too old and his leg is lame so he can’t drill. Now he is going to be our Scout- master. That’s what Mr. Buchanan told us. Mr. Buchanan will go away if there is a war because he is in the National Guard and he was in the Spanish War too. I don’t know Mr. Judith very well—only when I go in to get a soda-water or some- thing, and I went only twice because he hasn’t had his drug store here long. He has red hair and a scar on his left jaw. It’s a deep scar, and I asked Parley one day to ask him what made it and why his leg is lame but he wouldn’t. He has got a dog, too—a curly spaniel. He always curls up under a chair near the big stove in the store. But I said curly because his hair is curly—and so is the dog when he curls up. (Ha-Ha.) He can sing good, too. He sings in the Presbeterian choir. Too bad he can’t find some medicine in his store to make him young and not lame— he’s got medicine enough to cure an ele- phant. But if he got cured he would go away to war and then he couldn’t be our Scoutmaster. At Sunday-school today Carl said, When would we tell the Troop about him? I said because we are the Patrol Leaders shouldn’t we talk about it with Mr. Judith ‘first, and Carl said, All right, and right after Sunday-school we san over to the Presbeterian church and when we saw Mr. Judith come out we walked along like as if we didn’t see him only we walked right toward him. He said, Hello, Scouts, and we said, Hello, Mr. Judith, and he said, If you have time will you walk home with me? and we did and he said that Mr. Buchanan had told us right—that Mr. Buchanan had trapped him into it, and that Mr. Buchanan was a clever rascal. We would have told him some things—him talking that way about our Scoutmaster— but he smiled so much when he said it. What do you mean, trapped? asked Carl —and then he added Mr. Judith, to be politer. Well, Mr. Judith said, he asked me first if I really wanted to serve my country in case of war, and I said I did. Then he asked if I could serve my country here at home, would I do it? I said, Sure, and then he said, Promise, and I promised, and then he told me that I was henceforth the Scout- master of Troop No. 1, Amesty Boy Scouts of America. I’m what? I asked. Just that, he said. And what’s that? I asked, and he told-me about the Scouts and I said, All right if you will show me how, and he said, I’ll help but I’m going to be awful, busy whipping these rookies into shape, and you'll get your biggest help from’ my Patrol Leaders, Crawford and Shockly—that’s you, isn’t it? Carl coughed, but I said right out, Yes, and Mr, Judith said,- Well, I’ll.take my first lesson Tuesday night if you can come around to the store about closing time. We said we’d be there and we’re going you bet. Shall we tell the fellows? I asked, when Mr. Judith went in his house. Not yet, Carl said. All right, I said—quite a sur- prise we'll have for them, hey? I asked Carl why Mr. Judith had said Tuesday night instead of Monday and he said Monday is the first of the month and storekeepers always take invetory on the first. Carl used to work at Spong’s gro- cery nights and Saturdays and knows a lot about stores. I wish I could work some- times instead of studying all the time. Then maybe I’d know something. Tuesday night the company’s going to drill again, too. Your dear son, Roserr. WeEDNEsDAY. Dear Father—I didn’t write a letter to you Monday or Tuesday, because I had so much to do, but I wrote down something —that seemed like keeping my promise— and this is what I wrote:

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May, 1917 BOYS’ LIFE—The Boy Scouts’ Magazine 9 Monday—School; the janitor who puts up the flag left it about four feet from the to of the pole and I fixed it; long talk wit Carl at his house after school. Tuesday—The paper from the city came full of war news and one tells all about Amesty men drilling and a lot about Mr. Buchanan. Well, we were at the drug store Tuesday night. We got to the store at about a quarter to 8, and Mr. Judith said, Scouts will you take Curly out for a walk and bring him back at 8? Carl said, Sure, he’d give him a good turn around the block, and we went out and laughed. We took a long walk up past Randall’s place by the big willows and then we went down and saw them get ready to drill and came back and Mr. Judith was wait- ing for us. You never heard anybody ask so many questions as he did, and we told him about everything and he looked at the Handbook Mr. Buchanan gave him. Carl told him about our meetings and about the Beavers and the Rattlers and after a while Mr. Judith put his head in his hand and said he felt groggie and guessed he had enough for one night and he would stud the Handbook and think it over and tall with us again some time, but he didn’t say when. Then he told us some stories about real things, not made up. He knows lots. Then we went home, but we went past the Town Hall, and the men were just com- ing out and Mr. Buchanan said, Hello Scouts, did you give Mr. Judith a good lesson, and we said, Yes, and he said, Can you Scouts come over to my house tomorrow evening right after supper?— and we said Yes, and so we are going. Rosert. Frimay. Dear Father—Well, we went to Mr. Buchanan’s house last night, but we didn’t stay long. When we went in he called right out, Come right up stairs. He was sitting at his desk and he said, Sit down, boys, and we did and he kept looking over let- ters and things while he talked, and fold- ing them and tying them up. Well, he said, what do you think of your new Scoutmaster? Carl said, Well, he’s a corker, and I said so too. Now fellows, said Mr. Buchanan, looking up at us, you are the Patrol Leaders and you know how busy Mr. Judith is with his store, and’ it’s going to be up to you, mostly. I have been called to the city by telegram, and I must go this evening. To the city, said Carl—what for? To further the preparations for—for whatever emergensy may come, said Mr. Buchanan. Then do you think there will be a war? I said. Boys, he said, I don’t know—nobody knows unless it is the President, but it looks like we are getting closer to it every day. He look awful serious. Our country must preserve its Honor, he said. Honor is the blood of a nation that makes it live. When that’s gone—but the honor of the good old United States will NEVER be lost, and he hit the table and stood up. I'll make my sacrifice, other men will make theirs, you boys will make yours and our Country’s Honor will be saved. While I’m gone—if it’s only for a week or a month, though I don’t know if I'll ever come back—you Patrol Leaders—my good friends—do all you can for your troop and for your Country here at home. Tell all the Scouts goodbye for me—I can’t see them myself. You all can help in many ways. First, you are to help your new Scoutmaster, Go to it! I must be start- ing soon. He didn’t talk like he always did, but shouted awful loud and slapped us on the shoulder hard and turned away quick and I couldn’t see his face. Come on, whispered Carl to me. I said, Goodbye, Mr. Buchanan, and so did Carl, and Mr. Buchanan said, Goodbye Scouts, and it sounded awful funny the way he said it. Your dear son, Rosert. Sunpay AFrrernoon. Dear Father—Mr. Harding, the Editor of The Clarion, gets a telegram every day now from the city, and he prints it in big letters on a big piece of paper and then hangs it in the window, and then every- body in town goes down and reads it. He was putting it up yesterday when Carl and I saw folks going up to read it and we went too and it said— WAR HAS BEEN DECLARED BY UNITED STATES The folks reading it were awful still and then old man Anderson, the one-legged harness maker who always rides in the G. A. R. parades, raised his cane way over his head and let out a yell that nearly scared me, and then said Hooray, Hooray, for the U. 8S. A—We’ll show ’em. Wow. But I felt queer-like and couldn’t yell, and Carl was still, too, and nobody else yelled, but I saw men talking to each other and nodding their heads. Just then Mr. Judith came up. He read the news and it looked to me like his head fell forwards, and then he straightened up and he saw us and he said, Scouts, there’s work for all of us to do now, and we'd bet- ter all talk it over Tuesday night. Think you Patrol Leaders can get your Patrols together then, at the church? Carl said he guessed so, but Lick Law- rence was out of town he thought, and Stony Spillane was going to his sister’s on the farm and Carl didn’t know whether he had gone or not, and I said maybe Willis McCall went to the city yesterday for he was talking about maybe he would go with his father—and Mr. Judith cut right in and said, What, don’t you know about your own patrols? I’m surprised. And in such times as these. I felt awful queer—and then he laughed and said he had a new stunt to put up to us Tuesday night, and Carl asked what it was and Mr. Judith said in a deep, funny tone that sounded like a big cannon booming— MOBOLIZATION ! We'll be there, we said, and then we went home to do our chores. I don’t know just exactly what mobolization is, but I think I do. My, a war makes a lot to talk about, doesn’t it father? I didn’t used to write such long letters. I don’t tell you half either. Goodbye. Your dear son, Roserr. Monpay. Dear Father—Two trains of soldiers went through Amesty today. Charley Dobb got a telegram about it and told Mr. Harding about it, and he put it up in the window at The Clarion office and I saw it when I went downtown this noon and told all the fellows. When we went to the depot after school there was almost everybody there waiting, and Mrs. Older told me they had been there for two hours waiting. Then a train came and we were excited, and it was only a freight train that didn’t stop at all. There were big red papers on every car, almost, but it went so fast I couldn’t read them, but Carl said they were full of pow- der and guns and things for the war. Well, the troop train came in right after that a little while and everybody cheered and waved flags, and old Mr. Anderson stood on a truck and played his drum, and the soldiers cheered him. But mostly the soldiers were running around asking where they could get a drink. Mr. Dobb brought out his pail of water from the telegraph: office and they drank that in a minute, I guess, and one soldier yelled, Where’s the well? Carl took the bucket and ran over to Ross’s pump by the depot, but when he came back, spilling it every- where, the train was starting and a soldier said, Thanks, and grabbed the pail and handed it to a soldier in a window and a lot more spilled, and then the soldier jumped on when it was going fast. Mr. Dobb said, Hay, bring back my pail, but they all laughed, and so did Mr. Dobb, and when the last car went by Mr. Ander- son was still beating his drum and every- body cheered. They all got around Mr. Dobb and asked him when the next troop train would go through, and he said he thought about 8 o'clock, and we went uptown, and Carl and Spike and I went to Mr. Judith’s store and Carl said, Those soldiers sure were thirsty—and Mr. Judith said, Well? like he was asking a question. I told him about one soldier stealing Mr. Dobb’s pail from Carl—and Mr. Judith said, Well? again, and then Carl said the other train would get in about 8 o’clock, and Mr. Judith said, WELL again, louder, and Carl asked him if he meant a well of water or some other kind of well, and Mr. J. said, Good Peter, but you Scouts are slow in the head, and we said, Why, and he said, I thought you had your eyes open for a chance to do a good turn, and—— Then Carl yelled, I’m on, and I was too, and I said, How can we do it, and he said, Think. I said maybe each Scout could bring a pail from home, but where would we get enough cups, and Carl said each soldier had a cup of his own, and thought it would be all right to ask Mr. Hartwell if he could let us take a dozen pails from his store, and maybe he would. Mr. Judith said we could ask him, and we went to his store and did, and he said, Sure, it was a good idea. Well, then we went home to supper and Spike helped me tell all the Rattlesnakes and Carl and Fred told all the Beavers. We were all at Mr. Hartwell’s about 7 o'clock, and got the pails and went to Mrs. Ross’ pump and pumped them full, and went to the depot and waited and waited, and so did everybody, and the train came about half past eight, and it didn’t stop at all. We felt bad, I tell you, and Spike said, Let’s take this water up to Mr. Judith’s and pour it into his well, well, well. We took the pails all back to Mr. Hart- well’s store, and he knew what had hap- pened and laughed, and just said it was all right boys, and better luck next time. Buck isn’t sick any more, but he’s awful mangy. Not now so much, because mother and I gave him a hard bath today with some stuff in it, and he jumped out of my arms all wet and ran across the hall and (Continued on page 57)

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ij Ted Savage, running against time, bounded around the far turn of the indoor track. It was Ted’s last trial be- fore the big Indoor Championship Meet on Saturday, and the Glenwood students gathered near, the timer moved closer and looked curiously at the ticking stop-watch. “He’s going too slow,” one of them re- marked. “He won’t make the mile under four-thirty in a hundred years.” But Ted, speeding forward with long, even strides, increased rather than dimin- ished his pace. Around the far corner he sped, running easily, his reserve strength yet uncalled for. “Four minutes flat; let out!’ the coach called sharply. At the command, the runner leaped for- ward, his lithe limbs working smoothly, his blond pompadour bobbing up an down ludicrously. Around the turn he sprinted, bounding gracefully along the backstretch, head held high, muscles glid- ing rhythmically. Straight on to the tape he sped. A final desperate effort, and he feirly threw himself across the finish line. The watch clicked. “Four minutes and thirty seconds,” the coach announced. He glanced specula- tively at the runner, wno had turned and was walking toward the group at the finish. “How do you feel?” Ted smiled pleasantly. “Fine,” he ans- wered, “What was the time?” “Four-thirty. You’re good for two sec- onds better than that.” “Anything else?” “No, that will do for today.” Crea Strong watched anxiously as 6 ys turned toward the dressing room, the older man following. “Phil Merritt did the mile in four-twen- ty-eight last night,” he remarked casually. A brief shadow passed over Ted's flushed face. “How was he at the finish?” he asked. “All in.” For a moment Ted looked into the dis- tance, a speculative light in his eyes. He drew a deep breath. ; “Saturday will tell the tale,” he an- nounced finally. He glanced questioningly at the older man. “Do you think we will win the championship?” “It may be close,” the coach answered, “but I am fairly certain that we will come out ahead.” “Well, I hope we do.” Wrapping a towel about his body, Ted disap- peared in the direction of the — shower baths. The coach smiled after him. “The best schoolboy miler in the country,” he remarked to no one in particular. “He’s going to win that race by five yards.” An Unusual Track Story By EARL REED SILVERS Illustrated by Cuartes L. Wrenn HEN Ted, his skin glowing health- ily, emerged from beneath the showers, the coach was reading the latest edition of the afternoon paper. “Here’s some*hing about the meet,” he announced. “Want to hear it?” The star runner’s eyes were alight with interest. “Shoot!” he answered shortly. “Schoolboys in this vicinity are looking forward with deep interest to the Eastern Scholastic Indoor Championships which will be held in Philadelphia on Saturday afternoon,” the coach read slowly. “The winner in each event will go to Chicago two weeks hence to participate in the National Championships. It is a chance of a lifetime and the boys are working hard——” “What does it say about the mile?” d Ted interrupted rather impatiently. The reader’s eyes glanced down the length of the column. “Here it is,” he answered finally. “The mile is a toss-up between Savage of Glen- wood and Merritt of Haddonfield. The former is yet to be defeated at this dis- tance, but he is new at the game and lacks the experience of his rival. Both boys are capable of doing close to a record time, and whatever the outcome, the spectators may be assured of a close and exciting race.’ ” “Humph!” Ted Savage’s brow knit anxiously. “They seem to think that Phil can beat me,” he remarked. “Do you know Merritt?” All ready for the gun? 10 A Bully Good Loser “Yes, he worked as a clerk in the hotel stayed at last summer.” “What kind of a fellow is he?” “The best in the world. He did some- thing big for me once.” For a moment, Ted looked off into the distance. In the excitement of the ap- proaching meet, he had forgotten his debt to Merritt, a debt which was bigger than he could ever hope to pay. The coach’s voice brought him back to the present. “Is he a quitter?” the older man was asking. “Never.” Ted shook his head. he can run, too,” he added. “Yes, but not as fast as you can, Ted.” The coach arose. “Unless a miracle hap- pens, your race is already as good as won.” With a brief nod, he turned and strolled - out to the main gymnasium. Ted watched him go. Something of the other’s enthu- siasm surged through the boy’s veins, and with it came a hint of the confidence the coach had disclosed. For a full minute he sat on the knife-scarred bench, looking off into the distance with unseeing eyes. Finally he arose, shaking his head half angrily. “Of course I’m going to win,” he told himself irritably. “There isn’t any use in getting nervous about it.” But as he made his way slowly in the direction of the school dormitory, a slight frown clouded his clear-cut face. “I wish it wasn’t Phil Merritt I was running against,” he mut- tered. O N Saturday afternoon at four o’clock, Ted stepped out of the stuffy dressing room and gazed curiously over the floor of the big armory. A gun barked sharply and five white-shirted runners sped around the turn. Ted’s eyes followed them as they pounded up the backstretch and rounded the curve toward the finish line. A second later they swept across the tape, . closely bunched. A burst of cheers greet- ed the announcers’ words: “Haddonfield first; Glenwood second; Central third; Boys’ High fourth.” Across the floor suddenly boomed the voice of the starter. “First call for the mile!” Ted walked slowly toward the starting line. There was still plenty of time, but he was anxious to view the other contestants and to “size them up.” Halfway across the enclosure, a dark-haired, lithe-limbed boy greete@ him. It was Merritt, the Had- donfield entry. “How are you, Ted?” he asked pleas- antly. “All ready for the gun?” His lips smiled, but his eyes were anxious. “I’m a little off my feed, I think, Phil.” Ted felt gingerly of the hardened muscles ae “And

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May, 1917 BOYS’ LIFE—The Boy Scouts’ Magazine 11 of his calves. Suddenly he stood erect. “Good luck to you,” he said. The other boy smiled. “Its mighty good of you to say so,” he answered. He hesitated a moment. “It means a trip home for me, you know.” “How’s that?” “I live in Chicago; if I win it means I go home. Haven’t been there now for two years.” “ “Qh!” ROM the other side of the track came _ the Glenwood cheer, but Ted heard it only vaguely. Into his mind there flashed a-pic- ture of one memorable aft- ernoon the summer before; he saw himself struggling in the water of the lake, while ten feet away a white face rose to the surface and looked toward him appeal- ingly. Yes, it was a big debt he owed to Phil Mer- ritt! He turned to the other boy, but Phil was talking to the Haddonfield coach. A few yards away, Coach Strong was standing with a group of officials. Ted touched his arm. “How does the stand?” he asked. “We'll win easily,” the coach announced confident- ly. “We have twenty-three points, and Haddonfield has twenty.” “What events are left?” “The mile and the high hurdles.” “Does the meet depend on me?” The coach’s eyes opened slightly. “If you should only get second in_ the mile,” he answered, “that will give Glen- wood twenty-six points and Haddonfield twenty-five. -The championship would then depend upon the high hurdles. We have entered Hammond, who is the best hurdler in the school ranks; Haddonfield has Smithson, who can hardly get better than fourth. If our ‘dope’ holds true, even if you only finish second, we will not- ably win by a score of thirty-one to twenty- six.” “But if Hammond should fall down or something else should happen?” Ted sug- gested anxiously. “Then, of course, we would lose; but Hammond is a pretty good runner.” “I see.” The older man placed a kindly hand on Ted’s shoulder. “Don’t worry about it,” he counselled. “You’re a better man than Merritt and you can beat him easily. There’s the last call; go out and win.” . meet ED saw Phil again at the starting line. His eyes shone with excitement, the muscles of his arms contracted and relaxed nervously. He greeted Ted smilingly. “It’s a pretty long race, Ted,” he re- marked lightly. “All the way to Chicago and back.” Beneath the levity of his tone, Ted caught a tense earnestness. Suddenly the realization of what the race meant to the other boy came to him. He knew that Phil was poor, that a trip home was a big event, something he could not afford un- — less his expenses were paid by someone other than himself. Ted held out his hand. “Good luck to you,” he said. “Thank you,” Phil answered seriously. “May the best man win.” to runners gathered around the start- er and drew for position. Ted’s num- ber was five; beside him, sixth from the pole, was Merritt. Ted glanced at his friend and rival as he pranced back and forth, “warming up” before the final test. His muscles glided smoothly under taut skin; his long, slender legs gave an impres- sion of latent strength. The huge armory suddenly became sil- ent. Tensely, the spectators awaited the feature event of the evening. Something of the excitement of the moment came to Ted; he forgot Merritt, forgot everything except that the race was about to begin. “All ready, fellows?” The starter took his position in back of the line, and the runners kneeled slowly. Ted’s heart throbbed wildly; his hand shook. He glanced at the others; they ap- peared confident, almost eager. Suddenly, a feeling of nausea came upon him; his lips parted and a sigh slipped through his teeth. Only a runner can aeons the agon- ized suspense of those few minutes before a race. “Get on your marks!” Ted placed his fingers carefully on the white line. His jaw sagged. “Get set!” He bent forward tensely. The gun fired, Vaguely he felt the snap of the tape across his breast. HIL, first off, bounded ahead, fighting to hold his position until the turn was reached. A red-shirted runner, seventh in line, attempted to cross in front of the others. There was a moment of jostling, a muttered exclamation, and the men swung around the first turn, closely bunched. In their midst raced Ted, his nausea for- gotten, his attention centered on the pace- maker before him. His legs worked me- chanically; his chest rose and fell in easy rhythm. The crunch of the runners’ feet thrilled him vaguely; in the joy of the contest he forgot everything except the circling track and the swaying motion of the bodies beside him. They entered the second lap, and still the dazzling pace continued. Ted heard vaguely as one of the spectators voiced the opinion of the crowd: “Too fast! The pace will kill them.” Around the far turn they raced, Merritt and Ted slightly in advance of the others. As one man, they sped along the home- stretch, matching stride for stride, heads up, arms hanging loosely. The third lap began, and one of the run- ners in the rear suddenly sprinted around the bend and took the lead. The crowd cheered, but to Ted it seemed only a con- fused roar, like the sound of ocean waves beating upon the beach. The pace in- creased, and Merritt, again leading, length- ened his stride. Still Ted hung on grimly. For the first time in his running career, he felt tired before a race was two-thirds finished. 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12 BOYS’ LIFE—The Boy Scouts’ Magazine May, 1917 vaguely if he had gone ‘stale’; if too much training had sapped his stamina. And still Merritt sped along, his gait un- faltering, his legs pumping uP and down with machine-like precision. The fifth lap went by. The two leaders had left the others far in the rear; the race had nar- rowed down to a-battle between them. fe Ted, grimly striving to follow the pace which the other boy set, it all seemed a horrible nightmare. His brain reeled, his throat was clogged; only his legs responded. He lost track of time, of the distance covered; he remembered noth- ing except that he must cling to the speed- ing figure before him. The stands whirled by, a roaring mass of waving black; the board track glided dizzily beneath his feet. He clenched his fist. Into his dimmed consciousness came the his own brother called to him appealingly and sank below the surface. And then, something had happened. Another figure had dashed from the hotel steps, dived into the water, seized the un- conscious form of the boy and carried it to the shore. The rescuer had been -Phil Merritt, whom Ted was running against. And now he was going to beat Phil and rob him of a trip to his far away home! His legs working mechanically, Ted glanced around the enclosure. His eyes rested upon Coach Strong standing to one side of the track. The words of the coach returned to him: “Even if you finish only second, we will probably win the meet by a score of thirty-one to twenty-six.” sudden realization that Merritt was run- KK : ning the race of his life. He was putting every ounce of his superb strength into his stride; he was eating his heart out for a chance to win—and to go home. To go home! The phrase pounded itself into Ted’s whirling brain. Merritt wanted to go home. With eyes half closed, Ted ran mechanically, permitting the other boy to set the pace, following instinctively, with the courage which knows a But suddenly Merritt faltered. He swerved to the center of the track and half stumbled. A thunderous roar burst from the stands. Ted heard it wonderingly. He had not thought that the other boy had also been affected by the dizzy pace, but the cheering of his school supporters brought him suddenly to his senses. He threw up his head and raced into the lead. Merritt, recovering, clung to his heels. Ted heard dimly as one of the spectators, seem- ingly far away, voiced the words: “Only two more laps.” WO more! He set his lips and dashed onward. His legs seemed miraculous- ly to have been infused with fresh power. Calling upon his latent strength, which had never yet failed him, he sped around the far corner. Subconsciously he knew that Phil was clinging to his heels. But he knew also that the race was his, that the faltering boy behind him could never re- gain the lead. A thrill of exultation swept over him. He would still be an unbeaten champion. Head up, he sped along. Behind him pounded the feet of his greatest rival. He could hear Phil’s breath at his shoulder; eyes half. closed, he raced ahead. And then, with startling suddenness, there came to his straining ears the sound of a sigh. It wheezed through the other boy’s set teeth, and ended in a sob of despair. Un- consciously, Ted half turned his head. For a moment the dark eyes of Phil Merritt stared into his, hopelessly, helplessly. His face, finely chisled and drawn, was color- less. His jaw sagged. There was something about the drawn face, something about the staring eyes which forced into the surging mind of Ted Savage a picture of one late afternoon in the preceding summer. He saw himself, unable to swim, standing on the wharf be- fore the shimmering water of the mountain lake. He saw his own small brother enter the water, gradually work his way farther from the shore until, with a cry, he sank beyond his depth. With cutting vividness, his feeling of helpiessness returned to him. His brother drowning, and he unable to swim! He saw himself enter the water, only to splash and thresh around wildly, while six feet away, By Joun A. Forpes_ What are the final tests of a Scout? (Before the world you must try him out.) Does he do his “good turns” every day? s he live the Scout Law ALL the way? Does he stick to his job and see it through? Is he helpful, reverent, clean, and true? bag he stand by his friends through thick and thin? Is he sterling silver—or only tin? s he live like a Scout so all can see What a Scout of America ought to be? THOSE are the tests a Scout goes through; He must pass them all, or he’s not true blue. Khaki and badges don’t make you a Scout; Living the law does—so live it out! Don’t be veneer stuck on with glue; Be SOLID MAHOGANY all the way through! Even if you only finish second! The words drummed themselves into his throb- bing brain. Supposing he did finish sec- ond! The school would win anyway; the only thing he would lose was the personal honor. And Phil Merritt, the boy who had saved his brother’s life, would be able to go home. Glenwood was sure of winning; Hammond would get first in the hurdles, there was no doubt about it——! From beside the track a gun barked sharply. The last lap! Ge ae Ted quickened his pace; at his shoulder the other boy hung grimly for a moment and then drop- ped back. A roar of applause burst from the stands. But to Ted it seemed like the roar of the lake on a windy night. The track reeled beneath him; he stumbled. It seemed as if he were wading through water which reached up to his ankles and held him back. The sound of Phil’s breathing came to him. The other boy was drawing closer. Ted threw up his head and ran on. He knew that he had within him the power to win the race; but something held him back. His legs seemed heavy; the mirage of the water returned. Around the final turn he splashed, hearing at his shoulder the patter of feet against the hard boards. Suddenly a figure dashed by him. He knew then that Phil had made his supreme effort. For a moment his own pace slackened, the barest hint of a sigh esca from his lips. -He was glad! Phil deserved to win; he had run a great race; had earned the right to go home again. Ted shut his eyes and ran on, strangely intent to let the other boy gain the victory. Then suddenly, from across the track, rang the booming cheer of Glenwood Academy. It was a cheer of. loyalty, of confidence in the boy Glenwood had chosen as her representative. The familiarly jumbled words struck Ted like a whip, clearing his reeling brain, infusing his weakening limbs with renewed strength. Ted’s eyes opened wide. His school was calling him! His school! For whose traditions he had fought during the past’ two years! For whose honor he had battled on football field and track! Glenwood was calling on him to win! The tape stretched rigidly across the track, not thirty yards away. A _ yard ahead, and slightly to the left, raced Phil Merritt, fighting his way forward with the last ounce of his courageous strength. For the barest fraction of a second, Ted faltered. Which should it be, Phil or the school? And then, as if in answer to his uestion, the Glenwood cheer, straight rom the hearts of two hundred of his schoolmates, boomed across the Armory floor. It carried with it a hint of appeal, a call for a supreme effort—and victory. Suddenly the only answer came to the straining boy. The school had placed its trust in him; it was up to him to be true to the trust. With the finish a bare twenty yards ahead, Ted made his bid. Calling upon the last thread of his splendid courage, drawing upon every ounce of his latent strength, he increased his pace. Inch by inch he crept upon the exhausted Merritt. Ten yards from the alert-eyed judges, the runners were racing side by side. And then, Ted Savage forged ahead. Jaw sag- ging, eyes bulging from. their sockets, he fought his way to the finish line. Vaguely, he felt the snap of the tape across the chest. In the din of the race’s end, he realized that he had won the mile—had brought the championship to Glenwood. N hour later, after the greatest race in the history of the Scholastic cham- pionships, Ted emerged from the dressing room. The Armory stands were deserted; on the floor small groups of contestants and officials were discussing the salient points of the various events. Coach Strong, spying Ted, offered his hand in congratulation. “You saved the day for Glenwood,” he announced. “Hammond fell down in the hurdles; if you hadn’t won, we would have lost the championship.” Ted nodded rather absently, for Phil Merritt stood before him, two brights spots of red on his otherwise pale face. “Ted,” he said soberly, “I want to apol- ogize to you.” The Glenwood runner looked up wonder- ingly. “Why?” he asked. “Because I was pretty much of a cad to tell you what winning that race would mean to me—about my going home, you know. It was nothing more or less than a suggestion that you let me win because I did something for you last summer.” Ted, unable to find words, laughed rather awkwardly. “Nonsense!” he said. “It was a mighty small thing to do,” Phil continued bravely, ignoring the inter- ruption, “even to suggest that you sacrifice yourself and your school for me. If I had won, I never would have forgiven myself.” Impulsively, Ted held out his hand, and Phil grasped it in a grip of renewed friend- ship and respect. = “I wish you the best of success in Chi- cago,” he said. “You deserve to win.” | |

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Through College on Nothing a Year From a Student’s Story By CHRISTIAN GAUSS Illustrated by F. Ricnry (Conclusion) OU remember my first experience in Y selling programs was as a fresh- man on the day of the Harvard- Princeton game, and I felt then that the five dollars I earned was the easiest. money ever. At this game I had to look after about forty men who were -selling pro- grams as I had sold them then. Each of those men was getting twice as much on every sale as I had earned as a freshman, and the heaps of programs in their arms were simply melting away, My own share in the day’s work, or rather in all the work that led up to that day, amounted to just about thirty-five times what I had cashed in for that first experience. wealth never did sit well on my shoulders. Oh, yes, I kept at my regular work. I was manager of the Pressing Establishment, did my work in the Distributing Agency, at the commons, and in the new schemes that turned up from time to time. But I suppose I felt too good over the success of that pro- gram. At Thanksgiving I went home for only a day and then rushed off to spend the rest of the time up in New York State at my roommate’s. But after Thanksgiving I ran into a slump and loafed until Christmas.- I loafed so ob- trusively that it got on my roommate’s nerves, and I did it so hard that after loafing for three weeks I had to go home for a vacation. Most of the time I spent at parties. Yes, theatre and dancing parties. But I came back and got into the mill again and began to grind once more. Did I still have that old feeling of con- straint? No, I didn’t have it as I had it in freshman year, but a little of it was left. You will remember my telling you that I had to learn the way of life of the undergrads, and that when I ar- rived in Princeton I didn’t know what a dessert was. I had about caught up now and had come to a decision, For* two Well, years I had tried to do as they did. Now I was feeling far easier and freer in man- ner and speech. You can’t help but im- prove unconsciously, and I had at times made a conscious effort. But now I had the sense of having served my appren- ticeship and could act pretty much as they did. But in many things I decided that I preferred to be myself. In what way? Oh, in many ways. My use of language, for instance. Do I use slang to my professors? Of course not. But when I wish to talk to a man that I know, I do it in my own language, and if slang expresses it better I use slang. If you , oe something to say to the other fellow, the important thing is to have him get it. H4? my attitude toward college changed? Certainly. All this helped to bring about a change. During the first two years, besides feeling strange I had the feeling of being handicapped. My previous training had not been of the best, and the ways of college life, as well as the ways of men generally, were new. Two years of running up against the same thing and going through the same mill had brought out fairly similar products. If you want my opinion, it is this. It takes two years to make a college student; it takes two more to let him make of him- self a college graduate. In junior and senior years I no longer had any sense of being handicapped; T felt that we were all running from scratch and it was a fair field and no favor. If some of us did fall behind, it was our own fault. Had I acquired the feeling of inde- pendence? Yes, I felt that all doors were open and I could come and go as I chose. at is the feeling I-now had about the world at large, and it is one of the finest things my coming to college has given me. I now feel that I can circulate freely not —_ in the class in which I grew up but with all sorts and conditions of men. But you can have independence and not have confidence. I was now beginning to 13 “Me for the wide, wide world!” be in that stage. Yes, I had had -nter- prise before, but not confidence. What gave it to me? I will tell you what helped. In my junior year I needed money, and wrote to my partner, who was out of town. I told him: “I have a deal on hand; send me fifty dollars.” That isn’t the way they did things where I came ‘from. He showed his absolute faith in me by send- ing it on the next mail with no questions asked. By advancing that sum in that way he did far more than show fifty dol- lars’ worth of confidence in me. He gave me confidence itself, because when some one else has faith in you and shows it you can’t help getting a little yourself. When the check fell out of his letter I beamed all over inside. That was the start. Of course, I was seeing a great deal more of the fellows than I had ever done before. I was in my room more of the time and in the rooms of my friends. We went to the movies together, shot a jig- ger now and then, and in the evening smoked a pipe and had a talk. I tell you ~ I enjoyed some of those talks. I said once that when I came I didn’t have the feel- ing that I belonged here. That was still true in a sense. I don’t mean that I still felt lost. That was gone long ago, but I didn’t feel perfectly natural. There was so much of the unexpected in this college world for me that every now and then something still bobs up to prove that I haven’t learned everything about it yet. It’s a little bit like the feeling a man has just before an examination when he isn’t well prepared. I didn’t have the ways of society down cold, that’s what I mean. I can illustrate. The other day I saw a classmate who has worked his way like myself walkin along the campus with a young lady. met him later and began to jolly him about it. I said he looked unnatural, uncomfortable, and lost. He immediately took me up and offered to prove to me that he was perfectly natural. He did. This is the way he put it:

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14 BOYS’ LIFE—The Boy Scouts” Magazine May, 1917 “For me it is natural to feel unnatural, uncomfortable, and lost when I am walk- ing along the campus with a young lady.” “You win,” I said. GUESS he had it on me. I didn’t feel perfectly at home, but I was get- ting used to it, and of course I am now far more comfortable in any kind of life than I ever was before. Do you know “The Luck Henry”? Well, Ballad of Hard- “Hard-Luck Henry he was hoodoo-proof, He knew the way to lose.” That’s pretty much the case. I @on’t want to pull any rah-rah or virtuoso stuff, but I want to make you understand if I can. .It’s like this. A fellow in my situa- tion is bound to make mistakes. He is living in a different class of society and more or less frequently he puts his foot into it. Well, I had grown accustomed to making my occasional slip. I was be- coming hoodoo-proof, and conscious that I was not at home, but I was not yet con- scious of the mistakes I made when I eucuennncnacnensareerseneenine RUNTER PER- KINS and I saw Willy Pe- ters out in his door- yard the day his folks moved here from the city. “Don’t it beat all, Bunk Carson,” says Grunter to me, “how Cartersville gets ali the left-overs wished on to it?” “Wait and see,” I told him. “Maybe this new feller ain’t so bad as he looks.” “Huh!” says Grun- ter. “It’s a hoodoo. First we get Snipe Blackwell, the meanest boy that ever got licked, and next it’s this puny looking sliver!” There wasn’t much chance for an argy- ment. I never saw a boy named Willy that wasn’t kind of thin all over and pale, and had to have the doctor a lot. As soon as we got acquainted we found out that Willy Peters lived up to his name. E had one thing, though, that made us pay some attention to him until he queered himself. It was a cat. That cat was the funniest cat I ever saw. In the first place, Willy said, he had been hit by a street car and one of his front paws smashed. Willy found him and doctored him up, but Felix—that was what he named him—always went with that front leg kind of sticking out and helpless. Felix had a long face, like a horse, and. his tail was bent so he looked as if he was going some other way than what he was. He followed Willy around everywhere; and he could sit up and beg and roll made them. I always became conscious of them later. In those conversations with the other boys—and we had many heart-to-heart talks that went to rock-bottom—I have learned that there is a difference between fellows who come to college as I did and enter what might be called a strange world, and the fellows to the manner born. It’s a question of psychology, a sort of dual-personality effect. Any time when I got back into my room after having been out in a crowd, especially if it had been a mixed company, I would sit down and begin to view myself ob- jectively. I would see myself—yes, liter- ally see myself—as if I were there on the stage going through all the scenes of that gathering, and criticise myself as I would an actor. My self in these situations was an entire stranger to me. I mean that literally. I was at the same time audience and actor, and usually I would end up by saying: “Oh, what a dub you are! Why didn’t you say so-and-so? Why didn’t you do this instead of that?” And each time I had learned something. But, after all is said and done, I’d rather get “ham and ” down on Park Row than dine @ la mode at the Astor. HAT sort of amusement did I have? Everything was an amusement as I look back at it now. The joke was either on me or on somebody else, and I enjoyed it coming or going. You know the line: “If you’re up against it badly, then it’s only one on you.” At that I wasn’t up against it very often or very hard. Yes, out of the faculty and out of my lessons I was getting pure enjoyment. No, I prefer not to talk about what I got from books, because I suppose it’s much the same sort of thing the other fellows get out of them. There was, to be sure, now and then a lecture or lesson that was dry as dust, but out of most of them I got immense enjoyment, and especially, ever since my freshman year, out of my preceptorials. Honestly, I (Continued on page 52) By WILLIAM MERRIAM ROUSE Illustrated by F. Ricnry Smitty Henderson and his gang had got Willy Peters aid Felix over as smart as any dog you ever saw. I guess Willy was more used to cats than he was to being around with other fellers, for almost the first thing he did was to ask if he couldn’t join our secret band of pirates, the Black Rovers, instead of waiting for us to ask him. Grunter Per- kins wanted to initiate him hard and then tell him it was a joke, but John Nelson, the Boy Scout, said no; we’d ought to wait and see what kind of stuff he was made of. “He’s made of sponge cake, that’s what he’s made of,” says Grunter. “Least- ways, his head is.” i began to look as if Grunter was right, for the next thing Willy did was to ask Smitty Henderson if he could join Smitty’s gang, the Tommyhawk Avengers. You know Smitty. He’s the strongest boy in Cartersville and you can’t monkey with him a bit. “What for do you want to join the Avengers?” Smitty asked him. He kind of snorted. The Troubles of Willy Peters A New Boy Comes to Cartersville “Well,” says Willy, “I want to play with ’em.” “Play with ’em!” Smitty yelled at him. “Can you fight?” “I dunno,” Willy told him. “You go and work up some muscle, and then lick me, and then maybe you can join.” With that Smitty started to cuff him, and, by jinks, Willy turned around and ran! He kept on running until he met up with me and John we asked him what was the stopped crying long enough Nelson and matter. He to tell us. “You been brought up in the house too much,” Nelson told him. “What are you so ccared for—you couldn’t any more than get licked.” “I ain’t scared,” says Willy. “I’m cry- ing because I’m mad at myself for run- ning away.” What are you going to do with a feller like that? All-we could do was to let him alone, and we did. Nobody but Felix traveled around with Willy Peters. You’d see Willy going down the street with Felix limping along behind him, with that crooked tail of his almost steering him off the sidewalk. Once in a while Slats San- ders or Snipe Blackwell, or somebody else with a mean disposition would get after Willy and he’d run and snivel. But there wasn’t much fun in it, and they didn’t do it very often. After a while everybody sort of didn’t pay much attention to him.

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May, 1917 BOYS’ LIFE—The Boy Scouts’ Magazine 15 NE Saturday along about the time you can’t tell whether it’s spring or summer, Perkins and Nelson and I went down to the lake to fish. We fished off the steam- boat dock. You can’t catch anything there; but it was a good place to sit down for the steamboats hadn’t begun to run yet and there / / weren’t any grown folks around to bother us. After a while Perkins and Nelson said they would go up back of Squire Thompson’s and dig some more bait. I guess I must have dozed off after that for the next thing I knew I heard a lot of racket and a couple of yells like the Indi- ans had massacred a whole village. The noise was on the other side of the freight house, which is in the middle of the dock. I got up careful and peeked around a corner. MITTY HENDERSON and his gang had got Willy Peters and Felix; and it looked pretty bad for the prisoners. Willy was just about the same color as his starched collar. Snipe Blackwell had him with his arms twisted behind so he couldn’t wiggle without getting hurt, and Pieface Sherinan was leading Felix by a piece of sheep twine. If I ever saw a worried cat Felix was one. Just then Blackwell twist- ed one of Willy’s arms and he let out an awful yell. “Stop it!” says Smitty. “I told him he wouldn’t get hurt if he done what we said and you keep twisting his arms. Ill lam you in the jaw in a minute!” Snipe looked ugly, but he didn’t care to talk back. Smitty told his gang to put Willy and Felix up against the side of the freight house and make a half circle so they couldn’t get away. “Now,” says Smitty to Peters, “you make that humbly looking cat of yours do the stunts you been bragging about.” ILLY PETERS was the scaredest looking boy I ever saw. He was so scared he was blue around the mouth; and he couldn’t hardly stand up on those bean- pole legs of his. He had been crying, and it was a minute before he could talk. “I didn’t brag! I only said in the store he was a smart cat and could do tricks.” “It don’t make any difference whether ou bragged or not,” Slats Sanders told Lite, “You go ahead, like Smitty told you.” “A-a-all right,” Willy said. “Come here, Felix!” I guess Felix had been doing some think- ing for himself the last few minutes, and he’d decided that Willy Peters was no kind of a bodyguard to have. Anyways, he tried to go away from there. He picked out Pieface Sherman as being the most likely not to know what had happened until it was: over—Felix was right. about that—and he made a jump for Pieface’s shoulder. One jump from there would have given him a good start up the dock, only Pieface moved just that minute and Felix missed his shoulder and saved him- self from falling by getting a hold on one of Pieface’s ears and putting both hind claws in his necktie. Pieface fell down and almost rolled into the lake. Snipe Blackwell grabbed the string that was around Felix’s neck, and kicked him, and told Willy to hold the Felix saved himself from falling string. I was pretty mad. It’s mean enough to kick an able-bodied cat, but a cat that’s got one stiff leg and minds his own business all the time is worse. Just the same I wasn’t mad enough to get myself licked by the Tommyhawk Aven- gers. A _ general licking like that is a good deal worse than an individual licking. There are more . fellers to get tired out be- fore it’s over. Pieface Sherman wanted to draw blood on some- body for what Felix had done to him; but Smitt said, no; he had promised. But if Willy didn’t make his private circus work the rest of ’em could do their worst. it pens got themselves ranged around again and told Willy to go ahead. He was letting the tears come pretty fast now. He had screeched when Snipe kicked Felix. But he kind of braced up for a minute and squatted down side of the cat. “Come on, Felix, old feller,” he said. “Set up!” He snapped his fingers, but Felix just turned his head one way and then the other and looked glassy in the eye. “Make him do it!” yells Smitty. “Good boy! S-s-set up!” Felix made a start to get away and al- most jerked the string out of Willy’s hand. “°*Snough!” says Smitty. cat won’t do nothing.” That was all Snipe and Slats Sanders wanted. Slats he grabbed Willy and jammed him face first up against the freight house, and Snipe took Felix up b the back of the neck so he couldn’t pn ts or bite. “Somebody get me a brick,” he says, “and we'll have some real fun.” : “The darned HERE is some things you can stand for the sake of saving your own hide, and some things you can’t stand anyway. I jumped around the corner of the freight house and I managed to hit Snipe in the nose once before Smitty got me. Then there wasn’t any more fighting going on so far as I was con- cerned. After Smitty had rubbed me into the dock for a few minutes—because Snipe didn’t want to let go of Felix and do it himself —he got Pieface Sherman and an- other feller to set on me, which they did. Somebody had got the brick for Blackwell. He tied it to the end of the string that was around Fe- lix’s neck. Then he dropped the brick over the edge of the dock, put Felix down, and said “scat!” Of course Felix tried to get away. He could run along the edge of the. dock, but he couldn’t drag the and feet Seemed as if he was all a elbows and knees and fists brick up over the edge. Even with his stiff leg he clawed along so fast he looked like two cats. Some of the Avengers be- gan to throw sticks at him. All of a sudden there was a yell that didn’t sound like anything I ever heard before. Willy Peters had wiggled around so that he could see out from under Slats Sanders’s arm, and see what was going on. “Don’t you hurt Felix!” he yelled. “Don’t you do it!” J UST that minute the brick got the best of Felix and he went over the edge into the lake. He wasn’t worth any more than his hide and you would have to dive for that. The same minute that Felix went over I heard a grunt and looked around and I’m glad I did. I wouldn’t of missed what happened for a bicycle or a million dollars. The grunt was from Slats Sanders and was caused by him hitting the dock with the back of his head. Willy Peters had done it, and for just a minute he stood still looking down at Slats. He didn’t look like Willy Peters. His face was as white as a piece of chalk except his eyes; they had an awful funny look. “Hey!” yells Snipe Blackwell, and he started for Willy. That was all Snipe said for Willy Peters jumped and lit on him, and it seemed as if e was all elbows and knees and fists and feet. In two shakes of a lamb’s tail Snipe Blackwell was the most licked feller I have ever seen in Cartersville. I bet even Felix would of felt sorry for him. Slat Sanders got up and he and Smitty Henderson, they made for Willy; but the way he was started it would have need- ed a regiment of 4 soldiers to stop him. He put his y foot in Smitty’s ’ stomach and Smit- ~£ ty laid down and gf rolled over; and in three or four e motions more > Slats himself was ¢ a kind of human ( wreck. By that \ ae apse (Continued on be Ding NR ar: page 41) gee Sate

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The Shadow of the North By JOSEPH ALTSHELER Auther of ““The Hunter of the Hills.” “Apache Gold,” ““The Keepers of the Trail,” etc. (Synopsis on Page 18) Illustrated by Cuartes L. Wrenn IERCE yells of anger and disappoint- ment were rising in the forest. Jum- onville and two French soldiers had rushed forward, seized the reviving De Courcelles and were carrying him to one of the fires, where they would bind up his in- jured head. But inside the fort there was yo | exultation at the arrival of Tayoga and admiration for his skill. He insisted first on being allowed to wash off the Mic- mac paint; enabling him to return to his true character. Then he took food and drink. “Tayoga,” said Wilton, “I believed you could not come. I said so often to Len- nox. You would never have known my belief, because Lennox would not have told it to you, but I feel that I must apologize to you for the thought. I underrated you, but I underrated you because I did not believe any human being could do what you have done.” Tayoga smiled, showing his splendid white teeth. “Your thoughts did me no wrong,” he said in his precise school English, “because the elements and chance itself seemed to have conspired against me,” Later he told what he had heard in the vale of Onondaga where the sa- chems and chiefs kept themselves well in- formed concerning the movements of the belligerent nations. The French were still the more active of the rival powers, and their energy and conquests were bringing the western tribes in great numbers to their flag. Throughout the Ohio country the warriors were on the side of the French, who were continuing the construction of the powerful fortress at the junction of the Allegheny and the Monongahela. The French were far down in the province of New York, and they held control of Lake Champlain and of Lake George also. More settlements had been cut off, and more women and children had been taken pris- oners into Canada. But the British colonies and Great Bri- tain too would move, so Tayoga said. They were slow, much slower than Canada, but they had the greater strength and the fifty sachems in the vale of Onondaga knew it. They could not be moved from their atti- tude of friendliness toward the English, and the Mohawks openly espoused the Eng- 16 Tayoga slipped here and there continually setting new fires. lish side, The American, Franklin, was very active, and a great movement against Fort Duquesne would be begun, although it might not start until next spring. An English force under an English general was coming across the sea, and the might of England was gathering for a great blow. The Onondaga had few changes in the situation to report, but he at least brought news of the out- side world, driving away from the young soldiers the feeling that they were cut off from the human race. Wilton was present when he was telling of these things and when he had finished Robert asked: “How did you make your way through the great snow, Tayoga?” “It is well to think long before of diffi- culties,” he replied. “Last year when the winter was finished I hid a pair of snow shoes in this part of the forest, and when the great snow came I found them and used them.” Robert glanced at Wilton, whose eyes were widening. “And the great rain and flood—how did you meet that obstacle?” asked Robert. “That, too, was forethought. I have two canoes hidden in this region, and it was easy to reach one of them, in which I traveled with speed and comfort, until I could use it no longer. Then I hid it away again that it might help me another time.” “And what did you do when the great hurricane came, tearing up the bushes, cutting down the trees, and making the forest as dangerous as if it were being showered by cannon balls?” “I crept under a wide ledge of stone in

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May, 1917 BOYS’ LIFE—The Boy Scouts’ Magazine 17 the side of a hill, where I lay snug, dry and safe.” Wilton looked at Tayoga and Robert, and then back at the Onondaga. “Is this wizardry?” he cried. “No,” replied Robert. “Then it’s singular chance.” “Nor that either. It was the necessities that confronted Tayoga in the face of varied dangers, and my knowledge of what he would be likely to do in either case. Merely a rather fortunate use of the rea- soning faculties, Will.” Willet, who had come in, smiled. “Don’t let °em make game of you, Mr. Wilton,” he said, “but there’s truth in what Robert tells you. He understands Tayoga so thoroughly that he knows pretty well what he’ll do in every crisis.” After the Onondaga had eaten he wrap- ped himself in blankets, went to sleep in one of the rooms of the blockhouse and slept twenty-four hours. When he awoke he showed no signs of his tremendous jour- ney and infinite dangers. He was once more the lithe and powerful Tayoga of the Clan of the Bear, of the nation Onondaga of the great League of the Hodenosaunee. HE besiegers meanwhile undertook no movement, but, as if in defiance, they increased the fires in the red ring around the fort and they showed themselves osten- tatiously. Robert several times saw De Courcelles with a thick bandage about his head, and he knew that the Frenchman’s mortification and rage at being tricked so by the Onondaga must be intense. Now the weather began to grow very cold again, and Robert saw the number of tepees in the forest increase. The Indians, not content with the fires, were providing themselves with good shelters, and to every one it indicated a long siege. There was neither snow, nor hail, but clear, bitter, intense cold, and again the timbers of the blockhouse and outbuildings popped as they contracted under the lower tempera- ture. The horses were pretty well sheltered from the cold, and Willet, with his usual foresight, had suggested before the siege closed in that a great deal of grass be cut for them, though should the French and Indians hang on for a month or two, they would certainly become a problem. Food for the men would last indefinitely, but a time would arrive when none would be left for the horses. “If the pinch comes,” said Willet, “we know how to relieve it.” “How?” asked Colden. “We'll eat the horses.” Colden made a wry face. “It’s often been done in Europe,” said the hunter. “At the famous sieges of Ley- den and Haarlem, when the Dutch held out so long against the Spanish, they’d have been glad enough to have had horseflesh.” “I look ahead again,” said Robert, hid- ing a humorous gleam in his eyes from Colden, “and I see a number of young men behind a palisade which they have held gallantly for months. They come mostly from Philadelphia and they call themselves Quakers. They are thin, awfully thin, ter- ribly, so thin that there is scarcely enough to make a circle for their belts. They have not_eaten for four days, and they are about td"sill their last horse. When he is gone they will have to live on fresh air and scenery.” “Now I know, Lennox, that you’re draw- ae oe your imagination and that you’re a f prophet,” said Colden. “I hope my prediction won’t come true, and I don’t believe it will,” said Robert cheerfully. Several nights later when there was no moon and no stars, Willet and Tayoga slipped out of the fort. Colden was much opposed to their going, fearing for their lives, and knowing, too, how great a loss they would be if they were taken or slain, but the hunter and the Onondaga showed the utmost confidence, assuring him they would return in safety. Colden became quite uneasy for them after they had been gone some hours, and Robert, although he refused to show it, felt a trace of apprehension. He knew their great skill in the forest, but Tanda- kora was a master of woodcraft, too, and the Frenchmen also were experienced and alert. As he, Colden, Wilton and Carson watched at the palisade he was in fear lest a triumphant shout from the Indian lines would show that the hunter and the Onon- daga had been trapped. UT the long hours passed without an alarm, and about three o’clock in the morning two shadows appeared at the pali- sade and whispered to them. Robert felt great relief as Willet and Tayoga climbed silently over. “We're half frozen,’ said the hunter. “Take us into the blockhouse and over the fire we'll tell you all that we’ve seen.” They always kept a bed of live coals on the hearth in the main building, and the two who had returned bent over the grate- ful heat, warming their hands and faces. Not until they were in a normal physical condition did Colden or Robert ask them any questions and then Willet said: “Their ring about the fort is complete, but in the darkness we were able to slip through and then slip back again. I should judge that they have at Jeast three hundred watriors and Tanda- kora is first among them. There are about thirty Frenchmen. De Courcelies has taken off his bandage, but be still has a bruise where Tayoga struck him. Peeping from the bushes I saw him, and his face has grown more evil. It was evi- dent to me that ‘the blow of Tayoga has inflamed his mind. He feels mortified and humiliated at the way in which he was out- witted, and, as Tanda- kora also nurses a personal hatred against us, it’s likely that they'll keep up the siege all winter, if they think in the end they can get us. “Their camp, too, shows increasing signs of permanency. They’ve built a dozen bark huts in which all the French, all the chiefs and some of the warriors sleep, and there are skin lodges for the rest. Oh, it’s quite a village! And they’ve accumu- lated game, too, for a long time.” Colden looked depressed. “We're not fulfilling our mission,” he said. “We’ve come out here to protect the settlers on the border, and give them a place of refuge. Instead, it looks as if — pass the winter fighting for our own ves. “T think I have a plan,” said Robert, who had been very thoughtful. “What is it?” asked Colden. “I remember something I read in our Roman history in the school at Albany. It was an event that happened a tremend- ously long time ago, but I fancy it’s still useful as an example. Scipio took his army over to Africa to meet Hannibal, and one night his men set fire to the tents of the Carthaginians. They destroyed their camp, created a terrible tumult, and inflicted great losses.” Tayoga’s eyes glistened. “Then you mean,” he said, “that we are to burn the camp of the French and their allies?” “No less.” “It is a good plan. If Great Bear and the captain agree to it we will do it.” “It’s fearfully risky,” said Colden. “If Great Bear and I can go out once and come back safely,” said Tayoga, “we can do it twice.” The young captain looked at Willet. “It’s the best plan,” said the hunter. “Robert hasn’t read his Roman history in vain.” “Then it’s agreed,’ said Colden, “and as soon as another night as dark as this comes we'll try it.” The plan being formed, they waited a I had two canoes hidden, and it was easy for me to reach one of them,

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18 BOYS’ LIFE—The Boy Scouts’ Magazine May, 1917 week before a night, pitchy black, arrived. CHAPTER VII. Tue Rep Weapon. T= night was admirably suited to their purpose—otherwise they would not have dared to leave Fort Refuge—and Willet, Tayoga and Robert alone under- took the task, as an enterprise of such great danger required surpassing skill. The hunter and young Lennox would have disguised themselves as Indians, but as they did not have any paint in the fort they were compelled to go forth in their own garb. The cold had softened greatly, and there was promise of snow, which the three hoped would fall, since it would be an admirable cloak for their purpose. Colden shook hands with the three as they lowered them- selves softly from the palisade. “Come back,” he whispered. “If you find the task too dangerous, let it go and return at once. We need you here in the fort.” “We'll come back as victors,” Robert replied with confidence. Then he and his comrades crouched, close against the pali- sade and listened. The Indian fires showed dimly in the heavy dusk, and they knew that sentinels were on watch in the woods, but still keeping in the shadow of the pali- sade they went to the far side, where the Indian line was thinner. Then they drop- ped to hand and knee and crept toward the forest. They stopped at intervals, lying flat upon the ground, looking with all their eyes and listening with all their ears. They saw ahead but one fire, apparently about four hundred yards away, and they heard only a light damp wind rustling the dry boughs and bushes. But they knew they could not afford to relax their caution by a hair, and they continued a slow creeping pro- gress until they reached the woods. Then they rested on their elbows in a thicket, and took long breaths of relief. They had been a quarter of an hour in crossing the open and it was an immense relief to sit up again. They kept very close together, while their muscles recovered elasticity, and still used their eyes and ears to the utmost. But they saw nothing save the dim light flickering several hundred yards ahead and they resumed their advance, bent so low that they could drop flat at the first menace. Their eyes looked continually for a sentinel, but they saw none. The three crept slowly toward the fire, and Robert felt something damp brush his face. It was the first flake of snow. Even in the dark, Robert saw the spiritual ex- altation on Tayoga’s face. The Onondaga never doubted for an instant. The mighty chief, Tododaho, had answered the prayer of one of his loyal children, and was send- ing the snow that it might be a veil before them while they destroyed the camp of their enemies. The soul of Tayoga leaped up. They had received a sign. They were in the care of Tododaho and they could not fail. Another flake fell on Robert’s face and a third followed, and then they came down in a white and gentle stream that soon hung like a curtain before them. He looked back toward the fort, but the veil there also hung between and he could not see it. Then he looked again, and the dim fire had disappeared in the white mist. They continued a cautious advance, their moccasins making no sound in the soft snow, all objects invisible at a distance of twelve or fifteen feet. Yet they saw one Indian warrior on watch, although he did not see or hear them. He was under the boughs of a small tree and was crouched against the trunk, protecting himself as well as he could from the tumbling flakes. He was a Huron, a capable warrior with his five senses developed well, and in nor- mal times he was ambitious and eager for distinction in his wilderness world, but just now he did not dream that any one from the fort could be near. So the three passed him, unsuspected, and drew close to the fire. Further progress proved that the warriors had abandoned it for shelter. They left the next task to Tayoga. —— Onondaga lay down in the snow and crept forward until he reached the fire, where he paused and waited for two or three minutes to see that his presence was not detected. Then he took three burn- ing sticks and passed them back swiftly to his comrades. Willet had already dis- cerned the outline of a bark hut on his right and Robert had made out another on his left. Just beyond were skin tepees. They must now act quickly, and each went upon his chosen way. Robert approached the hut on the left from the rear, and applied the torch to the wall, which was made of dry and sea- soned bark. Despite the snow, it ignited at once and burned with extraordinary speed. The roar of flames from the right showed that the hunter had done as well, and a light flash among the skin tepees was proof that Tayoga was not behind them. The besieging force was taken com- pletely by surprise. The three had imi- tated to perfection the classic example of Scipio’s soldiers in the Carthaginian camp. The confusion was terrible as French and Indians rushed for their lives from the burning huts and lodges into the blinding snow, where they saw little, and, for the present, understood less. Tayoga, who, in the white dusk readily passed for one of their own, slipped here and there, con- tinually setting new fires, traveling in a circle about the fort, while Robert and Willet kept near him, but on the inner side of the circle and well behind the veil of snow. The huts and lodges burned fiercely. French soldiers and Indian warriors ran about, seeking to save their arms, ammu- nition and stores, but they were not always successful. Several explosions showed that What Went Before In This Great Indian War Story N the early days of the French and Indian War a small party of Pennsyl- vania militia sent to protect the frontier settlements meet four experienced scouts— Dave Willet, young Robert Lennox, Tayoga the Onondaga, a friendly Indian, and Captain Jack called “The Black Rifle”’— who warn them of attack and aid them in a successful _ battle — a party of French and Indians. hey then build a staunch fort in the wilderness and stock it for the winter. Tayoga makes a long and perilous journey northward to visit his people. The militiamen are incredu- lous of his return through enemies and terrible weather, but Robert Lennox, who knows the Indian’s marvelous powers and skill in woodcraft, insists that he_will come exactly at the appointed time. Meanwhile the French and Indians surround the fort and begin a siege. 3 On the day Tayoga is due four Indian runners arrive in the French camp. One, talking apart with the French Commander, suddenly snatches his pistol from his belt, fells him with a blow, and runs like an arrow for the American fort. He is safely received within its gates—Tayoga, come in disguise, with five minutes to spare. the flames had reached powder, and Robert laughed to himself in pleasure. The de- struction of their powder was a better result than he had hoped or foreseen. The hunter uttered a low whistle and Tayoga, throwing down his torch, at once joined him and Robert, who had already cast theirs far from them. “Back to the fort!” said Willet. “We've already done ’em damage they can’t repair in a long time, and maybe we’ve broken up their camp for the winter! What a god- send the snow was!” “It was Tododaho who sent it,” said Tayoga, reverently. “How splendidly the hey urn; not a hut, not a lodge will be eft!” ig was easy for the three to regain the palisade, and they were not afraid of mistaken bullets fired at them for enemies, since Colden and Wilton had warned the soldiers that they might expect the return of the three. Tododaho continued to watch over them as they reached the palisade, at the point where the young Philadelphia captain himself stood upon the raised plank behind it. “Captain Colden! Captain Colden!” called Willet through the white cloud. “Is it you. Mr. Willet?” exclaimed Col- den. “Thank God you've come. I’ve been in great fear for you! I knew that you had set the fires, because my own eyes tell me so, but I didn’t know what had become of you.” The three, coated with snow until they looked like white bears, quickly scaled the wall, and received the joyous welcome. The entire population of Fort Refuge was at the palisade, heedless of the snow, watching the burning huts and lodges. Fierce yells now came from the forest and arrows and bullets were fired at the fort, but they were harmless and the defenders did not reply. The flames began to decline by and by, then they sank fast, and after a while the snow, which still came down as if it meant never to stop, covered everything. Robert knew that the disaster to the French and Indians had been overwhelming. Proba- bly all of them had saved their lives, but they had lost ammunition—the explosions had. told him that—much of their stores, and doubtless all of their food. They would have to withdraw, for the present at least. Robert felt immense exultation. They had struck a great blow, and it was he who had suggested the plan. His pride increased, although he hid it, when Willet = his large hand on his shoulder and said: “Twas well done, Robert, my lad, and *twould not have been done at all had it not been for you. Your mind bred the idea, from which the action flowed.” “And you think the French and Indians have gone away now?” “Surely, lad! Surely! Indians can stand a lot, and so can French, but neither can stand still in the middle of a snow that bids fair to be two feet deep, and live. They may have to travel until they reach some Indian village farther - west and north.” “Such being the case, there can be no ressing need for me just at present, and P think I shall sleep.” “The best thing you could do, and I'll take a turn between the blankets myself.” Robert had a great — upon a soft couch of skins. A fine fire blazing upon a stone hearth dried his deerskin garments, and, when he awoke about noon, he was (Continued on page 52)

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The WV inning of By IRVING CRUMP Illustrated by W. H. Lester Buck Cloud Trembling, they gazed down on this queer battle. ‘6 I, Mat, go home and wash your H face—you're a sight,” said Jack Wescot, laughing at the grotesque picture that Scout Mat Lewis made as he came hurrying down Washburn Avenue, his face smudged with soot and dust, and a roll of dirty paper under one arm. “Aw, forget it. That’s honest dirt, that is. I’ve been cleaning out old Mrs, Laid- law’s cellar, and say, Jack, I found some- thing interesting. Remember how old Buck Cloud acted when you and Ted Moore went up to see him last month?” “Yes,” answered Jack, “he said he wouldn’t have anything to do with us; said he wouldn’t come within five miles of us when we got into camp. Buck al- ways seemed like a good Scout and I can’t see why he should act like that.” “Well, here’s the reason,” said Mat as he took a dirty newspaper from under his arm and held it open in front of Jack. It was a copy of the Fayville Call and it was dated August 8rd, 1889. Jack stopped and stared when he saw the date line. “Crackey, Mat, that paper’s twenty- eight years old, and—and—what’s this?” Then without waiting for Mat te answer he read this item: YOUNG SCOUTERS’ CAMP DISASTER Buck Cloud Injured by Boy Who Put Gun- . powder in Fire The Indian camp that Buck Cloud has been conducting in Marcy Valley for the benefit of a dozen Fayville youngsters broke up disastrously yesterday when one of the boys put a can of gunpowder in the fire. he explosion that followed caused many burns among the campers, and. Mr. Cloud was struck in the face by a fire brand. Because the culprit would not confess to his mean trick Mr. Cloud immediately disorganized the camp. Fora year, Mr. Cloud, who is part Passamaquaddy In- dian, has been interested in a group of Fayville boys whom he has called his Young Scouters. “Well Ill be jiggered. What do you think of that, Mat? said Jack when he had finished reading. “No wonder he wouldn’t say he would help us when we told him about our plans for camp. He did show Ted and me where to get gin- seng and sassafras and some other things, but he wasn’t very friendly. Don’t blame him now, do you? Weren't those fellows chumps? Why did they have to have gun- powder in camp? Crackey, think of spoil- ing a chance to have a real Indian—or— or—part of an Indian, anyway, in camp with you making birch bark canoes, may- be, and showing you how to follow trails and all that? Wow, I wish we had the chance.” “So do I,” said Mat, earnestly. Then he added, “Come on, let’s go up to head- quarters and show it to the boys. They’ll be interested.” “All right. Perhaps Ted will be there. We were going up in the mountains back of Buck Cloud’s cabin tomorrow to look for ginseng, and we thought of looking Buck. up again to see if we couldn’t get him to change his mind, but I guess it won’t be much use trying now that we know the facts,” said Jack. co twenty-eight year old copy of the Fayville Call that Mat had found in Mrs. Laidlaw’s cellar created a sensation among the seven or eight members of Fay- ville Troop No. 1, who were at head- quarters when Mat and Jack arrived. The paragraph about the “young scouters” that Buck Cloud had organized was read and reread and all agreed that the boys of three decades ago did not appreciate a good thing when they had it. Of course Ted and Jack were, if any- 19 thing, a little more interested than the rest in the Call’s story, for of all the Fay- ville boys they knew Buck Cloud best. Keenly interested in roots and herbs, as was the old Indian, they had had more than one chat with him, and perhaps they were just a little more disappointed than the rest when the old fellow had refused to take any interest in their camp. “He’s a queer chap,” said Ted, “after he had read the account. “Funny we never got the slightest idea of this, isn’t it, Jack? Maybe he holds a grudge against all boys just for that. It’s an Indian trait though, I guess. I’ve heard they never forget anything. We'd better not stop’ at his cabin tomorrow as we planned —just waste our time, I think.” “I guess so,” said Jack, as the two companions left headquarters. ATURDAY morning was a busy time for the Fayville Scouts, for there were gardens to be spaded, cellars to be cleaned, budding hedges to be put in shape and young lawns to be cared for. But for Ted and Jack Saturday was the one da of the week when they could accomplis a great deal in their searches for plants that could be sold to the drug manufac- turing houses in Portland and Boston. These searches often took them miles from Fayville, well out into the mountains, and usually they needed an entire day for such hikes. That was the reason that they were to be seen, by the few who were out of bed then, swinging along through the streets of Fayville in the half light of dawn, before the sun showed itself over the mountains to the east. Both were in Scout uniforms; they car- ried their staffs, their knapsacks were

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20 BOYS’ LIFE—The Boy Scouts’ Magazine May, 1917 strapped to their backs and coils of long strong ropes dangled from their belts, for, you see, the lads frequently had to scale small cliffs to reach the choicest beds of growing things, which meant more money for the troop’s camp, now definitely planned for August on the upper Saco. They had decided to investigate the wild country on the northern slopes of Mount Mason, ten miles south of the town and about a mile beyond- the little clearing which contained Buck Cloud’s cabin, his log stables, pig pens, and tiny bardens. It was a long hike, but three hours of brisk walking would see the boys at the foot of the mountain—a jaunt which they had taken more than once for plants or trout. Y sun-up they were hiking along through a broken old logging road. The shafts of golden light filtered through the tall evergreens and budding hardwood trees that lined the road. There were dis- tinct traces of spring in the air. Vio- lets peeped out from beneath the under- brush, purple and white anemones were here and there along the roadside, clumps of laurel were showing a pink blush that in another week would blossom forth in fragrant clusters. “Crackey, but this is fine, isn’t it Ted?” said Jack as he breathed deep of the fra- grant air. “You said it, Jack. Say, look here, a deer’s been through the wood road al- ready this morning. See the tracks in the mud?” . “Sure enough,” said Jack. Another half hour brought the boys to Buck Cloud’s clearing, but they saw that the cabin door was closed and the doors of the empty barn open; and there were fresh wagon tracks in the lane. “Buck’s gone and it looks if he’d turned up the wood road toward the mountain,” said Ted. “Yes,” said Jack, “but let’s not take the road. The trail beyond the big pine is a mile shorter and it leads up to the upper shelf, while the wood road stops under the cliff on the lower shelf.” “It’s a little steeper traveling, but it’s shorter. Come on,” said Up the lane they started, and presently they climbed over Buck’s staggering rail fence, walked a hundred yards further through thick un- derbrush and came out at the foot of a tall pine tree, where the narrow trail up the mountain be- gan. In Indian file they stalked along the first half mile on a compara- tively level stretch through short second- growth timber. Then sud- denly the trail became steep—they had begun the ascent. O* they toiled, fol- lowing the trail’s” (* windings, resting now =: = and then for breath. Four hundred feet up and they scaled a five foot rock shelf, and then, weary, sat on the edge of the ledge, gazing through an opening between trees at the sweep of country to the north. “Fine view, isn’t it, Ted?” said Jack. But Ted’s eyes were not sweeping the country. He was studying a decayed log just beneath him. Suddenly he jumped own. “Say, Jack look here,” he cried. “An old bear and a cub’s been here—just a little while ago, too. See, she rip open this old log looking for ant eggs, and the pulp is still damp; hasn’t been exposed to the air long enough to be dry even. Here are the cub’s claw prints—he did some digging too. Looks like they have both gone off on the lower shelf.” “Tm glad o’ that,” said Jack. “Hope she stays down there ‘cause an old bear with a cub ’s mighty dangerous. Guess we'll stick to the upper shelf, eh?” “Bet your boots we will,” said Ted, as they climbed the rocks again and started along the trail which here skirted the upper shelf, For some time they trudged along, silent. Then, from ahead, and slightly below them, came an unusual noise. hey lis- tened and agreed it was like someone load- ing cordywood into a wagon. They could hear the ‘hollow chuck, chuck, of sticks falling on each other. Jack turned to Ted and smiled. “That’s Butk, all right. He’s loading that wood he’s had stacked on the lower shelf all Winter. Let’s go over to the edge and say ‘Howdy’ anyway. I wouldn’t be surprised if—What’s that! Are his horses running away? They’re frightened —it—it—say—I’ll bet they’ve got wind of that bear.” ; HE boys paused. Now instead of the sound of the cord woéd, they heard Buck shouting. “Whoa, whoa, stand still there. What’s t’ matter? You heap fools anyhow— Whoa, Hi, git out, you varmint. You don’t come here now! Git.” “It’s the bear all right,” shouted Jack, “come on, let’s see what he’s doing,” and the boys started pell mell down the trail. Jack reached the point of vantage on the ledge first, but Ted was close behind him. There, twenty feet below, where the lower shelf spread out, stood Buck Cloud at the head of a frantic team hitched to a partly loaded wood wagon. In one hand he clutched the reins and in the other his long-lashed blacksnake whip. Twenty paces away, reared up on her haunches and glaring menacingly at the half-breed, swayed a huge black bear; behind her cowered a startled and mystified cub. Buck Cloud seemed as angry as the bear. “You git out,” he kept shouting as he brand- ished the whip. “You heap fool bear. I no hurt you. You scare horses. You git out.” But the bear did not intend to “git.” Evi- dently she had decided that the man and the team were a menace to her cub, for with an ugly grunt she started slow- ly forward, while the little bear scampered into the underbrush and disappeared. The half-breed with his panicky team to guard, cast about him hastily for some weapon of defense. The bear was be- tween him and his axe, which he had left sticking in a stump a little way down the shelf. His whip was the only weapon available. Quickly be uncoiled the lash. If the bear came much nearer his horses would be unmanageable—perhaps they would bolt headlong off the shelf. Buck summed up the situation in an instant. Then he acted. : Leaving the horses, he jammed a cord- wood stick between the wheel spokes and the wagon, locking the wheels. Then, in- stead of waiting for the bear to come to him, he advanced to meet the bear, for he meant to keep the animal as far from the frightened horses as possible. . As he strode toward her, the bear paused. She seemed unable to compre- hend the situation, but the fact that the man was now approaching augured dan- ger for her family and with a growl she started forward again, her little eyes ablaze with anger. Ai a safe distance from the panicky horses the half-breed stopped and, as alert as a boxer, whip held ready, he waited. To the big bear this was like a challenge and she charged. On she came, rushing down upon him. She was twen- ty feet away—now fifteen, now ten. Coolly Buck Cloud measured the distance be- tween them, then with a lightning stroke he swung the whip. The long lash darted out. There was:a crack like a pistol shot, and a vicious slash opened up under the bear’s ear where the end of the lash cut her. When Ted and Jack, on the shelf above, saw that, they had hard work to suppress a cheer. bape | with excitement they gazed down at the beginning of this queer battle. ROUSED now, the bear plunged for- ward in spite of the cracking lash. Buck aimed blows at, her head, seeking by a lucky cut to blind her. That seemed his only hope. But the ‘bear disregarded the blows as if they were but bites from a blue- bottle fly. The old man avoided the ani- mal’s rush by a narrow margin, and the boys saw that her claws had torn a slit in his coat sleeve, and that blood came from a wound and trickled down on to the back of his hand. There was a worried look on the half- breed’s face now. He knew he had small chance of checking the infuriated beast. What was he to do? He dodged again, less swiftly—evidently he was tiring. If he turned to run the bear would be upon him in a moment. One stroke of her mighty paw could break his neck. If he could only reach the axe sticking in the stump—or cut her across the eyes and — her—or drive her backward off the cliff ! But it seemed a hopeless battle, for the bear was constantly forcing Buck Cloud backward; in a little while she might cor- ner him against the cliff and batter him to pieces against the rock wall. That seemed the prospect. They were in very close now. Buck dodged this way and that, plying his whip. Then suddenly he stumbled, and lost his balance. He uttered a cry of horror and the bear, see- ing her advantage, leaped toward him. Pet she never reached her prey. At that moment a rope descended mys- teriously from above and a noose slipped over her head. The next instant it was hauled tight, and she was almost lifted off her feet by the force of her own rush. Jack and Ted, noting Buck Cloud’s wan- ing strength, had cast about for means of assisting him. The ropes at their belts! (Continued on page 62)

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May, 1917 BOYS’ LIFE—The Boy Scouts’ Magazine 21 Four Famous Americans They are Honorary ‘Officers of the Boy Scouts of America (Ee Hon. Cot. Tueopore Roosevert, Honorary Vice-President “The Boy Scout movement is distinctly an asset to our country for the development of efficiency, virility and good citizenship.’”-—-THEroporeE RoosrveELt. very proud of my membership. It is the great underlying eareees of the Boy Scouts of America organization that boys be trained to Wooprow WItson President of the United States Honorary President, Boy Scouts of America “Tt is fine to have the boys of the country organized for the purposes the Boy Scouts represent, and when ever I see a group of them, I am proud of their manli- ness and feel cheered by the knowledge of what their organization represents.”.—Wooprow WILSON. Mr. Dante. Carrer Bearp How. Witt1am Howarp Tarr, Honorary Vice-President National Scout Commissioner; Honorary “Boys, you and I are members of the same great organization and I am Vice-President, Boy Scouts of America elp others.”— “To be a good Scout is to be a real American.’ From an address by Mr. Taft. —Danum, Canten Beane, Photogra} of President Wilson and Colonel Roosevelt ” Bopyrighted, Underwood and Underwood

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Slicky and Ray took the road, togged out like country chaps. Cuaprer XI. The Midnight Surprise Party. HEN Ray and Slicky had jumped W ashore on the mainland from the skiff in which Wayne had ferried them across, Slicky led the way through the brush and across a field to a country road, which he followed a quarter of a mile to the west, to stop before a farm. house. Slicky looked into the barn-yard, where three boys of varying age were to be seen, at chores. “I guess they'll do,” observed Slicky. “What’ll they do for?” demanded Ray. “I guess you'll have to do the talking here,” said Slicky, turning to Ray. “We want to borrow some old clothes from those fellers—to put on in place of these here uniforms.” “Oh, that’s your lay, is it?” said Ray. “Come on, I'll grind out the music.” Ray led the way into the barn-yard and accosted the oldest of the farmer boys, in- troducing Slicky and himself, and stating their errand, with the explanation that they were on a lark. “Sure,” said the boy. “We got plenty; come into the house and take your pick.” In fifteen minutes Slicky oak Ray took the road, togged out to look a pair of worse-for-wear country chaps: torn and faded straw hats; out-at-elbow, checked, calico shirts; impossible-to-describe pants, held up by suspenders. In fact, Slicky could sport only the half of a pair of galluses. And Ray’s pants with difficulty covered half his shanks, while Slicky’s dragged at the heels of shoes that had long Boy Scouts Afloat By WALTER WALDEN Illustrated by Watt LoupEerBack ago been discarded by some woman of the household. Their faces were appropriately touched up with “tra>:p’s face powder,” as Ray expressed it. They were headed northeastward, to- ward town. “I sure never expected to be walking in such company,” said Ray, taking in Slicky’s make-up. “You look like a Shanghai rooster,” re- turned te a “Seems like your pants were picked before they were ripe.” “Yours look mellow enough,” said Ray. “They’re rotten. Well, where are you going now, Never-wash Pete?” “Into town,” said Slicky. way when we get there.” “I’m on my way to Mandalay,” sang tay. “lll find my HALF-HOUR’S tramp got the two in amongst the houses. Slicky se- lected a likely looking lad, about ten, and brazened up to him. “Hello, kid,’ he said. In what part o’ town is de tough gang Slicky was suiting his dialect to his cos- tume, and he was all in his element, he gave Ray to understand. “They’re mostly down around the foot of Market,” said the boy. “Where’s dat?” said Slicky. “You go one block that way, and then seventeen blocks that way—down between the creek and the railroad tracks.” Following the boy’s directions, Slicky and Ray in time found themselves in the region they sought. Coal yards backed to the railroad tracks, where switch engines puffed, clanged their bells, and bumped freight cars incessantly. On the other hand stood rows of yardless shanties, sur- rounded by small children playing amidst the grime and tin cans. Slicky cast his eyes about, as he and Ray shuffled along, looking like a part of the place; and presently Slicky pointed to a spot under a large willow sprawled on the creek bank. Within its shade grouped a dozen or more boys of various ages, ten to sixteen, apparently. “That’s them, Ill bet,” said Slicky. “They sure look tough enough,” mur- mured Ray. “I think I see the kid that talked to me last night,” observed Slicky. “We'll kind of lay low till I can pick the kid 1 want— and the crowd scatters; they'll break up soon now, they’re getting near that stage —see how excited they look?” “We’s strangers. o” HE two Scouts crept into the shadows of a shed, beside a rickety wagon, from which vantage point Slicky studied the crowd assembled under the tree. At times the boys were attentive listening to just one voice, at others all seemed to be 22 yelling at once. Ray and Slicky were too far away to catch any of the talk, till finally the crowd showed symptoms of a final breaking up, when one of the boys led off, and with many turnings called back: “Come on! Tad,” he said. “There ain’t no use o’ no more chewin’. It’s all settled.” Slicky had his eye on one. of the boys when the crowd finally managed to tear apart, and he led the way toward him. “Say, kid, we're strangers,” began Slicky. “Kin you tell us anything about this aie town?” “Sure I kin,” said the boy. Some of the others began to collect, to hear what the strange boys had to say. Then Slicky whispered into the boy’s ear. “I’ve got fifteen cents; shake them kids an’ we'll have some candy or somethin’,” he said. “You go up the street—that way—to old Tim’s on the corner,” said the boy, “an’ I'll shake ’em and foller ye.” LICKY and Ray took the way pointed out, and were quickly joined by the boy, who led them into a small candy-shop. The boy’s favorite was brown pop, and the three were soon sucking at three bottles, and trying to “make ’em last long,” as the voy suggested. “Is there any fun in this town?” began Slicky. “Sure—sometimes,” said the boy, releas- ing his bottle and smacking his lips with relish. “I reckon it'll be some sport to- night.” “What’s doin’ tonight?” said Slicky. “Aw, that'd be tellin’;” and the boy gave a twist to his head and applied himself to his pop again. “There ain’t no harm tellin’ us fellers, is there?” pressed Slicky. “We ain’t supposed to say nothin’,” ex- plained the boy, reluctant to be disoblig- ing. “Oh, if it’s a secret we ain’t wantin’ to know,” said the sly Slicky. “We might tell some interestin’ things, too; hey, Alec?” turning to Ray. “You bet!” agreed Ray. “’Specially *bout them Scouts on the trail, and “ “Scouts!” broke in the boy. “The game tonight’s with some fellers as calls their- selves Scouts—say, you fellers is good sports; I don’t mind tellin’ ye. But don’t give me away to the other kids.” “Sure, we won't,” encouraged Slicky. “Well, Hank Marsh has got a cofisin that lives up at Dairy. He came in last night an’ told Hank about some fellers as calls theirselves Scouts, an’ thinks their- selves smart, an’ is on a_shanty-boat. They went by yesterday, an’ some o’ the fellers saw them. They stopped down at Anvil Island, an’ Hank rowed down an’

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May, 1917 BOYS’ LIFE—The Boy Scouts’ Magazine 23 found out they was goin’ to stay two days. They got on ‘tony’ suits with stripes an’ things. Tonight, "bout twelve, we all’re goin’ down an’ cut the shanty-boat loose, an’ start it down the river, an’ when they wake up it’ll be ’cause they’re dancin’ round on the rocks in the rapids. An’ I'll bet ye, if they get out they won’t feel so ‘stuck u )’ ” “It'll be great sport, won’t it?” said Ray. “You bet ye!” and the boy’s eyes spark- led. “They'll get scared stiff.” “Are they the scarey kind?” said Ray. “I reckon they get’s scared every time it thunders,” returned the boy. “Well, we got to be goin’,” said Slicky. “You fellers might hang .’round,” gra- ciously offered the boy, “if you kin get acrost to the island.” “Yes, I reckon we ought to hang ’round and see the fun,” said Ray. “We kin lay low and not make any noise.” “If you do, an’ if you ever see any 0’ the fellers,” said the boy, “don’t you let on I told ye.” “No, we won’t let on,” assured Slicky. “So long, see you again,” said Ray. “So long,” returned the boy. HE two Scouts hurried back on their trail. “Well, what do you think of that!” said Ray. “I was sure something was doing,” said Slicky. The boys resumed their Scout uniforms and reached the shore, opposite the is- land, some time after the others had finished their game. A pull at Ray’s whistle got an answer from the island, and_ directly Wayne, in the skiff, ap- peared around the point. “Well, what’s been .do- ing?” said Wayne, when the boat’s nose touched shore. “A bushel—and a half,’ said Ray, climbing in. As Slicky rowed, Ray told the story of the reconnoit- ring in town. “They sure have a sur- prise all cooked for us,” observed Wayne. “We've got to give them a hot meetin’ when they come,” said Slicky. “They’re no ‘Sunday-go- to-meetin’ crowd,” declared Ray, hinting that theirs must not be a mild recep- tion. “Well, it'll have to be a Scout affair,” said Wayne. “Let me ashore this side of the point,” he added. “I'll think it over alone. And say nothing, till I talk with the Scoutmaster.” So Wayne got ashore, and Ray and Slicky proceeded in the boat, around the point. When they neared the Whippoorwill, the other Scouts flocked to learn what the two had been up to, hik- ing out alone that way. “Our patrol leader has our report,” said Ray. “He’s boiling something ‘in the woods; you'll have to wait till he’s got it done.” Finally Wayne appeared, coming out from the trees. He waved the Scouts aside, and was straightway closeted with Mr. Maclay, repeating to him Ray’s and Slicky’s story. “Too bad—too bad,” said the Scoutmas- ter, with a shake of the head. “But we’ve got to face this thing, and that properly. It won’t do to run away.” Then observing Wayne’s look, he added: “But I see you’ve thought out something. Tell me what it is.” So then Wayne rehearsed a plan and looked anxiously for the Scoutmaster’s ap- proval. “Very good—very good,” said Mr. Mac- lay. “I give you full scope; your plan quite suits me, though I’d try to avoid the n.” Wayne hurried out to the others and laid the whole affair before them, with the re- sult that all caught afire with enthusiasm. Briefly, Wayne’s plan was to capture the gang of boys, first throwing them into a panic by the firing of a gun; and then to hustle them aboard the Whippoorwill to some kind of a pleasant treat. “But the Scoutmaster doesn’t like the idea of using a gun,” said Wayne. With that Phil jumped to his feet. “I’ve got a couple of cannon crackers,” said he, “that I was going to use to wake Ray up some morning. I guess I can give that up for this thing.” HE boat clock’s hand was already pointing close to five, so preparations were pushed forward at once. Wayne, Leslie, Charles, and Phil made ready to row to Dellisville for the refreshments. While they were gone, Slicky and Ray were to row across the river to borrow a trammel- net from a fisherman, who had been visit- ing with the Scoutmaster during the day. As Wayne’s party was about to push off, Ray leaned over and gave a commission into Wayne’s ear. “Say, Wayne,” he said, “you get me a bottle of brown pop.” By nine o’clock that night, the final doings toward dressing the ground for the midnight performance were on. The table in the galley was already set; and now the Scouts were out on the slope, sixty yards from the house-boat in the clear space be- tween the trees, laying the trammel-net ready for its part in the business. On one (Continued on page 50) It closed around them in the hands of the Scouts.

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A Bullfrog Has an Eager Expression Ho, ror THe Camp! ITH the burst of spring and the W settled condition of the woods there comes a newness to life. Everything is calling, “Take to the roads, the fields, and the woods!” But why should we go unless we bring something back to show where we have been? I do not mean that when you go on a hike you should carry pad, pencil, and collecting ease and come home loaded with spoils. Bring back only such specimens as attract especial attention. It is not necessary for you to tear up every flower by the roots, to gather every pebble, much less to shoot every bird that visits your camp. Indi- vidual scout museums, like troop museums, are good, but the best museum ever made is the one that we carry with us ready- made, the knowledge of commonplace things. I do not want you to be a nat- uralist necessarily, but I do want you to be a good walker, and a good walker is one that knows the joys of the open road. You are going after fun, health, exercise, heartiness, alertness. Not all these things are accomplished by the legs. We should cultivate our eyes, our powers of observa- tion, as assiduously and as carefully as we train our legs and our arms, The eyes are made to see in every direction. To train the eyes to observe is to train the brain behind the eyes. How much did you observe on that last hike? You saw the other Scouts, the Scoutmaster, your own luggage, and enough of the road directly under your feet to know whether it was dusty or muddy. But do you know whether you passed stone walls or worm fences or crooked squirrel fences? In al the trip did you see any fence except the one you tumbled over and from which you knocked the wires? You recall the Scoutmaster said, “Come on, fellows, over this fence,” and it was the only fence you saw in five miles. What kind of trees did you pass? And the bird, was it a crow or a blue jay? Come now, be honest. You claim that you walked for five miles. Is walking across the country only a matter of movin the legs, swinging the arms an breathing? If so, why not stand in one place and dance? Do not boast about that walk unless you _ | have observed the country | through which the road led. Not knowing the things by the road- side or in adjoining fields is like a boat race in a gymnasium where the crew merely pulls ex- ercising oars, or like that old | ; Eggs of tent caterpillar moth with glue country saying about swimming, “Hang your clothes on a hickory limb but don’t, go near the water.” The same principle is applicable to camp life. If you want to go into camp this summer, do it right. Why sleep outdoors without observing something of the night out of doors? The world by night as well as by day is full of things worth observ- ing. Why sleep outdoors at night, unless you hear the sighing of the wind, the cry, perhaps, of the barred owl with its long, sighing imitation of the soughing of the wind? Why live during the day in the camp if you do nothing there but lie on your stomach and read a novel? Hunt for something new. Do not re- peat the same thing day after day. Avoid the things that you can do as well in the city square. You have eleven months in the year in which you may read, play ball and cultivate the usual round of city sports. When you go to the camp, go to the camp. The camp is not so much a matter of your surroundings as it is of you. If you still think and act as you thought and acted in the city, I care not whether you are on a lake or the top of a mountain, you are not what your sur- roundings are but what you are. Do not “mark time” in one place. Away to the woods! Let us camp, not in the back yard, but under the trees and by the lake. Forward, march! Wuere tHe Tent Carerrittars Come From VERYBODY recognizes the tent cater- pillars after they have spread their tents and have denuded the apple tree ] or the wild cherry tree of its leaves, but not every one knows whence these cater- On Nature’s Trail Out Into tne Open, Now, With Your Eyes Wide Openl By EDWARD F. BIGELOW. Scout Naturalist pillars come. We need to be sharp-eyed in the middle or the last of April in order to find the cylindrical masses of their eggs on the slender branches. These masses are covered with a protecting substance that suggests glue or varnish or perhaps a mix- ture of the two. It is indeed a wonderful structure and one of nature’s interesting devices. Within this gluey mass the tent caterpillar spends about nine months of the year. In the early springtime the tiny caterpillars appear after they have forced their way through the curious opening at the end of each egg. By taking a sharp knife or some pointed metal instrument the gluey material may be removed so as to show the ends of the eggs with the curious markings and the cross on each, through which the tiny caterpillar is to come. Before these little fellows have become large and ugly, before they have made themselves so disagreeavle by spoil- ing the beauty of the expanding buds, is the best time to study them, but I cannot commend the study of the tent caterpil- lars after they get into action. The best thing to do then is to light an asbestos torch wet with kerosene and, while the oil is burning, to apply the flame quickly to the tents and their hungry inmates. Scouts ean do good work in any community by ridding the twigs of the egg masses in the early spring and, if any escape their at- tention, by applying the asbestos torch as soon as the little growing wigglers and crawlers are well under headway in their devastating work. The tent caterpillar is one of our worst pests. There is hardly anything else that so mars the beauty of spring as these ugly masses of wrigglers that denude the tree of its leaves. Yet they are not wholly bad. Beyond their devastations and their dis- Be. ‘ Se ES Se ae, 24 covering removed agreeable appearance real beau- ty and interest are discoverable. One can but admire the manner in which the tents are spread and drawn taut among the small branches where these are united to a large branch. Their method of building their tents is of real interest. Talk about being on Nature’s Trail! These caterpil- lars have a trail of their own. They spread the sticky web along one side of a branch and follow it as they would follow a smooth and beaten track between the. opening leaves and _ their nests. Ler Us Go Froc Huntne Wee is the boy, es cially the country. bos, who never in the sprin 7) | | | "i | | |

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May, 1917 BOYS’ LIFE—The Boy Scouts’ Magazine 25 The Green Pond Frog does not grow up into a Bullfrog. Note the fold of skin back of his eye, which distinguishes him from his burly neighbor Tad poles—Enlarged said to his fellows, “Let’s go frog hunt- ing?” If he does not treat his victims cruelly, there is no more commendable or interesting kind of hunting. Frogs are available and fascinating; they afford a good test of one’s power of observation or keenness of vision. Many of our spring peepers and other frogs that sing their mating call in the spring marshes have a kind of ventrilo- quial skill. You may think that the sound comes from a distant spot, but presently you see the little chap near your feet, where he is sitting with throat puffed up, trying to make it clear to you that spring has arrived. Do not go out frog hunting with a large party; two or three compan- ions are enough. You must work care- fully and in silence. A misstep or an une wary movement, and the chorus instantly stops. Some boys refer to all frogs as bull- frogs, but there is only one species entitled to that name. When he is full-grown, he is a big, burly fellow with a voice like that of a bass viol. Do you really know the bullfrog? I have asked that question of many boys and have always been greet- ed with uproarious laughter. Not know the bullfrog? I formerly supposed that every one does know the bullfrog but I have had an experience that has set me to thinking. A New York magazine asked me for a photograph of a springtime bull- frog, and wanted it at once. I had every- thing for the photograph except the frog. I drafted a few boys into service. On their return from the ponds, they brought in almost anything but what I wanted. In a local paper I inserted an advertise- ment that read somewhat like this: “Wanted: Several bullfrogs. Will pay 25 cents each.” The next day I was called to the door to receive about two quarts of leopard frogs in a paper bag. A later caller brought in half a dozen toads. I explained that I wanted a bullfrog,—not toads, nor snakes, nor newts—but a bull- frog. I described the animal. Several of the wrong kind were brought in with the explanation that they were not quite full- grown. Just then a fisherman arrived. He said, “I hear you want some bullfrogs, Mister.” “Yes, two or three. But do you know the bullfrog when you see it?” “I ain’t no naturalist,” he said, “but I know Toad’s eggs are laid in strings about things in a pond. Guess I’ve been fishin’ years enough to give you some pointers about what is found in a pond.” “You tell me that you know bullfrogs,” I said. “Suppose you came across a greenish frog that might be a full-grown pond frog or a partly grown bullfrog; could you tell which is the pond frog and which is the bullfrog?” He was frank enough, and man enough, to admit that he thought all the little green frogs would grow into bullfrogs if you should give them time enough! A bullfrog may be identified even when young, or when it is not so large as other greenish frogs. The green pond frog is not always green, but sometimes ap- proaches a dark brown, and with an ob- scure marking of gray on the underside. While in general it resembles a bullfrog, it is easily distinguished. On each side of the body the pond frog has a vein- like fold of skin extending from the eye backward at the edge of the back. In no stage of its career has the bullfrog even the slightest suggestion of this fold of skin, as will be seen in the accompanying illustration. The tadpoles of the bullfrog grow to greater size than those of the common frog, and may be distinguished from others by their distinctly yellowish under- side. In the sunlight they will lie in the shallow water at the borders of the pond, but at the slightest disturbance they rush into deeper water, skimming so close to the bottom that a mud- dy trail follows their thrashing tails. The bullfrog, even when young, has a peculiar, sharp cry when it is disturbed, and it does not plunge immediately into the water but skims over the surface for a short distance. On the other hand the green pond frog leaps into the water and instantly dives to the bottom, where it kicks out its hind legs and stirs u a cloud of mud in whic it conceals itself. The’ green pond frog croaks, Eggs of the Green Pond Frog the bullfrog has a deep voice like a bass viol. This note is repeated from four to six times in succession. There is a similar confusion between the leopard or pickerel frog and the common salt marsh frog. Sometimes these are mis- taken for toads. The pickerel frog is so called because its bright colors, fishermen say, make it an especially good bait for pickerel fishing. It is often found far from any water. It is an adventurous overland traveler. The salt marsh frog, which also is spotted, though not so beau- tifully and clearly as the leopard frog, is found in swampy meadows rather than in large bodies of water. : The eggs of frogs are deposited in jelly masses, some of them on submerged twigs, others in smaller clusters in the shallow water at the edge of the bank. The toad’s eggs are also laid in the water, but in strings of jelly. I have seen a line of toad’s eggs almost a rod long, extending clear across a small pool. The accom- panying illustrations show the difference etween these jelly-like masses of frog’s eggs and the string-like lines of toad’s eggs. ; There is hardly any other animal so well adapted to captivity indoors as the frogs. They are easily cared for in any form of aquarium, as it is not absolutely essential to feed them regularly. By only a little skill such an aquarium or vivarium may be made attractive, and the frogs . (Continued on page 56) Frogs are easily kept in an aquarium

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26 BOYS’ LIFE—The Boy Scouts’ Magazine May, 1917 can trouble you there. ever stop to think why? blanket and the hard, cold ground. wilderness and its hardships? fire, cook his own food, make himself and others comfort- able in spite of storm and cold, then he knows that he is a man. Strong muscles, keen mind, big heart— we cannot buy these. Luxury does not de- velop them. They come from toil and strain and struggle. 'HE school room is scientifically warmed and ventilated. Ex- perts have designed your desk to perfection. But for some reason you have decided pole. that you would rather spend your vacation in camp. It is more comfortable sitting on a dry, smooth seat at school than on a damp, moss-covered log beside a lake. springs and pillows make a more luxurious bed than poncho, Why do we long for the It is because every man wants to be strong. He wants to use the knowledge which he has gained and gain more. go out under the sky, build his own shelter, make his own VVhy Do You Want to Go? No wind or rain Did you Mattress, When he can. can carry it out. Some boys can stay soft even in camp—but they are apt to find burrs in their beds, and their pajamas at the top of the flag Nobody likes a sissy. The fellow who makes friends is the one who washes his share of the dishes, builds his share of the trails, does his share of the pulling when the boat is caught out in a blow, and always helps the other fellow. If he can go a little further—make up stories for the campfire, collect and identify leaves and stones and insects, take photo- graphs that unfold a tale, he has the marks of genius. What this summer’s camp will mean in your life depends upon your mind and your will. You must abide by the rules which are made for the good of all, but you will have plenty of time and You can think out your plan and you liberty for using your own initiative. Make your plan now. De- velop it as new ideas come to you. Change it only when you are convinced that a change is wise. Carry it out no matter what difficulties you may have to over- come. By THE CAVE SCOUT ee A Oh there’s something sets me going long about this time of year, A sort of inward itching that’s incurable, fear. When I hear the robins chirping, when I hear the blackbirds trill, When the crows are all assembled for a con- fab on the hill, When the partridges are drumming, when the ducks are on the wing, When good old Nature cails to wus “Wake up! lake up! It’s Spring!” Then I long to load my packsack up and fasten down the clamp, Pull up my belt a notch or two and hit the trail for camp! When the crocuses are poking up their fuzzy little heads, When the violets are stirring in their cozy winter beds, When the buttercups are nodding in the cheerful, warming breeze, When bursting buds are clothing all the naked winter trees, When brimming brooks are gurgling and a-flashing in the sun, Jhen good old Nature calls to us, on, let’s have some fun!’ Then I long to load my packsack up and fasten down the clamp, Pull up a! belt a notch or two and hit the trail for camp. “Come When the air is soft = smelly and the grass with dew is dam Then I long to pack my Pauffel bag and hit the trail for camp! ON’T be alarmed, boys, I have a fit like that every spring but it never proves very serious. You know some ple break out in the spring with a rash which is said to be caused by eating too many buckwheat flapjacks; others break out in verse. Of the two, buckwheat out- break is the better, since it affects nobody but the one who does the breaking out. Howsomever, the attack is over for this season and you needn’t fear another spring poem for a year. ALKING about camping, Mr. Cave Scout, what advice would you give a fellow who is planning to go to camp this summer for the first time?” Jiminy crickets, there’s a big subject to talk about! Dozens of books have been written on camping and the story hasn’t all been told yet. It’s quite a job to know just where to start in and just what particular parts of the subject to pick out. Just for fun, what do you fellows think is the most important thing about camp- He Tells How NOT tq Muff It This Year ing, where a bunch of fellows go out together. “Following orders!” “Being a good sport!” “Having something special to do!” “Doing your share of the work!” “Keeping good natured!” Fine! I think so too. It’s easy to tell that you have had some camping experi- ence. OW, then, let’s talk about these an- 4 N swers a little. Where the dickens would a camp end up at if it had no orders? Suppose there was no particular time for getting up or for serving meals. Suppose each Scout was permitted to do just whatever he felt like doing all the time. Such a camp would get into a hope- less tangle in less than a pe and nobody would get any fun out of it. It’s easy enough to see that rules are necessary and since they are necessary they must be followed out to the letter. The Cave Scout has seen lots of camps break up on this very difficulty. It is plain enough that we must get this idea of following orders stuck in our beans so tight it will never come out. If an order is given we must obey and obey right away. If it is found that certain rules are unfair they can be changed by a vote of the camp at a regular council meeting. But even unfair orders and rules must be followed until they are changed or cancelled. CS eg

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May, 1917 BOYS’ LIFE—The Boy Scouts’ Magazine 27 es a good sport.” There is an awful lot depending on good sports- manship, And there isn’t any place where real sportsmanship gets a better tryout than in camp. Just take special notice and see if the same fellow who gets sore when he loses a swimming race or a game of mumble-the-peg isn’t the same chap who kicks about the grub, and the weather and the rules. If you have never been in camp before you might as well understand right now that there are some things about it that are not pleasant. But if you just make up your mind that you will take every- thing that comes along like a good sport you can turn your troubles into fun. Real Scouts welcome difficulties because it gives them a good chance to use their wits to overcome them. Ss JAVING something special to do.” That’s a mighty good suggestion. There is always time in camp that is not occupied with regular activities. Some of the best Scouts I know make it a prac- tice every summer to use this spare time to qualify for some advanced rank in Scouting. They come back from camp Second Class Scouts or First Class Scouts, and those who didn’t have any particular plan in mind for using their time to ad- vantage wonder “how in the dickens some fellows manage to get ahead so fast.” s6¢PYOING Your Share of the Work?” Everybody hates a slacker! Next to the camp grouch, who is probably the worst pest in existence—worse than mos- quitoes, worse then woodticks—is the camp shirk. You find him everywhere. He is always a suspicious nuisance, scared to death for fear he may do a little bit more than his share. If he should happen to pick up one more scrap of waste paper than some other fellow, the weight of it would break his back! A chap who is so terribly afraid of work as some of these loafers seem to be, should keep away from camp for it must be a harrowing experience for them. Show me a bunch of Scouts who go after a hard job just as enthusiastically as they do a dish of pork and beans, and I'll show you a bunch that will get somewhere in scout- ing. And I'll bet my new hat they will put in a few extra licks for good measure when they have finished their allotted task. ‘6¢TZEEPING good natured.” This is probably the most vital test of a real Scout. You know the genuine old wilder- ness men, the fellows who go back into the moun- tains and stay six months or a year at a time with- out seeing any other human being than their “partner,” will overlook almost any defect in a man except a grouchy disposition, They pick their partners with the most extreme care and they will never take chances on a man whom they think might “go sour” on them, as they call it. “One swallow does not make a sum- mer” so the old saying goes, but one grouch can spoil a camp. Just one single member with a cantankerous, ingrowing, whining, complaining dis- position can cause more trouble than all the rain that ever poured, than all the skeeters that ever buzzed. OW then, all of these things we’ve been talking about must be taken to heart by each one of -us individually. If every single fellow will only make up his mind to go straight on these points, we will have the finest camping season ever. Let’s not worry much about the other fellow. Let’s each make it a point to keep his own record clean. Sounds easy doesn’t it? Well it is just about as easy as pulling a tom-cat by his tail backward across a carpet. If we are going to make good on this decision we will have to watch ourselves every minute of the time. This doesn’t mean that we will lose any fun. On the contrary it ought to give us a whole lot more fun. You bet I be- lieve in fun, OR instance, here is a letter I received the other day from some chap who refuses to tell his name. He thinks he can stir up my curiosity to the point where I will tell my name if he will tell me his. Nothing doing along that line, old boy! The letter goes with the cartoon printed on the preceding page. Dear Cave Scout: TI have drawn your peters according to the description you give of yourself in the March Boys’ Lire. You state in your poem, “I may be the mayor of Timbucktoo.” If you were, you would live in a mansion instead of a cave. Evidently you must be a “hobo from Kalama- zoo,” for you live in a_cave, as hoboes do. You also state “Maybe I’m crazy and maybe I’m not.” Really, a madman would not be per- mitted to write to a magazine with such a fine reputation as Boys’ Lirg, so I decided you must be wise and put a book of wisdom in the car- toon. You will also note that I have provided for the dogs, and molasses, pickles and beans that _ tell us you are so fond of. You can’t see the lump on the side of your nose, because it is on the other side. The wympus ears and warty toes are made prominent, ow then, if you don’t like this picture of yourself it is your own fault for it was drawn from your own description. Sea . What’s that? My name? Nothing doing! Tell me yours and I'll tell you mine. | So long! Ta-ta! See you in April Boys’ Lire. Yours truly, —Never mind. P. Ss. “F. J. P.” might mean a new scout motto: “Forward Joyfully Proceed.” Well, I’m afraid if we don’t “forward joyfully proceed” the editor will be com- ing back here and kicking us out for tak- ing up too much room. We'll sneak in here again sometime in June. Tue Cave Scovr. Nothing like it—when you know how! Three Vitalics to choose from, Each a marvel of toughness, resiliency, resistance and endurance. BicycleTires Vitalic De Luxe is made of the choice of the world’s best rubber throughout its extra thick tread and tube. Its two-ply motorcycle tire fab- ric is built of strongest cotton thread, triply- twisted. Highest quality friction. 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The exposures may be in- creased ten minutes a wo day, for direct sun- light. This is a sort of safety first plan for white skins not accustomed to expo- sure to the sun. There are a great many alleged reme- dies for sunburn, though the only cure is time. A liberal ap- plication of freshly made cold cream, fol- lowed by a very lib- eral application of taleum or cornstarch powder will protect the skin against pro- longed sun exposure, when this is unavoid- able. Similar treatment is as grateful as anything for the relief of sunburn. Don’t Have tHe ToorHacHE Toothache is a cause of a great deal of unhappiness in camp. Be prepared. Give your dentist a call before you into camp. A little trifling painless filling is better than raising general ructions around camp some night when the tooth begins to get too big for your head. If a Scout is so inefficient and careless of hygiene as to develop a toothache in camp, don’t put any blistering applications or heat on the face. Apply whatever is to be applied in that line to the gums or to the back of the neck. Iodine, camphor, arnica or aconite may be painted upon the gums, One of the bugaboos of camp life is “cholera morbus.” ‘There is a popular superstition that eating green fruit is a cause of this trouble, but that is not true. It is usually a milk-borne infection, or an acute diarrhoea produced by eating food which has undergone bacterial change ow- ing to lack of refrigeration. However, this detail of causation is no concern of the fellow who has the cramps. What he wants is relief. He will get it from a great big man-sized dose of castor oil, as certainly and safely as from any remedy we have. Half a glass of oil is none too much. The treatment of acute “summer complaint” or “cholera morbus” is the one excusable place for castor oil as a medicine, I think. Castor oil and a twelve hour fast—but then, a fellow usually doesn’t care for anything to eat for sev- eral hours after castor oil anyway. 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May, 1917 BOYS’ LIFE—The Boy Scouts’ Magazine 31 Care or ScratcHes AND SMALL Wowunps Any Scout who doesn’t acquire his knowledge of hygiene from the old gossips knows that there is but one cause of blood- poisoning—germ infection. Slight wounds or blisters or scratches are more likely to permit the entry of germs into the blood than are more severe injuries, because the latter bleed freely enough to wash out any germs which may have lodged in the wound at the instant of the injury. In the summer time, and especially about barns or lots where horses or cattle run, the possibility of lockjaw infection oc- curring in a trifling puncture or wound should never be forgotten. The most effective bar to infection in blisters, scratches, slight cuts or punctures of the skin is the immediate swabbing of the wound or skin with tincture of iodine. If there is special reason to fear lockjaw infection—and there should be if the tis- sues are crushed or badly ‘soiled with street dirt or manure (which contains the lockjaw baccillus naturally)—then an in- jection of anti-tetanic serum by a doctor should be had as soon as possible after the wound is received. The earlier symp- toms of lockjaw are a sensation like a beginning sore throat, with great nervous- ness and jerkiness of all the muscles, and these symptoms may appear from four to fourteen days after the wound has ap- parently begun to heal nicely. Keep tHe Firs Away Flies about camp are a sure sign of faulty sanitation. Flies will poison them- selves to death on salicylic acid or salicyl- ate of soda, according to the United States Government Public Health Service, if you expose here and there a dish of sugar water containing the drug (not poisonous to man) in 1 per cent. solution. (That would require a five-grain tablet in each ounce of the solution.) Azsovut Water anp Mr.x Scouts who have never had the typhoid prophylactic treatment which all United States troops now receive, should beware of well water when hiking through the country. Likewise, unless they have medi- eal assurance about the milk supply, they should boil the country milk while in camp. Recrre ror Rice Pupprne Here is a recipe for cooking a rice pudding while on hike and without the aid of an oven: Wash two level tablespoonfuls of rice about three or four times. Then sub- merge it in water and allow it to boil until it becomes soft. Stir frequently so it will not stick to the pot and also add a quarter of a teaspoonful of salt while it is boiling. After the rice is soft add a cup and a half of milk and allow this to boil slowly. Crack an egg into a cup, add three-quarters of a cup of sugar, and a teaspoonful of flour and beat this to a cream. Also sprinkle the top with nut- meg or cinnamon for flavoring. When the milk boils, empty the contents of the cup into rice and milk, stirring it while doing this. Then allow this to boil about a minute and set out ta cool.—Norman Houck and Wm. Wyler, Troop 3, West Hoboken, N. J. Every out-of-doors sport invites yur KODAK Ask your dealer or write us for catalogue of Kodaks and Brownies. EASTMAN KODAK CO., RocHEstTer,N. Y., The Kodak City. Build and Fly a $450 Bugles for Boy Scouts curt War Aeroplane Greatest sport you ever had; teaches you the principles of aviation. With “IDEAL” acctra ale Drawings Made in U. S. A. Flying Models of those Aeroplanes now eset nm European War. Study Aeronautics. Build a model man-carrying machine. We will send you 3 ft. Scale In G with Drawings with building and flying uses at ished $ au slide to F. Lengin ia incues. H l- aan d d Seed jac- .. or, if preferred,’ dull san quered finish. Silver plated mouthpiece. Model by United States ers’ as Corps. Built for service and especially well suited for Boy Scouts. Send us $4.50 and will ship one of these Bugles sub- ject to three trial. If you are not pleased with will immediately refund ) days’ ugle, return it and we your money. vege utotiots- 11] J. W. YORK & SONS &5¢,fasias WEAL AEROPLANE & SUPPLY CO., Warren St. & West Broadway, New York Manufacturers High Grade Band Instruments Mention Boys’ Lirs in answering advertisements

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e Boy Scouts’ Magazine HON the Hour EAA Get the hook? Without it this method of baking a twist on a stick would be tiresome. The twist is one of the simplest forms of bread. Care in mixing the dough, and thorough bak- ing, are essential. This is easier than it will be when they turn the load the other side up. With the dunnage in the canoes and the paddles going there will be back aches and blisters—but we should worry! This bunch is from Vineland, N. J. Sct SRS ae or A week-end camp tests a Scout even more than a permanent one. The fellows who set Paddling is good for a boy. Johnnie H. up this one slept on the ground with blankets only the first night. The second night they learns to make paddles, mother can throw hers = \ softened the situation with rice straw from a near-by field. away. . AL AT A AACS

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34 BOYS’ LIFE—The Boy Scouts’ Magazine May, 1917 ‘ Complete Control In Your Pedals For quick or gradual action—the Corbin Duplex! At any time, in any place—the Corbin Duplex! On street and road, hill and dale, wher- ever and whenever control is re- quired, put your trust in the dead sure grip of the famous Seis DUPLEX COASTER BRAKE There is no qualification to this statement. The Corbin Duplex has built up its envi- able reputation and universal popularity on the strength of its day-in-day-out dependable service. You do not want any brake other than the best brake on that bicycle of yours and there is no need to experiment. The Corbin Duplex has shown what it can do and what it has shown has been sufficient to convice the majority of bicyclists that it is the most satisfactory brake on the market. **Corbin Control Means Safety Assured”’ Catalog on Request The Corbin Screw Corporation The 4 4 By. J, Cor ¢. A e 'p-. 206 High Street New Britain, Conn. Branches: New York Chi Philadelphia Makers of Corbin “Broun Speedemders Mention Boys’ Lirz in answering advertisements Boy Scout Movement Honors Mr. Dan ?TNHE National Council of the Boy Scouts of America paid a signal honor to Daniel Carter Beard when, at its seventh annual meeting held recent- ly, it elected him Honorary Vice-President of the Scout Movement. Heretofore the organiza- tion had no provision which would permit of the be- stowal of this honor upon any other than a former President of the United States. Recently the Boy Scouts of America adopted a Constitution in which it was provided that the Na- tional Council, upon the nomination of its Executive Board, can elect as addition- al Honorary Vice-Presidents “citizens of the United States who have rendered distinguished service to our country through work with boys.” A Pronger Boys’ Man It is natural that Mr. Beard should be the first to receive this recognition. He has been working with boys, for their benefit, for many years; was the pioneer in the development of a handicraft adapted to boys, the au- thor of many original books on this line, and promoted, as a boys’ outdoor organi- zation the Boy Pioneers many years be- fore the Scout movement was developed in this country. : Since the organization of the Boy Scouts of America, Mr. Beard has been the Na- tional Scout Commissioner and the Chair- man of the National Court of Honor and he was re-elected by the National Council this year. For the past three years he has been the Associate Editor of Boys’ Lire, the Boy Scouts’ Magazine, and one of its most popular contributors. Wuewn Mr. Bearp Was a Boy Many of Mr. Beard’s stories which have appeared in his books and in Boys’ Lire are accounts of his experiences, his games, his work, his triumphs and his defeats as he and his companions in Covington, Ken- tucky, swam in the Licking River, shot rapids in dug-out canoes, made “slipperies” on the shore and built shacks to be used as headquarters for various boys’ clubs and secret societies. Boys in those days had the same instinct to band together that they have today, but there were no Scoutmasters to help them. “We had weird ideas about organiza- tion,” said Mr. Beard in speaking of his boyhood, “and our clubs were not of much benefit either to us or to our community.” Tue “Ancient Mantners” A society to which he once belonged, called the Ancient Mariners, was _ typical of boy organizations of his day. It came Beard Mr. Beard in the snow-sledge country, *way up north into being because of the natural boy in- stinct for an organized gang. The name Ancient Mariners was chosen because one of the boys had recently read Coleridge’s poem. The club did not much resemble a Boy Scout troop of today, though the mem- bers showed some true scout spirit in selecting for their special verse: He gat best who loveth best All things both great and small, For the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all. There were just three boys present at the time the society was decided upon and therefore it was limited to that number. The method of banding together was de- cided on the spot. One of the boys said: “Why, there are just three of us fellows and we'll form a Secret Society and we all three will tattoo 3 A. M. (three Ancient Mariners) on our arms and then we'll take an oath to stand by each other through thick and thin and fix it with a swallow of strained honey.” Mr. Beard says that his regret at the amount of good enthusiasm and energy which he and the others wasted in organ- izations of this kind has had much to do with his interest in helping to direct the activities of the boys of today. Civm Enorneer, Surveyor, Artist When he grew older Mr. Beard went to Worrall’s Academy, studied engineering, and was graduat at nineteen, as a civil engineer and surveyor, and after leaving the Academy made maps of most of the cities, towns and villages east of the Mis-

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May, 1917 BOYS’ LIFE—The Boy Scouts’ Magazine 35 sissippi. He was finally offered a position as Captain of Engineers for the Southern Pacific Railroad, then breaking into Texas. An attack of pneumonia kept him from going. The man who took his place was killed by the Indians. Then Mr. Beard took a trip to New York which led to a long vacation. While in New York City one of the editors of Scribner’s Monthly became interested in the sketches of wild animals, insects and bits of woodland which Mr. Beard had made on his surveying trips, and asked if he might have one for publication, He was told that he might, and sent the artist a check for $50. “I declared,” says Mr. Beard, “that if they paid me that much for having fun I would never work again. I am still on that vacation.” Invents Tunes, anp Tetts Boys Asovur THEM But Dan Beard is, like a boy on a vaca- tion, busy all the time. He invents all sorts of things to make and do indoors and out. What a boy can make and do he has told about in the American Boy’s

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36 BOYS’ LIFE—The Boy Scouts’ Magazine May, 1917 Every Day’s a Circus Day for the boy who rides a 1917 Electrically Equipped Fndian Bicycle Ridden wherever wheels are popular— and that’s everywhere this season— by boys who believe in getting for their money the most dependable construc- tion, highest quality materials, greatest strength, finest appearance, and month- in-and-month-out service without the least bit of trouble. And those things hold good in every one of the eleven models of the 1917 Indian Bicycle line, for the Indian nameplate’s on ‘em Indian Motocycle effect throughout— Tank Battery Holder; Front Fork with Quadruple Crown and Braced Members; Indian Crank Hanger; motocycle type Handlebars; big, comfortable Troxel Saddle; Coaster Brake; strong Rear Wheel Stand; Mud Guards; large Electric Light with powerful Reflector, so necessary in those states where the law requires that bicycles be lighted—the finest and most completely equipped Bicycle a boy ever owned, Built and backed by the makers of the Indian Big Twin Powerplus and Light Twin Motocycles and Indian Side Car. Send for illustrated 1917 Indian ” Bicycle Catalog HENDEE MANUFACTURING CO. 840 State St. Springfield, Mass. Largest Motorcycle Manufacturers in the World FOR THE PROGRESSIVE BOY MECHANIC'S TOOL CHEST With this useful RED DEVIL Glass Cut- ter you can make windows for doll houses, = trays, ink stands, uariums, etc. its more glass without and with less pressure thi Used SMITH & HEMENWAY CO., INC. Chambers Street New York City From Dan Beard’s Duffel Bag 5. A SCOUT IS COURTEOUS He is polite to all, especially to women children, old people, and the weak an helpless. He must not take pay for being helpful or courteous. By DANIEL CARTER BEARD National Scout Commissioner, Associate Editor of “Boys’ Life” SCOUT is courteous. He should have the habit, and the way to ac- quire a habit is by repeatedly and constantly practising it: A friend of mine, a Southern gentle- man of undoubted nerve and courage, has so acquired the habit of courtesy that it is instinctive with him; if he walked in his sleep he would be courteous. On one occasion he reached into a drawer and his finger ran into a mouse trap; it set off the spring and his finger was caught and severely pinched. Did he swear? No, he was not profane in the least; he did not even say, “Oh my!” or, “Good gracious!” or, “Gee wizz!” But snatching his hand out of the drawer with the trap attached to his finger, he exclaimed, “Oh, oh, I beg your pardon!” This instance is funny, but it is true and shows the self-training of the man. He was so courteous that if one bumped into him, he would immediately beg one’s pardon, yet it would be exceedingly dan- gerous for a bully to purposely jostle him. Ont Lone Goon Turn A Scout is courteous, he is polite. Now to be polite one must have a kindly na- ture; for politeness is but an expression of gentility, and gentility means that one is gentle; it means that a person dislikes to inconvenience, annoy, or injure anyone. Courtesy is only another form of doing a good turn, not daily, but constantly all day long. Courtesy is a desire to add to the pleasure of other people. You get up and give your seat to a lady, because a woman cannot stand as well as you, and you are contributing to her comfort and appiness by offering her a seat that she may rest, and seeing her happy makes you happy. Some Kentucky Srories Among ‘the rude and crude mountain- eers of Kentucky, Tennessee and the Caro- linas, one will find a real courtesy, a real politeness, a real desire to make others happy. For instance, when the mountain- eer passed the potatoes, there being ar, | else of note upon the table, he entreat his guest to have more in this way, “Have some more potatoes, stranger! Do take some more, take two of ’em, three of ’em, take dawgon near all of ’em.” This would have happened even at the present war price of potatoes. It shows true hos- pitality. Once when the writer was traveling in the mountains of Kentucky, a Mr. L. in- vited him in, insisting upon his party staying with him all night. There were five in the writer’s party, and five horses. The mountaineer’s house consisted of two rooms, just one more than is usual among the mountaineers, and he had a large fam- ily of his own, all of whom had to go out and sleep in a cave in the back yard. This mountaineer, however, did not limit his Mention Boys’ Lire in answering advertisements invitation to a day, he insisted that we should stay a week or two with him, and his wife and sons and daughters joined heartily in pressing the invitation. Even this did not end his courtesy. Some of his neighbors were real wild and rude in their habits. They had been visiting a nearby “still” and were in a reckless mood, so our host took his Winchester and seated him- self on the gate post to protect the stran- gers within his gates from his own neigh- bors and friends! I am giving these instances to show that courtesy comes from the heart, and is not, as some suppose, an artificial product. Of course politeness accompanied by fine and cultured language, is doubly effective, but the main point is to be polite, and to be polite you must be sincere. A Scout is trustworthy, loyal, helpful, friendly, and he must be all these to be courteous. A Joxs ror tue Crry Boy The city boy has more to contend with, in trying to be courteous, than a boy in a small town, village or country, because city people are the rudest in the world. The Scout who can be courteous during rush hour at a New York subway station, has passed the supreme test, and: proved himself worthy of the name Scout. One sometimes meets with people from refined and cultured homes, who are social hypocrites; they have all the forms and expressions of politeness, but they do not ring true, because underneath is a cold and selfish nature—but these people are not Scouts, and this much can be said of them, it is better to be even formally polite, than offensively rude and insolent. As ro Courtty Manners In the old South where I lived as a small boy, even the bad men were courte- ous and polite between times, because in those days, and in that section of the country, rudeness and discourtesy were always accepted as a challenge to fight, and even the bad men did not want to fight all the time. There is no reason why you Scouts should not acquire the courtly manners of the old-fashioned Southern gentlemen, and forget about his legendary fighting characteristics, for to tell the truth these men were not fighting all the time and many of them lived long and useful lives without even having one fight. This was because they were conscientiously courte- ous and polite. In the _— old days” people who were rude and not courteous were usually bad risks for life insurance companies. Nerrner Sissy nor RovcH-NEcK Now, fellow Scouts, although part of this is written in a poking manner it is serious all the way through inasmuch as each illustration is made to bring home to you the fact that courtesy comes from the heart, that a polite act is not a thin of which to be ashamed. I say asham —$_—${—_

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May, 1917 BOYS’ LIFE—The Boy Scouts’ Magazine 37 because I have often noticed that boys, especially about the age of ten or twelve, act as if they were ready to apologize for being polite whenever they are prompted to do an act of courtesy. And I have seen other boys when they do some good deed, and do it like a little gentleman, turn round and glare at the other boys, as much as to say, “If you have any re- marks to make I will punch your head.” From these instances it seems as if at a certain age some boys are so afraid of being sissies, or of being called sissies, that they act the part of a rough-neck in order to conceal their inborn refinement, but a real Scout knows that he can be brave like the old pioneers, and like them at the same time be hospitable, generous and courteous. A Younc American GENTLEMAN A Scout is courteous, which means a Scout is a young American gentleman, be- cause courtesy contains all of the twelve points of the Scout’s law, and real courte- sy is a native born American. how! Stowd, The Bridge Vas Built by Plainfield, Troop 5 Do you remember that scientifically constructed bridge that was pictured in the lower right hand corner of our double page in the April Boy’s Lire? By mis- take it was stated under this picture that this bridge was built by a New York City troop. The fact is that it was built by Troop 5 of Plainfield, N. J. The bridge is of such interest to Scouts that officials in charge of the great Scoutmasters’ Con- ference at Columbia University recently, had these Plainfield Scouts bring it over to the University, so Scout men from all parts of the country might see how it was built and how quickly it could be put to- gether and taken apart. We regret that Troop 5 of Plainfield was not properly credited with this achievement in the description printed under the picture last month. Uncle Sam Helps You Save It is as easy to save money as it is to spend it if one has a system. The sale of 10c. postal-savings cards and stamps to the public continues to afford a convenient means of saving small amounts of money systematically. Since the system has been in existence, savings cards and stamps to the value of $821,582.60 have been sold and $758,087 cashed or converted into interest-bearing deposits. Cards and stamps to the value of $181,172.50 wére sold in the fiscal year 1916 and $168,833 cashed or converted. The value of the out- standing cards and stamps at the close of the year was $68,545.60. Our Bicycle Contest The result of the Bicycle contest can- not be announced this month as the Com- mittee still has 2,500 replies to examine. We are sorry to keep the contestants on the anxious seat for another thirty days. Next month the prizes will be awarded and the winners will be announced. Hit the Trail: Now is the time actually to live those dreams you've dreamed all winter. —to get that bicycle which is going to take you back and forth from camp—off to the fishing pond, to the swimming hole, to the ball game, on glorious rides along the open road. Of all your outfit for summer sports, first and foremost comes the It is a speedy, sturdy bicycle, wonderfully well made. It is the bicycle your father will recommend, for he probably rode a Columbia when he was young. There is a new mode! to meet every need—a model at a price to fit every pocketbook. The handsome Motobike has all the advantages of motorcycle equip- ment—long handlebars, roomy sad- Westfield Manufacturing Company (Department 39) Westfield Bicecks dle, electric stand, lighting outfit and other features. storage tank, Ideally adapted for earning a little spending money during the summer is the Service Model—while, with its carrier removed, it is an ex- cellent all-around bicycle. You should see the many models at the bicycle store. And read all about them in the big 1917 catalog —write for it. Massachusetts \ or money 519.95 from Chicago. Write for our Bie & Ear Book— shown incolors! REE! Address house nearest you, Kennebec Canoe Book FREE Properly made a canoe giv Mention Bors’ Lire in answering advertisements

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38 BOYS’ LIFE—The Boy Scouts’ Magazine May, 1917 Send 10c for Our Manual of Wireless Telegraphy J-9 You Get Your Money Back’on an Order of $1.00 It contains 180 pages and tells how to erect a main- tain wireless telegra) sta- Shows a number of best instru- ments to use; tells what they are for and how to usé them. Has many new diagrams and other valuable informa- tion not contained in any Other book. Do not wait. et ‘you will ever buy. Send for Our New Catalog J28 It is pocket size, contains 248 pages, with over 1,100 illustrations and describes in plain, clear language all about Bells, Push Buttons, Batteries, Te and Te ph Material, ic Toys, Burglar and Fire Aiarm Contrivances, Electric Call Bells, Electric Alarm Clocks, Medical Batteries, Motor Boat Horns, Electrically Heated Apparatus, Battery Connectors, Switches, Battery Gauges, Wire- less Telegraph instruments, ignition Supplies, ete. IT MEANS MONEY SAVED TO YOU to have our Manual and our Catalog. MANHATTAN ELECTRICAL SUPPLY CO., INC. ew 3 $ leago: St. Louis: 17 Park Place 114 8. 5th Ave. 1106 Pine St. San Francisco Office: 604 Mission St. Attention! Boy Scouts Radio Blinker Signal Set (Patent Applied For) A PORTABLE, SELF-CONTAINED AND EFFICIENT ELECTRICAL DEVICE for INSTRUCTION and PRACTICE IN Sending or Receiving Messages by Means of Sound (Radio) or Light (Blinker) Signals IN ACCORDANCE WITH U. S. ARMY AND NAVY SYSTEMS 1917 Recommended to all Naval or Military Or- anizations and Schools; also to Classes in ireless Telegraphy. Especially Adapted for Boy Scouts. dorsed by Officials U. S. Army, U. S. Navy and U. S. Coast Guard. Manufactured Solely b Frank B. Perry an ns NEWTON CENTRE MASSACHUSETTS List Price, $5.00 Quantity Discounts Upon Application. Mention “Boys’ Life. : = | Try for Better Wireless Results; z We'll Take All Risk you. If Brandes don’t show up better than any vers you compare them with, we'll return your money any time within 10 days. Send 4c to- day for Catalog L. C. BRANDES, Inc. Room _816, 32 Union Square w . \ New York, N. ¥ \3 THE RECEIVERS WITH MATCHED TONE Mention Boys’ Lirs in answering advertisements B. = = & z r) 2 i Raa THUUOUOUUNLUUUUEVUU ERTL H t UUUUHTHOUOUIANHAUA F Uncle Sam should call for a million boy soldiers he would have them within a week. American boys are loyal, pa- triotic, courageous. The thought of fa- tigue, cold, hunger, even death, does not scare them. But Uncle Sam does not want boy sol- diers. Military work is a man’s work. There is no reason why the nation should ask its boys to become soldiers. They are needed for boys’ work. Even in war the soldiers are only a small part of the organization which a na- tion needs for defense. If every man in Great Britian had enlisted and had been accepted at the beginning of the European war Great Britain would have lost the fight. As it was, she enlisted too many men at the beginning. Some of the men behind the guns had no guns to get behind because them gun makers were also in the army. Some of them could not fire a shot because they had no shot to fire; the ammunition makers had enlisted. Some of the foot soldiers became barefoot soldiers because the shoemakers were making marches instead of shoes. Great Britain found that she needed eight men behind the firing line to keep one man on the line. So she told the tailors to keep on tailoring and the con- ductors to keep on conducting and every- body to keep on doing the job that he could do best. Scouts Votuntreer to Am Tuem Country The Boy Scouts did a sensible and patri- otic thing when Congress declared a state of war. They marched up to the City Halls and government offices all over the land and said: “Here we are, all trained and equipped to serve as messengers, guides, doers of good turns. Use us here at home.” Their services were promptly accepted, with thanks, and they have been on the job ever since. There is a difference between a Boy Scout and other boys. Some boys teach themselves that they can be happy only when they have feather beds and bags of candy and cigarettes and someone to chaf- feur them and somebody to cook their grub and. wash their dishes. If they had to walk twenty miles in a day, or cook a meal for themselves or patch their pants, or scare up — to put their patches on, they would simply lie down and die. If they didn’t think of it, someone would sug- get it, for they would be in the way. Some Turnes Tuey Can Do But Scouts are trained to take care of themselves and to be cheerful and helpful while doing it. If the time should come when there were not enough policemen and national guardsmen to watch the reser- voirs and telegraph lines and railroads, the Scouts could aN They could set up their camps, patrol the guarded district, make maps, signal information. They would help the fire department by securing the removal of dangerous rubbish heaps. They would assist the health department by hunting down the open garbage cans and the back-yard dumps. It is as great a ser- vice to save a city from being devastated by fire and disease as it is to save it from being pillaged by an enemy. They will co-operate with the Red Cross Society, too, and with local organizations for home protection. And they will make gardens to increase the food supply. Rememper, It’s Team Worx Tuar Counts Evey boy, whether he is a Scout or not, can help his country. He can fly Old Glory at his home and wear a flag pin on his coat. He can encourage the neighbors to show their patriotism in the same way. He can help to make those happy who are left at home when the soldiers go to the front. It ain’t the guns or armament nor the funds that they can pay, i But the close co-operation that makes them win the day. It ain’t the individual, nor the army as a whole, But the everlastin’ team work of every bloomin’ soul. Rudyard Kipling. How the British Boy Scouts are Competing Against U-Boats By Sm Roserr Baven-Powet. I don’t know which lot of Scouts is leading the way in the matter of potato growing, but there is a splendid response to my suggestion that we can beat the Ger- man U boat campaign by growing our own vegetables if we only try. If the farmers can grow the corn, the Boy Scouts can grow a good lot of the vegetables that will be needed during the coming year. Leeds, at any rate, is doing it on a big scale. The Scouts there have taken over 20,000 square yards of ground from the Parks Committee, and some 1500 of them are already beginning work on it. Each troop will have its own allotment, and, when once the heavy work of breaking up the ground is finished and the manuring and the sowing done, there will not be more than an hour’s work a week for each boy to produce a valuable crop. Four or five troops in outlying districts of the city have taken up plots in their own neighborhood; and some troops are being used to assist the park officials at Round- hay Park in their work of managing the allotments, which are to be cultivated by citizens. If this plan is carried out at other big places, where there are lots of Scouts and lenty of waste ground, it will be a great help to spoiling the Germans’ idea of starv- ing us out by sinking all our food ships with their submarines.

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May, 19.17 39 The Scout Honor Roll Report of National Court of Honor EAGLE SCOUTS To win the Silver Eagle badge a Scout must qualify for the athletics or physical development, bird study, camping, civics, cooking, first aid, life saving, pathfinding, personal health, pioneer- ing, and public health merit badges and any ten others. Lucian Hamm C. Milton Heistand Russell Baltis Bert Longacre Sterner P. Meek Arthur Doll Julian H. Steward George Geisel Sheldon Stainton James J. Gallo Fritz Taylor Denver, Colorado Elizabethtown, Pa. | Kansas City, Missouri Pittsburgh, Pa. Chicago, IHinois Portsmouth, Ohio Washington, D. C. Albany, N. Y. Buffalo, N. Y. ay City, SF ndianapolis, Indiana LIFE AND STAR SCOUTS Life Scouts hold Merit Badges in first aid, athletics, life saving, personal health and public health. tion to these. C. Gilpin Allen Bertram Kennedy Townsend Young Benjamin Chernow J. Emery Boettner Alfred N. Harris Roy A. Phillipy William Kay Garland F. Potts Neil C. Hartley Clarence Row Gale Leonard Gerald Wiese Wray Winter L. Busing Walter Bernstein Lucian Hamm Alfred W. Bastress A. Gay Harris Ezra Crane Edward Krien Russell Baltis Roger Beauer Nathaniel M. Bowie Thomas Morony Edward Gunther Charles Emerson Vance Smith Dale Sommers Nathaniel Owings Bert Longacre Sterner P. Meek Arthur Doll Edward E. Freeman Donald Dunford Irwin Neale G. Lowell Geiger Julian H. Stewart Harold Morphew Ray Gerard Wayne McNaughton Frederick R. White Henry Hines Henry Wittenberg Dudley Pratt Charles E. Cassidy Samuel Anderson Harold Cosh Raymond Stevens James Bruce George Geisel Phelps Yocum James J. Gallo Star Scouts have five badges in addi- Philadelphia, Pa. Philadelphia, Pa. Philadelphia, Pa. Philadelphia, Pa. Philadelphia, Pa. Philadelphia, Pa. Philadelphia, Pa. Philadelphia, Pa. Winchester, Va. Denver, Colorado Cambridge, Mass. Webster City, Iowa Webster City, Iowa Webster City, Iowa Webster City, Iowa acksonville, Fla. Yenver, Colorado amaica, L. I. fonolulu, Hawaii Honolulu, Hawaii Philadelphia, Pa. : Kansas City, Missouri Kansas City, Missouri Louisville, Ky. Valparaiso, Indiana Lowell, Massachusetts Lowell, Massachusetts Indianapolis, Indiana Indianapolis, Indiana Indianapolis, Indiana Pittsburg, Pa. Chicago, Illinois Portsmouth, Ohio ew Haven, Conn. Lexington, Missouri Lexington, Missouri Leavenworth, Kansas Washington, D. C. Kansas City, Missouri Kansas City, Missouri Kansas City, Missouri Kansas City, Missouri Detroit, Michigan Lexington, Missouri Honolulu, Hawaii Honolulu, Hawaii Vineland, New Jersey Vineland, New Jersey Lowell, Massachusetts East Haven, Conn. Albany, New York Scranton, Pa. Jersey City, N. J. LIFE SCOUTS Byron Loomis STAR §S John W. Price Arthur Fairbanks Valparaiso, Indiana COUTS Philadelphia, Pa. Rochester, N. Y. HONOR MEDALS ISSUED (Bronze) Carl B. Wilter Reuben Antonsen Wayne Morrill Kerman J. Diekman 3 Edward Mattocks, Jr. Jilliam John S. Bell Rev. Fred M. Clay Elwell, Michigan Three Forks, Montana Fort Wayne, Indiana Albany, New York Lake Gem, Florida Saulte Ste Marie, Mich. Cassadaga, New York LETTERS OF COMMENDATION ISSUED Arthur Ohlson Paul Magee Aaron S. Smith Montclair, New Jersey Camden, New Jersey Philadelphia, Pa. Total number of boys having received merit ee neh MELEE LT eT 7,644 Total number of new boys having received merit badges for Marc eebeedece seseee 350 BOYS’ LIFE—The Boy Scouts’ names: Keds Keds for Girls and Boys EDS are new shoes made for the comfort and good of growing feet. The tops are made of the firmest and finest of canvas; the soles are of durable, flexible rubber. healthfulness and freedom; and at their cost Keds will outwear any footwear made. Ask, or have Mother or Dad ask, at your shoe store for Keds by these The names carry back of them the quality and service guarantee of the largest rubber manufacturer in the world. : ‘There are pretty kinds for Mother and dandies for Dad in the big Keds family, too. All around, they are the finest shoes ou ever wore to keep your eet well-dressed and happy. United States Rubber Company New Play Shoes Every line conforms to ceo ail Pa aan Ns $s. f te to j 4 4$2.00 d $1.50 Keds Keds New York he Leedaw! Compass at $1.00. If he will not sup- ply you, remit direct. ag 10c. for book, “The Com- e pass, d for free Sign Post of the World.” AMERICAN TELEPHONE 4 TELEGRAPH CO. AND ASSOCIATED COMPANIES MORRIS CANOES The Canoe that Nationalized the great pastime of Canoeing. Write forCatalogue. B. N. MORRIS, INC., 240 State St. Veazie, Me. SMITH BROTHERS’ S.B. COUGH DROPS CHASE COLDS FIVE CENTS Mention Boys’ Lire in answering advertisements

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BOYS’ LIFE—The Boy Scouts’ Magazine May, 1917 More Than a Quarter Million Boy Scouts of America HE big difference between a live _— oh a dead one, is growth. A dea tree has just as much wood in it as a liv- ing one of the same size, but next year the live one will have more branches and the dead one more worm holes. Organizations are like trees, They either grow or rot. “By their fruit you shall know them.” The Boy Scout Movement grows as fast as the boys who are in it and that is growing some. In 1915 there were 129,182 Scouts and Scout Officials; in 1916 the number had grown to 177,880; now the number exceeds 250,000. If a monster parade should pass along a line of march reaching from Philadel- phia to New York, and all the Scouts in the country were there, they could line both sides of the entire route with their staffs and cover thirty-four miles of streets in the two cities. . In case the Scouts were placed as look- outs along our shores, there would be enough for thirty-eight Scouts to every mile all along the Atlantic, the Gulf of Mexico and the Pacific coasts, including Alaska. With a Scout every quarter of a mile messages could be relayed easily. But in a pinch all the men and boys who have had scout training but who are not now registered would assist. Then there would be one Scout every fifty-five feet. Scouts— Keep dry and comfortable in this fine tent— Cerone Proofed “The Rover” complete only $4.50 The “Cravenette” Proof makes this tent water-tight without add- ing an ounce to its weight. Weighs only 7 pounds—easy to pack on your back when going on a hike— no tent poles to lug along, you sim- ply tie the ridge rope between two trees. Plenty of room for three or four boys. Made of high-grade khaki drill- ing, double sewn. Comes complete with ropes and stakes already to set up. You'll find it at your sporting goods store or send us post office money order for $4.50. We ship the tent PREPAID. SABIC G ¥ ” TENTS come in all sizes and prices—scout tents, camp tents, canoe tents, mo- Boy Scout Life-Savers By ARMSTRONG PERRY HE joy of knowing that ke has saved the life of a fellow being is so great that even the strain of a long and terrific struggle is soon forgotten by the life saver. But when he takes des- perate chances, works until mind and body collapse under the strain, and finds at last that he has lost, he bears the marks of the conflict to his dying day. Assistant Scoutmaster Aaron S. Smith, of Troop 189, Philadelphia, became delir- ious in the water while attempting to res- cue two persons whose canoe was upset in the Delaware river during a flood. Scout Paul V. Magee assisted him to land, where he was restrained by force from continu- ing his hopeless effort. Both of them were so overcome that it was very difficult to get from them sufficient details for a re- port to the National Court of Honor. tor tents, wigwam tents and nomad tents. The only Genuine “Craven- ette”’ Proofed Tents. FR “Guide for Campers’ and complete tent catalog. Tells all you need to know about pre- parine for the trip and making camp. d for your Free Copy. THE FRED F. SABEY CO., INC. 182 South Ave., Rochester, N. Y. i light in a cellar window may or may not be a sign of danger. Scout Arthur Ohlson, of Troop 8, Bloom- field, N. J., discovered one while deliver- ing papers last winter and decided to find out just what it meant. One look was enough. A brisk fire was burning among some paint and oil buckets. Ohlson rung the doorbell. No response. He took the painters’ ladder and climbed to a second-story window, which he smashed. The rooms were full of smoke, | but he found and routed out four dazed, befuddled inmates and conducted them to safety. e A quick ride on his bicycle, a pull at the hook in the fire alarm box, and the gongs of speeding apparatus sounded in the dis- tance. He guided the engine to the burn- ing house and had the satisfaction. of see- ing the fire checked before it destroyed the upper floors. * CAMP KINAPIK The Woodcraft Camp for Boys from 8 to 15 LAKE KEZAR, MAINE Unique combination of Maine woods, lakes and White Mountains. Gather round the council fire, under personal care of the director. pe Pesos Thompson Seton. For illus- trated booklet address . C, WENT, Director, Bridgeport, Conn. Mention Boys’ Lirs in answering advertisements IDEAL TENTS FOR SCOUTS Ss : Note:—In these Tents Scovts’ Staffs are used for poles by tacking leather washer to staff which catches in 14-inch rings sewed in top of tent. Rings all hand-sewed. See tents rolled up on shoulders of two end Scouts, ready for a hike. Above cut shows part of Troop No. 1, Boy Scouts of America, Toledo, Ohio, with their No. 1 Army Khaki-Dyed Tents manufactured by us. No. !—Scout Tent, 4 x 6 ft., center 3 ft., wall 1 ft.; 8 oz. U. S. Army Khaki—Dyed, double and twisted filling duck. Complete with Poles, Stakes Se ED . eoeceveshscocadsroccucvonseecesans $5.00 No. 2—Scout Tent. Same size, 8 oz. double and twisted filling White Duck. Complete with Poles, Stakes and $4.50 No. 3—Scout Tents. Same size. 8 oz. Single Filling White Duck. Complete with Poles, Stakes Be PEED. dvensenvesdcocacsiocenesccssesersas $4.00 lo. 4—Scout Tents. Same size. High Grade White Tent Twill. Complete with Poles, Stakes and Ropes $3.50 If poles are not wanted deduct 5% Special Prices in lots of twenty-five. Terms net cash in advance unless otherwise arranged. Special Tent Catalogue and Samples furnished Free on request. THE OHIO CANVAS GOODS MFG. CO. Dept. 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May, 1917 BOYS’ LIFE—The Boy Scouts’ Magazine 4 —— COUT HERMAN J. DIEKMAN, JR., of Troop 20, Albany, N. Y., can swim fairly well, but he is no raft. When a boy who had gone beyond his depth in Normanskill creek clambered aboard him, Diekman submerged. The other fellow had him by the hands and waist, but the Scout freed one flipper and did an under-water swim which was a credit to his training. The National Court of Honor awarded a bronze honor medal. T a Scout camp (or any other place) no boy should ever be permitted to enter the water until there is organization ashore to insure his coming out alive. There should never be any question as to who should go after him in case of trouble. Scout Wayne Morrill was the man of the hour at the Ft. Wayne (Ind.) camp one July day when a beginner gave out in eight feet of water. The Scoutmaster was on the job, too, but he was fully dressed. The Scout got the boy—the Scoutmaster | only got wet. He was too happy to care about that, though, when the rescuer came in with his man. There were so many logs and snags in the water that the risk was considerable. A oronze medal was therefore awarded by the National Court of Honor. The Troubles of Willy Peters (Continued from page 15) time Pieface Sherman and the other fel- ler guarding me was racing up the hill with the rest of the Tommyhawk Avengers. Just as I got up and Willy walloped Slats for the last time Nelson and Grunter came back on the run. “What’s the matter?” says Nelson. Willy Peters didn’t answer right off. He went over and sat down on the edge of the dock and began to cry. “They’ve k-k-killed Felix,” he says. “Well,” says Grunter, “he’s your cat and you ought to know. But it looks to me as if he wasn’t all dead. Ain’t that him up on top of the freight house, with a piece of string around his neck and a lot of water running off of him?” It was. It was Felix with enough lives left so he was able to set up a yawl. Willy Peters started to climb up after him just as Smitty Henderson quit holding onto his stomach and could talk. “Say,” he says, “you can join the Tom- myhawk Avengers now, if you want to, Peters.” “I don’t want to now,” Willy told him. “They ain’t so much as I thought they was. Another Way to Help Cedar Rapids, Ia., has decided to put into the collection boxes of the Red Cross Society, for use in Europe, half of the money which is ordinarily spent for fire- works. In other cities the suggestion is made that all of the fireworks money be given for relief work. “Why burn up a dollar of money to make noise over a victory won in 1776 when there are millions in the world who are suffering for foods, for medicines, even for bandages with which to bind up their wounds?” asks one editor. Home-made Fireless Cookers Farmers’ Bulletin 771, issued by the United States Department of Agriculture, tells how to make and use fireless cookers. They work well in camp, of course. This bulletin may be obtained from the Depart- ment, alll oe esse es os When you're toting the food, there are three things to watch. Is it easy to carry? Is it easy to cook? Is it easy to eat ? Self-rising Pancake Flour Is easy to carry because it is compactly packed and you don’t have to carry anything else to use with it. Teco is easy to cook because all you have to do is mix it with cold lt’s in the flour water and bake—not an- other thing. And as for eating,—if the whiff of hot, luscious pancakes,—if the taste of the best pancakes you ever put into your mouth,— does not whet your appetite ’til you eat like a “hired-man”—why, you’re not a true lover of the joys of the out-of-doors. Teco Meets the Government’s, Dr. Wiley’s and the Westfield Pure Food Standards. The Ekenburg Company | My MAMC «s+ -ceeseereeesereeses 211 Lackawana Ave., Cortland, N. Y. Aas i ES Pe Ee URN ree ey eseene, send me free copy of “The Buttermilk ook.” GrOCRE so k0.00.s 06. seen, abe reseep Note: -If your grocer does not keep Teco, and you send 12c in stamps (15c West of the Rockies) a full size package will be sent you prepaid. fe PEEL EPP e Tae Po Ee Pe em HA Ei —_——— Celebrate “Bicycle Week” By Seeing the 1917 Dayton Bicycle TH good old bicycle season is here again, boys, and bicycle dealers everywhere are celebrating it by mak- ing special displays from April 28 to May 5—which they call ‘‘Bicycle Week.” Join in the celebration! DAYTON dealers are waiting to show you the fine new DAYTON bicycles — bicycles whose name has stood for ‘America’s fin- est’’ for nearly twenty-five years. There are seven splendid models in the 1917 DAY- TON line—each one the best that a great organization and long experience can produce. Your DAYTON will bring you ) @ world of fun and be the best “pal” you ever had! 1917 DAYTONS at your deal- y er’s at once, te to us for be send you his name. boys, is a fascinating book that actually tells you 50 different ways to make money with a DAYTON Bicycle. there’: money as well as fun in a DAYTON. is free. Write today, asking Here, for Booklet No. 14. Cycle Department Tue Davis SEWING MACHINE CO. Dayton, On10 Fr Mention Bors’ Liz in answering advertisements r

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May, 1917 “New-Skin’ —for cuts and scrapes New-Skin is an antiseptic liquid for use on little hurts. It forms a waterproof covering over the wound and allows it to heal naturally. In two sizes, at all druggists, 10c., 25c. NEWSKIN CO., NEW YORK Here Is The Cot The Soldiers BOYS! Vite oleh Scouts Use You want the same comfort and conveniences in camp that the govern- ment provides for the Army and Na- tional Guard. Uncle Sam has bought hundreds of thousands of Cotp MEDAL Cots They are also used by experienced campers everywhere and by the Y. M. C. A. camp or- ganizations, ey, Scouts and Lone Scouts. me A _~ i a are as comfortable and r bed. And they fold up | ye a ‘onal, "bundle. ‘that is carried as easily as a suitcase. Get “Gold Medal’’ folding chairs, tables, pails, etc., this summer. Use them at home, too. your tent on the lawn—use the cot to slee out on the porch on hot nights. — linother it is useful for all emergencies—whe: expected company” arrives. Send for Catalog “‘A”’ Catalog “‘A’’ vontains lots of valuable camp hints. It is free—write for it today. at you want a complete “Camper’s Manual,” send 10 cents. GOLD MEDAL CAMP FURNITURE MFG. CO. DEPT. Z. RACINE, WIS. The World’s re. Exclusive Manufacturers Furniture. cots, cot mattresses, for YOU, your TROOP, CLUB, CLASS or SOCIETY. Not a stunt but an honorable, high- class and liberal money - making plan. No money to pay—no chances— no risk. Write NOW, for offer. AMOLENE PRODUCTS CO., Buffalo, N. Y. CLASSY CLASS PINS Attract attention, excite admiration. De- sign, gy material all high grade. No, 301 No. 301, two colors, hard + any let- tere or date, silver plate, 20c a. $2 do: Sterling, 40c each, * free catalog. METAL ARTS CO.. Inc.. 91 So. Ave.. Rochester. N. Y. Mention Bors’ Lire in answering advertisements icy February March? That's it. Grin! No, but April May! awful old. In comparison with some of the veter- ans sent in to us, however, it is of tenderfoot years. Long, long ago the hen crossed the road and A _seasonable joke perhaps, but it’s the cow looked over the wall, so that they could avoid seeing some of these jokes that are com- ing in to us disguised in “shorts.” Boys, do better. Send fresh May flowers or walloping by sticks of this month’s cuttin Let us get after Old Idle Five Minutes. Feet us llay him cold with some extra hot wallops. Let us decorate his grave with May flowers. Come across boys, come across with the best you have and see if you don’t crack old Five Minutes’ cocoanut. As many shies as you like for one stamp. Let him have it! "Atta boy! Wow! Now boys, please stand back. Let the win- ning Scouts walk up for their prizes. Here they come— / Na? Orrice Boy: “The Think and Grin editor says he can’t think of any joke to go with this picture.” Printer’s Devit: “How can he be a good Scout if he can’t find his bear-ings?” (Wait until the Think and Grin editor catches the Devil in his bare-skin.) BUT, HOLD! How’s This? (Look at the Picture) . Bear on his feet. Bear on his mind. . The bare-foot dancer. The bear behind. (Can you write a better one?) * * * ‘A Scout is Clean,’ but— What is the color of your dog, Sammy? Well, I’m going to wash him to-night and see for m yself. hwnd oe. & & Sharp Boy, Too The teacher had been reading to the class about the great forests. “And now, boys” she asked, “which one of you can tell me the , Pine that has the longest and sharpest needles?” 3 went a hand in the front row. fell, Tommy.” “The porcupine!” * * If At First You Don’t Succeed— Arrange 8 matches so as to form two squares and four triangles. * * * “10 U” Do you know the difference between capital and labor? No, what is it? Well, if I lent you 25 cents that would be apital. If I tried to get it back that would be labor. ott ti ide All Aboard! Hold Fast! If train “X’ leaves New York for Philadel- phia at 50 miles an hour at the same time as train “Y” leaves Philadelphia for New York at 30 miles an hour and both travel on_the same line, which will be the farthest from New York when they meet? pi A Striking Match (Afterwards Perhaps) Customer—Have you any light ties that would match my eyes? Pick a Premium Besides the big value to you of BOYS’ LIFE itself, we will give you free any one of the following splendid premiums with your $1.00 yearly subscription to this magazine : A Real Eastman Camera Complete, compact, simple to use, this machine turns out a per- fect little picture 1% x 1% inches in size. Made specially, with film No. 00, for the Boy Scouts of America. A Handy Pocket Flashlight Nickel-plated, extra powerful, gu:-r- anteed Tungsten Battery, Mazda lamp> Size 3 x 14% x % inches, use- ful inside on a dark day, outside on a dark night. A Salz 14K Guaranteed Fountain Pen Fully guaranteed best quality. Pen non-leakable, made of hard rubber, set with 14K gold point pen. Just what everyone needs. A Scout Name Knife Made specially by the manufac- turer of “Keen Kutter” cutlery for BOYS’ LIFE. Regular two-bladed boys’ knife, with your name and ad- dress on the handle. 3 Patriotic Books for Boys Washington, Franklin and Lincoln Stirring stories of these Famous Americans. Each book 5% x 8 inches; over 200 pages. Fully illus- trated in color. Substantially bound. Select the book you like. HERE {S mY ORDER FOR IT BOYS’ LIFE—The Boy Scouts’ Magazine, 200 Fifth Avenue, New York. Enclosed find ONE DOLLAR, for which send me BOYS’ LIFE for One Year and *“(Name of Premium) ce Te, All charges prepaid by you. Name Addre COPPER OEE EEE EESERET ES EE ESSE CWrite “shegab erat sto aeetaeene oe The Premium and Mcgasine can go to sep- arate addresses, if desired. Canadian or Foreign Postage extra. Mention Boys’ Lirn in answering advertisements

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May, 1917 BOYS’ LIFE—The Boy Scouts’ Magazine 43 Clerk—No, but we have soft hats to match your head. + +. * Killing More Than Five Minutes A watch dial is broken in three pieces so that each piece has the same number on when the figures on each piece are added up. How must it be broken to get this result? * * * Doing His Turn? Jacx—What is your birthstone? Bitt—Grindstone, I guess. l \ * * + . * * Divide into eight equal parts. That Amazing Maze It was an amazing maze we printed last month. Scores of boys, however, solved the puzzle and sent us the solution. Nearly all of them were right, the trail beginning at the lower left hand corner c¢ and spelling out the came!. But it made you hump yourself, didn’t it Scouts? _ * * ° Go After This One Dick has ten puppies inside a wire fence. They are always fighting. As he only has four boards, how is he going to nail them together so as to get each puppie into a small coop by himself? * * #*# May Think and Grin Winners Howard D. Smith, Illinois; Arthur W. Vanek, Illinois; Samuel Stein, New York; Robert Ef- roymson, Indiana; Scout Floyd Dowell, Illinois; Scout G. Bates Ringgold, Massachusetts; James Henderson, New Jersey; Scout Robert Ferrein, Illinois; Scout M. G. Lichty, Iowa; Paul Diefen- bacher, New Jersey. Answers to Puzzles Those eight matches. It works better with matches than with a pen. Try it. * * * The train problem. Both will be the same distance from New York for they will be to- gether when they meet, won't they? The watch problem. It must be broken in this manner to get the same number 26 on each piece. . J Did you divide it this way? * = * prt tree ----- + 1 ! ' @ e + e . ' ' ‘ bd ! 1 ' Each dot represents ' ' a puppy. ' . ' ' i ' ' : i ' ' America Calls For The Goodrich “Giant” This is the tire to speed the “‘scout’’ No troubles —no delays— for the GIANT is the strongest-built, longest-wearing Bicycle on his errand of service! Tire ever made. That snappy, three-bar Tread has bull- And it is made of the same Black Rubber originated by Good- dog grit and strength. rich, the World’s Largest Rubber Factory, and now imitated by every rubber manufac- turer in the country. Think of a Bicycle Tire that has two plies of heavy motorcycle fabric! That’s what you get in the GIANT. wonder Tire, outside and inside. another one like it: It is a Not Get a pair of GIANTS now and enjoy a full season of the finest, care- free riding you ever knew. Goodrich dealer near you. The B. F. Goodrich Rubber Co. AKRON, OHIO, Makers of the famous Goodrich Black Safety Tread Automobile Tires- **Best in the Long Ran’ There isa BUGLE for BOY SCOUTS $5.00 HE easiest blowing regula- ation Bugle for Boy Scouts, in brass at $5. Thousands of Wurlitzer Bugles used by the United States Army. Big Free Catalog Oe"! of all musical instruments free. Write. The Rudolph Warliteer Company E. 4th St., Cincinnati— S, W: Ave., Chicago How Would You Like to Explore = Pigmy Forest ?= There’s an exciting new boy’s book just out, written by a famous explorer who actually travelled further into the mysterious “Pigmy Forest” than the great Stanley himself! Your Chief Scout Librarian, Mr. Mathiews says it’s “the best boy’s book I have read in quite a little while.” Adventures in the African Jungle, Hunting Pigmies By William Edgar Gcil In “The True Adventure Series’”’ Illus., Net, i. At All Bookstores. Published Doubleday, Page & Co. Mention Boys’ Lirgz in answering advertisements

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44 BOYS’ LIFE—The Boy Scouts’ Magazine May, 1917 STAMPS |No advertisements for this column are ac- cepted unless they meet the approvai of an ex- pert in stamp matters. Kindly report any un- satisfactory service. | POSTAGE CURRENCY The “Connecting Link” between Stamps and s. 5e note, facsimile of old 1863 5c stamp 10c note, facsimile of old 10c stamp 25e note, facsimile of five 5c a ‘ 50c note, facsimile of five 10c notes These are legal tender notes to-day. SPECIAL: Genuine U. §. greenback ue note, only. .20c 8. note, only. .40c COINS: ~ offer of large U. 8. oan eagle cent, 2c ig Eh coin with motto), 2, {! and 3c piece, all FREE: 40-page lilustrated Coin List FREE with order eee eeeeeee . MAX MEHL, Meitieientes Dept. L, Maehl Building Fort Worth, Texas Largest exclusive Coin inthe United States GET A CHANCE TO BUY BEST POSTAGE STAMPS The scarcest, newest, postage stam the kind we are = to get by buying private collections—are always of- to our approval customers first. Get on our ap- ~~ al list—receive your approval sheets regularly. Write today for information, free price list and mon circular. Address Dept. 2 SCOTT STAMP & COIN CO. 127 Madison Avenue New York City STAMPS. 52°.%%¢ fore’n. incl. Mex. War, Salvador, incl. ot- ficlals, Guatemala, China, etc., on Best 60 "Tote, Mo. e buy Stam HUSSMAN Stamp. “con St. 100 varieties used stamps, ALL ; ceanet ~P 4 hingea, am FOR Cc H set 4 2 varieties 1 set Ecuador, 2 varieties, 10 varieties unused stamps. LAKE VIEW STAMP CO. 5222 Virginia Place. LOS ANGELES, CAl all different unused stamps from all over 2 the world, all genuine postage stamps, a 10c fine collection, only.......sceeeeeeccees An Australian Kangaroo stamp free to approval appli- eants. Dept. B, Columbus, Ohio NATIONAL STAMP CO., THE LARGEST STAMP ISSUED Venezuela, 1903-4, 1 Bolivar catalogued at 35 cents. Yours for 10 cents. Try our net approvals. PINKERTON & TAGGART, Box 184, Marietta, Pa. STAMPS. 108 all different. Transvaal, Ser- via, Brazil, Peru, Cuba, Mexico, Trinidad, lava, etc., and album, l0c. 1000 7 Mixed, 25c. 65 different U. a 25c. 5c. Agents wanted, per cat. I buy stamps. hinges, List Free. C. STEGMAN, 595! Cote Crilllanté Ave., St. Louls, Mo. | all different stamps from —s = STAMPS: QUAKER STAMP co., “Toledo, do, Ohio 12 ALL DIFFERENT FOREIGN STAMPS — _—— ca, Eavpt China, M — apt Lg 3-5 Victoria, ‘Portu: OVAL’ STAMP zi Hinges N. Si Bist St.. Philadelphia, va 40 dif. U. S., All Beauties. 30 dif. British Colomiats 30 dif. Sweden, 10 Unused Stamps. Takes This Offer 0 dif. Animal Stamps. FOYE STAMP COMPANY, _ Detroit, Michigan OLD COINS [antet—$2 to $500 EACH paid tor hundreds of old Coins. eep all menee dated before 1895 and send cents fe t New Ilis’*td Coin Value Book, size 4x7. _Showi: anteed prices. Get Posted At Once. CLARK Goin CO.. Box 10. Le Rov. N. Approval Selections al 10% Discount An old stamp paper free if requested. J. J. EMORY RENOLL. Dept. K, HANOVER, PA FREE— Pen Packet Stamps, Big Ill. List, $1.00. Ay ~ pons, Hinges, etc., for name, ad- oe 4 Kay ‘STAMP p do. Orica. M. me 100 diff. world-wide stamps or 50 U. 8. send 10c for 10 wks.’ subn. to MEKEEL'S stane WEEKLY, Beverly, om. If preferred, 1 Sweden, or 42 Japan o! sit LLA aed ae a aa TAMPS. 105, China, ete. 000 Becgoins. 2c. Album stps. of world 12c. Sta. AS. Boston. Ma py ? ym - countries, 25 vari- S., an ilustrated album and hinges. 10c. wriant. 47 Court St.. Boston. Mase. Unused Stamps a all different, sae Guatemala, Paraguay, etc. Postage, 20. FISK STAMP CO., Toelede, Ohie 25 STAMPS « Mention Bors’ Lirz in answering advertisemente Real News for Collectors By KENT B. STILES means new American stamps. Presi- dent Wilson in his address to Con- gress on April 2 said our financial credits should be “sustained so far as may be by equitable taxation.” One way of raising credits is by bp | revenue stamps on documents and medicines. The govern- ment adopted this measure a few months after the world war began, issuing three sets—documentary, proprietary, and for wines and cordials. These became obsolete last October. Last month we announced the appearance of new wine stamps dated 1916. It is certain that any new documen- tary and proprietary stamps would not be printed from the old plates, all dated 1914, but from new ones probably dated 1917. It is too early to know what may result philatelically if we send troops to Europe, but it would not surprise collectors if even- tually a system was adopted of surcharg- ing American stamps, perhaps with “ U. S. E. F.,” for use by our expeditionary forces. These would be called military stamps. W ine with Germany almost certainly Tue New Russia anp Stamps The effect of the Russian revolution on philately cannot be long deferred. New stamps are certain to appears, as the cur- rent series bears the portraits of the de- posed Emperor, Nicholas II, and his pred- ecessors on the throne during the past three centuries. It is reported, indeed, that the new republican government has already begun arrangements for an Ameri- can printing firm to prepare new stamps, although this is not confirmed. Russia’s present pictorial labels were is- sued first in 1918 ‘to commemorate the 800th anniversary of the founding of the Romanoff dynasty. If you will open your -| stamp book or your catalog and look at names) the 70 kopecs value of this series you will find a picture of Michael Feodor Roman- off, who in 1618 became first “Ruler of all the Russias” and who founded the long line of Emperors and Empresses whose autocratic power terminated with the recent overthrow of Nicholas II. You will find portraits of this last ruler on the 7 k., 10 k., and 5 rubles denominations. Other stamps of this set which are of chief interest are the 1 k. and 4 k., each showing Peter the Great, who early in the 18th century founded the city of St. Petersburg, now known as Petrograd; the 50 k., portraying Peter’s daughter Eliza- beth, Russia’s first Empress; the 1 ruble, showing the Kremlin at Moscow, where the Emperors were crowned; the 2 r., with the Imperial Winter Palace at Petrograd ; and the 8 r., picturing the House of the Ro- manoffs, at Moscow, where Michael, first of these rulers, was born. With these stamps so rege | linked with the history of this dynasty whose form of vérnment the Russian people refused ten to recognize, is it strange that the labels should quickly be declared obsolete? Reset Stamps The Cuban revolution has been produc- tive of stamps, even though it was short-| of Silver’s Folding Fuel Stove Uses Solid Aleshal, Wood or Paper 2-Burner; folds into space 7” x 151/,” 1”; weighs 3 lbs. complete. Cooks Eggs, Bacon, Steak, Game, Cof- fee. 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Send No Money but write today for this new ree catalog, also full partic- ulars of new jo-da, trial offer. Do not buy until you receive it. WR/ VE Soi if) MEA CYCLE COMPANY Dept. K-17, Chicago all different Mexican War Stamps, every one guaranteed genuine, a fine collec- 10c tion of these stamps for only.......... A New Zealand War Stamp free to Approval Applicants. FRANKLIN STAMP CO., Dept. B, Columbus, Ohlo FREE! 25 DIFFERENT BRITISH COLONIALS ES for pproval. Postage, Nick Room 16. aoe Flas At vee Washington, | Dd. ri From 23 different tries. Set of 23 STAMPS $1 and $2 US. Rev. 500 hinges, all for 5c. Mention paper. Miama Stamp Co., Toledo, 0. BOYS! Have you any stamps from New Hebrides? A beautiful set of ines free to approval ae ection enclos- 100 DIFFERENT FOREIGN STAMPS from all parts the world, 8c. MICHAEL, 5602 Prairie, Chicago. Mention Boys’ Lirz in answering advertisements

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May, 1917 BOYS’ LIFE—The Boy Scouts’ Magazine 45 lived. For a few weeks the rebels were in possession of the province and town of Camaguey and during this occupancy they surcharged the 1, 2, and 8 cents values of Cuban regular stamps showing the map of the Republic, and the ten cents Special Delivery picturing an airplane. This over- print reads “1917 Gob.” on the first line, “gob.” being short for the Spanish word for “government”; “Constitucional,” mean- ing “constitutional,” on the second line; and “Camaguey” on the third line. It is understood that only 2,000 of the 1 c., 3,000 of the 2 c., and 300 each of the 8 and 10 ¢. were issued. The editor has been shown copies of the 1 ¢c. which paid post- age on a letter from Cuba to New York, and the surcharge on this stamp is in red. New AMERICAN SERIES Interesting changes have taken place in our own stamps. When our government decided some months ago to issue our postal labels on paper, a perforation of 10 was selected; that is, ten holes between each stamp. Now it develops that these stamps were susceptible to tear when be- ing taken apart, and the Post Office De- partment has reissued them perforated 11, making it easier to separate them. This, of course, means an entirely new set, al- though designs, colors and values remain unchanged. Meanwhile $2 and $5 denominations have been restored. For the past fifteen years we have not had stamps of these values paying regular postage. The new ones are reissued in the same designs as those of the 1902 set, but on unwatermarked paper and perforated 10. The colors are the same, except that they are of slightly different shade. Their reappearance may be attributed to the war. Dwindling of cargo space at sea because of Germany’s submarine methods, and freight conges- tion on American railroads because of exports accumulating at seaport cities, have caused many shippers to send goods by mail, both in our country and across the ocean. On some commodities the postal rates are cheaper than either freight or express rates. It was this situation which created a demand for higher denomina- tions of stamps. Apparently our new colony, Virgin Is- lands (formerly Danish West Indies), will not have distinctive stamps, as do the Phil- ippines. Governmental postal regulations indicate instead that our current stamps will be used, as in Porto Rico and Hawaii. Danish West Indies stamps are no longer sold there, but it was announced that those outstanding would be valid until exhausted. Meanwhile England’s Virgin Islands have their own stamps, inscribed “Virgin Is- A Popular Bait Casting Combination “Bristol” Bait Casting Rod No. 25, price $7.00, and Meek “Blue Grass” Simple Free Spool No. 35 Reel, $7.50. The angler who has this combination can go anywhere among casters and be proud of his outfit. The Rod has a short cork handle with patented detachable finger hook, large polished German silver improved casting guides and solid agate tip with extra large opening. The reel seat is close to the grip, enabling the fisherman to “thumb” the, reel without tiring his hand. Large guides and tips allow the line to run so freely that after a few trials a novice can cast from 75 to 100 feet. Regular lengths, 4, 4%, 5, 5%, 6 and 6% ft. Weight 8 to 8% oz. Price, $7.00. e Reel is a decided improvement over other take apart reels in design, material, workmanship, action and durability. We have recently ex- amined a number of these reels made over 12 years ago, and find them in first-class condition, showing no mewea goon wear. The spiral gear- ing cut from one-piece hard-drawn brass rod, gives power, smoothness and speed otherwise unobtainable. The unk rest allows the spool to be completely filled with line. The free spool mechanism acts auto- matically on the clutch prin + oe disconnecting the gearing from the spool by the act of casting and automatically re-connecting to the spool by the act of winding. Beyond a doubt this is the best take apart reel that has ever been produced for the price, $7.50. Both rod and reel can be bought separately of your dealer, or by mail, from us at catalogue prices. BOTH CATALOGUES FREE The “Bristol” catalogue describes 48 rod models; the Meek catalogue describes 23 reel models. Both sent free on request. A few more copies of our 1917 Art Calendar (beautiful full color reproduction of a P R. Goodwin painting) sent only on receipt of 15c. The Horton Mfg. Co. Also manufacturers of the Meek and Blue Grass Reels 204 Horton Street Bristol, Conn. Pacific Coast Branch: PHIL. B. BEKEART CO., 717 Market Street, San Francisco, California lands,” and these may be displaced by a series with a new inscription to indicate Britis hownership, in order to avoid con- fuson caused by two sets of islands with the same name. Money for Camping A novel and sensible way of financing the summer camp has been adopted by Troop 47 of Richmond, Va. The Scouts have se- cured an acre of ground upon which they will raise a crop of early potatoes. To pro- vide funds with which to purchase the seed potatoes and the fertilizer, the troop will give an entertainment. The Troop Com- mittee, with the assistance of some truckers, are overseeing the work. es Camp Algonquin ASQUAM LAKE, N. H. A camp for boy scouts who want the oppor- tunity to advance rapidly—and on safe grounds. J. Edward Knott, Jr., an Eagle Scout, Scoutmaster. Address EDWIN DeMERITTE, Jackson Springs, N. C. CAMP FITZHUGH (on uiceontaries All sports, with special facilities for water sports. Self-government. Military instruction and rifle prac- tice, voluntary. Unequalled table. Summer school for those who desire tutoring. A. G. WARREN, Director 4101 Connecticut Ave., Washington, D. C. Mention Boys’ Lirz in answering advertisements

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BOYS’ LIFE—The Boy Scouts’ Magazine May, 1917 “Never mind, Uncle, we habe our Raynsters on” HAT?’S right, you don’t have to mind a little rain, with a Raynster. Very likely “Uncle” has his Raynster on, too. These storm-coats are made for everybody—from big six-footers down to little three-footers. They just cover you up and keep you high and dry. No more damp clothes which bring on colds, then scolds. Raynsters turn rainy days into happy days. They give you room to romp and run for play days. They give you neat and dressy appearance for Sundays. All the family will soon be wearing Raynsters—why don’t you be the first? Tell the folks about these wonderful storm-coats. Raynsters are Look for this label nade for boys and girls, men and women; many styles at many prices. on your coat Remember the name, “‘Raynster,”’ and see that it is on your storm-coat. aynster United States Rubber Company (Clothing Division), New York ATTY LOT Scoutmasters, Scouts and all Readersof Boys’ Life We are giving the Boy Scouts an OPPORTUNITY to act as our salesmen. If you desire to raise TROOP FUNDS, or earn money for CAMPING EXPENSES, EQUIPMENT, etc., write today and we will forward detailed information. You may feel assured this proposition is thoroughly reliable. No investment is required. Give full name and address, also troop number. Scouts should also give name and address of Scoutmaster. AMERICAN W. L. MFG. CO. 717 Greenfield Ave. Milwaukee, Wisconsin Mention Boys’ Lirg in answering advertisements. HE two great needs of our country in this war are ships and food. You cannot build ships. But you can pro- duce food. Will you? War or no war, rain or drought, good season or bad season, food will be scarce before the end of 1917. Searce in Europe, scarce in America, scarce in your home, perhaps. A certain amount of hunger is good for a boy—just as, in the language of Pudd’n- head Wilson, a certain amount of fleas is good for a dog—but how would you feel if not only you but your family were hungry? The army will eat a lot—and produce nothing. The navy—ditto. But you wouldn't feel just comfortable if they quit the job to go back home and hoe the potatoes, would you? There is just one way to make sure that everybody will have enough to keep soul and body together—that is for everybody to produce at least enough for himself. Talk it over with your parents. Make a garden. Begin now. Don’t know how? Never mind, Uncle Sam has men in more than half the count- ies of the United States whose business it is to tell you what you need to know. Find out who that man is in your county—or the next county. Tell him about your back yard, the vacant lot next door. If there is no back yard or vacant lot, ask him about window boxes, and box gardens on the roof. He will tell you what to plant, how to plant it, how to take care of it, how to murder the bugs. If you have any difficulty in finding out about gardening, write to Mr. O. H. Ben- son, Department of Agriculture, Washing- ton, D. C. He will send illustrated leaf- lets which will teach you all you need to know about soil, seeds and seasons. Perhaps you can do a big stunt. A country boy sometimes has an acre of land, hogs and chickens. But do something even if it is only raising a window box full of radishes. Do the biggest thing you can. Throw the garden idea into the other fellows and the grown-ups. Keep the school gardens growing through vacation. Pester the school teachers, the scoutmaster, and the town and city officials until every foot of soil is somebody’s garden. You may be only a little fellow. So is a bee, but he produces food and gets quick action even from sluggish souls. It’s great to make things grow. It’s real life to have living things under your care and control. Somebody dear to you may be on the firing line. Big brother, perhaps. If you can grow enough to feed him you are as good as he. If you can stir up everybody around you so that they raise enough to feed a company, a regiment, a battleship’s crew, you may end the war and bring peace again to all the earth.

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HAVE received letters through the Brotherhood from Scouts all over the world, except the Canal Zone and South America. Last week I was surprised at getting letters from a native boy of the Federated Malay States and also from a native boy (and a Scout, too) in Ashantee (Gold Coast, Africa), both of whom are going to send me stamps. I am also cor- responding with a French Scout. ‘Long live the World Brotherhood of, Boys’ is the sincere wish of a Canadian Scout.” If you have written in saying: “Please send me letters from foreign boys” and then sat back and waited in vain for weeks, don’t be surprised. We receive comparatively few letters from foreign boys. Especially since the war began théy have been very scare and precious and we have handed them around to boys who we were sure would be live wire cor- respondents. If you have received one from this office, take it as a compliment. BUT—there is another way to get letters from foreign boys. Write to them! Members who are already writing to foreign boys can help us by asking their correspondents to try to get new mem- bers for us. This is your Brotherhood. Pitch in and help us fill our mail bags with these fascinating foreign letters, with strange stamps and postmarks, with queer handwriting and funny expressions from boys overseas who write to us in our own langua How many of us. could do as much for them? Some of you have never in your life had a letter that has journeyed thousands of miles by land andl sea—perhaps by dog train, or camel back, or snowshoed coureur de bois!—to come to your little old home door. it and get a new sensa- tion—a whiff i the Isle oof Spice, an icy breath from Esquimo Land, a splash of tropic color from the jungles of Brazil, a piece of cheese from the Valley of the Moon—Help! Pipe dream! You'll be sending us letters for these places sure pop. April Fool! There ain’t no such thing—yet. An English Scout wants to correspond with boys working in cotton mills and in- terested in cottom machinery. Dixie, step forward! Tue Rves Write a letter to a boy. Place it in an envelope—but don’t seal ii! See that your return address is written plainly on the envelope. If you want it to go to a boy in the United States or its possessions, to Canada, any of the British Isles, New Zealand, British Guiana, the Bahamas, or Mexico, put on a two cent stamp. If you want it to go to any other part of the world, put on a five cent stamp. Write plainly on a slip of paper your name, address, age, and whether or not you are a Scout. Put the slip and the unsealed letter into an envelope, seal the outside envelope and mail it to Boys’ Lire, the Boy Scouts’ Magazine, 200 or avenue, New York, affixing adequate post- i 7 will be forwarded to a boy—somewhere! (If you desire you can write on the inside en- velope the name of the country or state where you want it sent.) No expense whatever, except postage, is in- volved in this correspondence; our service is iven to all boys, whether subscribers to Boys’ IFE or not, Delivered to You Free colors, and sizes in Ge famous ine of bicycles. All a in aed colors in our new 1917 catalog. poere are many other also— in fact complete line eof bicycles in the world, PRICES, from $15.75, $1

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BOYS’ LIFE—The Boy Scouts’ Magazine May, 1917 ULVER’ SUMMER SCHOOLS Naval Cavalry Woodcraft What are you going to do for your vacation this summer? Don’t waste it; you have only a few long vacations left before you are a man and have to work the year round. Go to the Culver Woodcraft School and scout under that crack scout-master, Dillon Wallace, the author and Labrador explorer, and his as- sistants. That’s a treat to fight for—such a summer. All the scout activities and a lake for swimming, besides. If you’re 14 years old, you can attend the Naval or Cavalry School instead. Ask your father to write today for a catalog of whichever school you think you would like best. Board and tuition, $165 (Cavalry, $200). Uniform and equipment, $30.63 to $53.48. Address COMMANDANT, CULVER, IND. (On Lake Maxinkuckee) Can’t You Hear the Wild? _It’s Calling You! LAKE TEEDYUSKUNG, PIKE COUNTY, PA. JUNE 30th TO AUGUST 3lst Write for particulars to the Winter Headquarters of the DAN BEARD OUT-DOOR SCHOOL, Flushing, L. 1. [: AMP BE ACON Gentleman’s private preserve—5000 acres. Long Lake, Adirondack Mts., New York. Heart of the Wilderness. Exceptional camp for healthy, refined boys of particular parents only. Character development, tutoring and rational outdoor sports under experienced physicians and university graduates. Pure spring water, milk, cream, from estate; plenty wholesome food. Fine buildings, tents and equipment. Handsome booklet on request. Rates absolutely inclusive No extras. References. LOUIS C. WOODRUFF, A. M., 107 West 76th Street, Apartment 9, New York An “Old Town ‘Sponson’ Canoe”’ is more fun than a barrel ! of monkeys. You can’t turnit over. It’ssafe, easy to paddle, e Ss 0 un fast and lasts indefinitely. You can sure have a big time in this 7 canoe. Write for catalog telling all about it. Order from dealer or factory. ‘‘Old Town Canoes” sell from $34 up—4000 ready. > - OLD TOWN CANOE 00., 695 Middle St., Old Town, Maine, U.S. A. Old Jown Cance Winners of the Track Puzzle Contest ist—Franx Dearpen, age 10, Oklahoma, 96 nee FaRNSWoRTH, age 12, Colorado, 3rd—Epwarp PILKINGTON, age 12, Pennsyl- vania, 90. 4th—Hersert E. VauGuan, age 16, Washing- ton, 82 5th—Burton Tuayer, age 17, Minnesota, 81. 6th—Lero. Witt1aMs, age 15, Pennsylvania, 79. tae N. Rix, age 15, New Hampshire, 8th—Kennetu Eaton, age 16, North Dakota, 9th—Lonniz Donson, age 17, Alabama, 73. 10th—Tuomas W. Wuite, age 14, Pennsyl- vania, 72. OP ss ena Friswo.p, age 16, North Dakota, 12th—Opvus Horney, age 12, New Jersey, 65. We, the undersigned, who have judged the contributions submitted in The Boy Scout Track Puzzle Contest, declare the above list of scouts the winners of the twelve prizes offered for the twelve best manuscripts submitted. We have read every manuscript that was submitted in proper form, and have made our awards entirely on the merits of the winning manu- scrips. We feel that it is only proper to inform the contestants how we selected the win- ners. In the first place, we divided the track picture into twelve parts, each part counting eight points. This gave a total of 96 points. The additional four points to make the 100 for a perfect score were awarded for style and composition. The correct solution with the division into parts and the points given for the correct solu- tion of each part follows: The fox enters at the lower right of the drawing WALKING (8). He hears or scents the grouse, and STOPS (8). Thenhe TROTS (8) over to investigate. The grouse has alighted in the snow (8), as shown by the marks of the tail feathers, and walked away (8). When the fox strikes the fresh trail he walks (8) along very cautiously. Then he STOPS (8). In the meantime a cottontail rabbit has hopped from under a small bush, and traveled slowly in the direction of the grouse (8). The grouse sees it and takes to flight(8), as shown by the wing marks. Having lost the grouse, the fox discovers the rabbit and leaps (8) toward it. But the rabbit has also discovered the fox in time to leap aside and save itself. Then the rabbit makes desperate leaps to elude its enemy, but the fox bounds along in pursuit. He overtakes and kills the rabbit as it at- tempts to double on its course (8). Then he drags it a short ways and devours it (8). The above method was employed as fol- lows: For every point mentioned correct- ly the contestant was credited with 8 points; while for every point mentioned in- correctly a deduction of 8 points was made. If a point was ignored the contestant re- ceived zero for the omission. After add- ing the score of the contestant, his manu- scripts was judged as a composition and credited with whatever additional points it merited. In closing we wish to compliment each and every Scout who complied with the rules of the contest. Every composition examined was well worthy of our highest Mention Boys’ Lars in answering advertisements praise. We found convincing proof that

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+ ms May, 1917 BOYS’ LIFE—The Boy Scouts’ Magazine 49 The Boy Scouts-of America are real Scouts and expert woodsmen. Respectfully submitted, (Signed) Dantet Carrer Bearp Freperick K. Vreecanp Ex.mer Russett Grecor. This is the story as told by Frank Dear- den, the winner of the first prize: My answer to the puzzle is this: First, the red fox was walking along but stops, for he sees a ruffed grouse walking along. Then he trots a little, then he walks and then he stops for a rabbit, scared the ruffed grouse up because I can see the marks in the snow in the picture. The fox jumps after the rabbit, but the rabbit dodges the fox. The fox jumps after the rabbit again and after a while the fox catches the rabbit and drags him off to eat him. The addition of the tenth, eleventh and twelfth prizes is due to the generosity of Mr. Elmer Russell Gregor, who has given three copies of his new book “White Otter” for this purpose. The winner of the ninth prize will receive not only a copy of the 1917 Boy Scout Diary, but also a book from Every Boy’s Library. PRIZES Spat Here is a chance for you to earn a prize. For the best essays sent in prizes will be awarded by BOYS’ LIFE, as follows: First Prize, $25.00 Second Prize, $10.00 Third Prize, $ 5.00 This is how to go after these prizes: Write an essay of not more than 400 words on this subject— What the “‘Stars and Stripes”’ Stand for in the Present War First, find out what our flag does stand for—read what has been published on the subject, talk with your parents, your teach- ers, your scoutmasters, your boy friends— understand the subject thoroughly, THEN write your essay by yourself. It must be received at the office of Boys’ Lire not later than MAY 25th. The essay winning first prize (and possibly others) will be printed in the July Boys’ Lire. Any boy who has not reached his 19th birthday may compete. Write plainly, on cne side of the paper, and give your name, age, and address at the top of the first page. Your signature will be taken as your guarantee that you wrote the essay yourself—that no one else wrote it or cor- rected it for you. We want your own thought on the sub- ject—that’s what we will award the prizes for. The judges will be Mr. Daniel Carter Beard, National Scout Commissioner; Mr. Franklin K. Mathiews, Director Library Department; Mr. Lorne W. Barclay, Direc- tor Department of Education, Boy Scouts of America. Address: Flag Contest, BOYS’ LIFE The Boy Scouts’ Magazine 200 Fifth Avenue, New York ‘‘Days of Real Sport’”’ By Claire Briggs UNO qlee (MING WOME hy? VUIN|I A MAQUFLE fy? TTUPE Kj. Mant vec gy Trees PALA Oe ides MY THOUSAND SHOOTIN’ KING- — CmMon ovVER i \ ee. _Spring time, and out of doors, with a 100 peor pRPArER, Mo. 5 king “thousand shootin’” air rifle—isn’t saottig? © ate gilte-tke: the teak that the high point of happiness for any popular model. Lever action. Automatic boy? There’s no end of fun he can have oading. Frame and barrel one piece of at target practice, and if his imagination Fe egg Among is good, every fence post will be a hostile Indian, and every old circus poster will \ Walnut _ stock. accurate. t our dealer’s or direct from actory, prepaid for furnish the material for an African jungle $2.50 SEND hunt that even T. R. himself would envy. FOR THE A boy with a King not only has a bar- BRIGGS BOOK rel of fun, but he gets a real training in marksmanship at the same time—and that’s what every boy wants and should have. Boys and King Air Rifles were just made for each other. tthe carina. etary, of the alt 3. conta’ story of the rifle and how it is made, aud listing the full King line with pri ces. Send 2c sta: to D Cc. THE MARKHAM AIR: RIFLE CO. Plymouth, Michigan N AIR RIFLES United States Cord BOYS! Get the Bicycle Bug Do you want the handsomest, niftiest scarf-pin you ever saw with a blue-enameled bug riding a bike—for nothing? Look for the an- Nonpareil swer here next U. S. Giant Stud month. Meanwhile, G&J Double Clinch Heavy Service Traction Tread Overland Thornproof insist on getting one Corrugated Oil Resisting of the twelve. G&J Double Clinch U. S. Road Racer Chain Tread ‘ G&J Double Clinch U. S. No. 77 Chain United States Tire Company Herringbone Tread U. S. Blue Dual 1790 Broadway New York Single Clinch Tread (G & J Style)

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Mention Boys’ Lars in answering advertisementa Boy Scouts Afloat (Continued from page 23) side was marshy ground, on the other the brush was too thick for the easy passage of anyone in a hurry; so conditions were next to ideal for their purposes, At nine-thirty all lights were out. When eleven struck, the Scouts got ashore quiet- ly. Wayne, Leslie, Charles, Joe, and Bert took station up at the trammel-net. Slicky went beyond to the shore to act as sentry. Ray and Phil crouched close beside bushes on either side of the approach and but a little way from the house-boat, Phil being near to the tree to which the Whippoor- will’s mooring rope was made fast. The Scoutmaster sat by a screen of cut brush cannon cracke ond fuses tied scamtier —and holding a stick of lighting-punk. The night was quite gloomy and still, the only sound bullfrogs and crickets; now and then a bat whisked between the Scouts’ eyes and the stars that showed through the breaks in the foliage. Anyone who approached would never suspect that a single being—much less nine Scouts— crouched in the black recesses under the trees. It had been suggested, there was a bare chance the coming visitors had sent a spy ahead; so in the beginning of that wait not a sound came from any one of the nine in hiding. In time Phil began to twist from side to side with impatience, but at a warning “hist” he subsided, Then, finally, Slicky glided into the in- visible company, and went the rounds with the tidings that two boats were coming to- ward the island from above. He glided away again; and in five minutes returned once more, to announce that the boats had landed. Then the Scouts all became tense with excitement. ERY soon after, a goodly sprinkling of stealthily moving shapes crept into view, stopping now and again as if to listen and look. When all had finally passed the trammel- net and gained a spot near the house-boat, Slicky took up one end of the net and quickly crept over the open space, layi ing the meshed thing across the path the visi- tors had just trod. Two of the approaching figures crawled to the mooring rope, thrusting forth knives to cut. Even the crickets seemed to stop their chirp, and the night to hold its breath. On a sudden, a fearful war-whoop rose from Phil’s lungs, and was echoed by Ray. Two fierce explosions shook the forest. For a moment the forms of the visitors hung transfixed. Then panic got them; they turned and with a rush made back up the slope, only to be brought to a stop by the invisible fence of netting, in whose meshes they became entangled as they struggled and it closed around them in the hands of the Scouts. They were helpless—all the more since they were bewildered. Some struggled to free themselves, till the scoutniaster came forward and said: “It will be better, boys, if you come along quietly.” Something in his tone had the desired effect, for the efforts ceased. And when the feet of two had been freed from the tangle, the captives allowed themselves to be led down to and aboard the house-boat. A light was made in the bunk-room, and the trammel-net was unwound from the

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pana Ceres May, 1917 BOYS’ LIFE—The Boy Scouts’ Magazine “: boys, who proved to be eleven in number, and who looked on their captors with eyes expressing varying degrees of fear and be- wilderment. “Well, boys,” smiled the scoutmaster, “we want to thank you for your visit, though it is not precisely the kind of sur- prise you intended. Is it not so?” All eleven boys were dumb, and some plainly shamedfaced. One of the larger of them, about sixteen, and wearing a khaki jacket, scowled defiantly. He seemed the leader, from the way the younger boys looked toward him, as if for protection, “Scouts,” said Mr. Maclay, “better pro- vide our visitors with seats.” The Scouts brought forward chairs and some boxes. Ray and Bert slipped into the galley, closing the door. “I wish you boys had been here this morning,’ began the scoutmaster. “We had an exciting game. Better get Wayne, here, to tell you about it after a while.” Mr. Maclay continued to chat thus ple:s- antly to the dumb and wondering captives, till there came a signal from the galley, when he nodded to Wayne to proceed. “If you fellows will let us have the chairs and things,” said Wayne, “the Scouts will take them out.” The Scouts hustled them into the galley. “Now,” continued Wayne, “I'll ask you to march into the other room and steam up before you hike for home.” Directly the boys—all but the one in the khaki jacket—were crowded around the galley table, waited on by the Scouts. Wayne spoke something in the scout- master’s ear, who thereupon went back to the boy in the khaki jacket, who had re- fused to come with the rest. The boys at the table soon warmed up, forgetting their embarrassment as - they made away with the ice cream, and cake, berries, and lemonade. Ray cracked jokes and presently, after a nudge in Slicky’s ribs, he set a bottle of brown pop before the boy with whom he and Slicky had hob- nobbed in town, saying: “That’s your favorite, I think.” : The boy looked up, dumfounded, not having recognized his interlocutors of the morning. “We ain't going to let on to the other fellows about that bottle,” laughed Ray. *“Tt’s the only one on board.” “We ain’t carin’,” said one of the other busy chaps. “Micky’s jest ‘bugs’ on browr pop.” N the meantime the scoutmaster was having some kind of a confidential time, in the forward cabin, with the boy in the khaki coat. When the crowd had had their fill, Mr. Maclay shooed them out, and he and the boy got the table to themselves. It was two by the boat’s clock, when the time to break up came. The boy in the khaki jacket got to his feet and leaned on the bunk post near the galley door. As he began he kept his eyes on the floor. “Kids, I—I got something to say.” His voice was husky with his embarrassment. “T got to tell these here Scouts we made a mistake about them. They ain’t the kind of fellers we thought they was. We come to do them bad—an’ we’re sorry.” When he got the worst of it out, he looked up, and his voice steadied; especial- ly since the faces of the boys indicated that he was doing well. 2 “These boys, that has treated us so fine has more fun than us +4 : With that he slipped a Scout Handbook out of his pocket, The WHOLE Camp On TWO Wheels When Your Troop Has a Rambler Trek-Cart (Patent Applied For) = — a Scouts are realizing more and more the benefits of week-end hikes and nothing helps every member of the Troop more and lightens the work of all like a RAMBLER. Camp life becomes an event of real comfort when the entire load of camp equipment is carried on your RAMBLER which can be quickly and easily converted into A MESS-TABLE and BENCHES, A BRIDGE ~ or A. SIGNAL TOWER and used in many other useful ways. SCOUT Officials :—Before your next meeting, write for the illustrated booklet “Pepper’s Hike with the Scouts,” a thrilling story of a Scout Troop and their dog, the troubles they encountered and the “Good Deeds” they performed during a week’s hike. It may help to solve many of the problems in your own troop. Mailed FREE to SCOUT OFFICIALS only and to all others on receipt of 4c postage. Address :— AMES PLOW COMPANY °%5” Sole Manufacturer and Distributor Quincy Hall, Boston, Mass. for BOY SCOUTS $7.50 “SAMO NAT LITARY Drum forScouts honly $7.50 — full nickel plated shell and genuine calf skin , heads. Heavy black enameled sticks included. We have supplied the U.S. Army since 1865. Write for Catalog ‘ts. for all musical instruments. It is free. Write, The Rudolph Wurlitzer Company, Dept. 3525 E.4thSt.,Cincinnati,O.—S. Wabash Ave.,Chicago, IIL °° © 2 © © 2 «ee oe ae eeee Mention Boys’ Lire in answering advertisements

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—BOYS’ LIFE—The Boy Scouts’ Magazine May, 1917 Scout Organization. sure to like every book in the series. THE BOY SCOUT FIRE FIGHTERS By Irving Crump The Boys’ Life Quarry Troop Stories. follow one upon another. By F. Moulton McLane “tough” New York school boy. By Charles H. Lerrigo a hunt for real treasure. THE BOY SCOUT TRAIL BLAZERS By F. H. Cheley great courage and rare resource. The Boy Scout Life Series ? Published with the approval of The Boy Scouts of America Ya Each book an independent story by an author thoroughly familiar with the scout movement, and selected with the co-operation of the National Boys looking for stories of real scout adventure, are THE BOY SCOUTS OF THE LIGHTHOUSE TROOP Tells of blind Boy Scouts, and the wonderful influence one of them possessed ever a THE BOY SCOUT TREASURE HUNTERS Stirring, camping story, brimming full of most unusual happenings in connectior. with In the Pike National Forest, scouts encounter constant dangers, which they meet with POSTER JACKET IN FOUR COLORS 12mo., Cloth, Illustrated, Per vol. 75 cents postpaid For sale at all bookstores or sent (postage paid) on receipt of price by the publishers BARSE & HOPKINS, 28 West 23rd Street, New York Swift moving incidents of big scout doings direct. factory. ALL GOOD “SCOUTS” SHOULD HAVE A POCKET KOOK-KIT When you get your first call for the Spring Hike, be ready. nothing that gives you the real out- door camp life like a cooking outfit. You can boil, fry, toast or roast with the “Kook-Kit”—the most complete mess- kit on the market. pack to fit your pocket. Adopted by the National Headquarters Boy Scouts of Amer- ica Mess Kit. Be the first in your troop to have one. ; Price 75 cents each. Money refunded if not satis- STOPPLE KOOK KIT CO., Inc. ALMA, MICHIGAN There’s Folds up into a small the Official as At your dealers or FITS THE POCKET m—>0UR POLICE! What do you know about them, boys? Have you ever thought of what dangers they encounter in guarding your welfare, of what thrilling adventures their lives are full? In “The Boys’ Book of Policemen,” Mr. Irving Grump, the author of “The Boy’s Book of Firemen,” tells you an en- grossing story about -the bluecoats of our big cities. You can get it now at all book- stores, with illustrations, at $1.35. We know of another book you'll like, too, “Second Base Sloan” by Christy Mathewson, also $1.35. Dodd, Mead & Co., New York TAKE ALONG A 2-LB. CAN OF YERBA MATE ON THAT CAMPING TRIP! Send $1.00 for a can of this tea, which is used by the soldiers in the South American republics, and found most sustaining. Imported by CHAS. W. JACOB & ALLISON 18 Cedar Street, New York THIS BICYCLE 800k FREE! pda penn Repairman—tells how to everything from a puncture to to care en- closing 2c stamp. Address PIERCE CYCLE SUPPLY CO. JOHNSTOWN, PA. FINE PREMIUMS Given with a single subscription to Boys’ Lire. See Page 42. Mention Bors’ Lirs in answering advertisements “T got a book here as tells about it.” He hesitated. “Hurrah for Bolt!” broke out one of the boys. And when the others joined in, Bolt decided he hadn’t anything more to say. When the departing boy visitors had got on shore, under the trees, there broke forth valleys of salutes, that silenced the bull- frogs, and woke up all the roosters, a mile around. (Continued in June Boys’ Lire) The Shadow of the North (Continued from page 18) strong and thoroughly refreshed. snow was still falling heavily. Willet and Tayoga were up before him, and talking of another expedition to see how far the besieging force had gone, but while they were discussing it a figure ap- peared at the edge of the forest. “It’s a white man,” exclaimed Wilton, “and so it must be one of the Frenchmen. He's a bold fellow walking directly within our range. What on earth can he want?” One of the guards on the palisade raised his rifle, but Willet promptly pushed down the muzzle. “That’s no Frenchman,” he said. “Then who is it?” asked Wilton. “He’s clothed in white, as any one walk- ing in this snow is bound to be, but I could tell at the first glimpse that it was none other than our friend, Black Rifle.” “Coming to us for refuge, and so our fort is well named.” “Not for refuge. Black Rifle has taken care of himself too long in the wilderness to be at a loss at any time. I suspect that he has something of importance to tell us or he would not come at all.” At the command of Colden the great gate was thrown open that the strange rover might enter in all honor, and as he came in, apparently oblivious of the storm, his eyes gleamed a little at the sight of Willet, his friend. “You’ve come to tell us something,’ the hunter. “So I have,” said Black Rifle. “Brush off the snow, warm yourself by the fire, and then we'll listen.” “I can tell it now. I don’t mind the snow. I saw from a distance the great fire last night, when the camp of the- French and Indians burned. It was clever to destroy their huts and lodges, and I knew at once who did it. Such a thing as that could not have happened without your having a hand in it, Dave Willet. I watched to see what the French and In- dians would do, and I followed them in their hurried retreat into the north. I hid in the snowy bushes, and heard some of their talk, too. They will not stop until they reach a village a full hundred miles from here. The Frenchmen, De Courcelles and Jumonville, are mad with anger and me, and so is the Indian chief Tandakora.” (Continued in June Boys’ Lire) Through College on Nothing a Year (Continued from page 14) don’t know anything I enjoyed more than preceptorial conferences with a good pre- ceptor—everybody informal, everybody at home, everybody speaking his mind. The sense of work was gone, but you had the sense of wrestling with ideas and getting both pleasure and profit out of them. But, in addition to the pleasure I got out The ” said

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of what studying I did, it was a great satisfaction to me to feel that I was get- ting also business training, independence, and confidence in myself. WANT to repeat that I have had a wonderful time. That’s the impression I want you to get. This place has been one grand recreation, and this campus comes as near being a utopia as anything I have ever seen. You must remember what I told you before, that the kindli- ness of the fooling was something new to me, and there was something particu- larly pleasing in the attitude of good- fellowship and friendliness that prevails. As I look back at it now I feel I got a great deal out of it. Most of it didn’t come in the way I had expected. It didn’t come from books. To me the great- est thing was learning how to talk and deal with my fellow men, and the oppor- tunity which I have had of meeting fel- lows from all walks of life and all parts of the country in the friendly and inti- mate way which I could never have en- joyed otherwise. Ninety per cent you are glad to know; nine per cent you are very glad to know; and one per cent you wouldn’t have missed knowing for your life. I suppose the thing I treasure most about it is my friends. In business, if I had gone into it, in- stead of coming to college, I am sure that I would have gotten a different stand- point and one which would have given me far less satisfaction in life. When I came here I held the opinion that every- body was trying to do you; that was the way of the world as I had seen it until then. I think I told you that the confi- dence and respect I had learned to have for my fellow man meant a great deal to me. Then you can’t help being a little more tolerant after seeing different classes of fellows and learning their vari- ous characteristics. I respect any one’s belief now, even if it’s in the white ele- hant. Well, this sense of close friendship and unity of interest with many men is more to me than anything else, because I never dreamed that it could exist. Yes, college men are different as a class from the men I would have met outside. If before I came here I had met some one who was doing something shady I would have said: “Well, that’s life.” But if now after I get out I should run across any class- mate of mine doing something crooked, it would break me up pretty badly. And, between you and me, I don’t think that will happen. Well, since this last spring came my life with my classmates- here has been a delight which I could not describe. Of course, college students have faults that are peculiarly their own. One of them is the notion that they are superior to the men outside. It’s not to be wondered at. We have been down here for four years, and every man of national or in- ternational reputation who has come_ to lecture has spoken about like this: “You are the men who are going to be the leaders of the nation.” We get it from all sides, and pretty soon some of us fool ourselves into the belief that it’s true, and” when such a chap goes out he looks at the poor shop- keeper or laborer and says: “You poor boob, who are you? a leader of the aation.” Wie would I have done if I had never come to college and had I am

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Our catalog gives | full particulars of discounts ‘on Makes you better hiker. It’s great! = io unassembled parts of all our stations. ter’s name and ad- “pe P postal mail your Scoutmas Send stamp for our large L” of remarkable dress and we’ll send both you and him a free Frank H. Fleer Corporation, M. B. L., Phila. pe of Fleer’s into stir and drink. Mention Bors’ Lire in answering advertisements stayed at home? The chances are that I would have done what almost everybody else around there was doing. I would have gone down to the rubber-mill. In that case it would now be about time for me to be showing traces of tuberculosis. It’s literally true that on an average down there they get a touch of tuberculosis after four years and in ten years are physical wrecks. I know a great many fellows who were brought up with me whv have gone to pieces in that rubber-mill. Why should I regret that I had to work my way? After my first year I could have stopped work. I didn’t want to. There are always a lot of people who want to help you and make it easy for you. At the end of my sophomore year the father of one of my classmates very generously offered to loan me the money to pay my expenses. I certainly appre- ciated the spirit in which that offer was made. But long before that time I had made up my mind that I was going to see this thing through myself, and I was hav- ing so good a time that I hated to let any one else in on it. If I have stolen some of the time from my studies and devoted it to business, I don’t think that time has been wasted in any sense, and, though I should have liked to have earned my Phi Beta Kappa key, I’m satisfied as it is. So are the folks at home, who, with the people in the old neighborhood, were doubtful when I first made my long fifty-mile journey. Since things have gone so well with me, as they will with any one, three other fellows have come from my old school, so that there are four of us now. One of them is my brother, and I have two more who are now anxious to come to college. HAT am I going to do next? Oh, I’m not worrying. At the time when I came down here as a freshman I was uncertain about everything. I had my fists clinched. It was the feeling that everybody was going to try to knock me off my feet. It’s different now. I have the feeling that everything is going to turn out all right. Well, when I came to Princeton first I had three dollars. I have saved money. Ill have at least that much when I leave. So I shall certainly be as rich as I was then, and I’m carrying away with, me a lot that you can’t measure in money. I AM booked up to June 15, and I hate to look ahead to the time when they begin to put the fellows through the car- windows, and when our little crowd dwin- dles away. It makes me feel pretty blue to think that very soon this class, with which I have spent the best four years of my life, will scatter and never meet again with all present. For even at re- unions some will be absent. It sort of breaks you up—you can’t help it. I hate to think of leaving them, but I am anxious to get started. And, of course, at first I shall go home. No, I’m not going to stick in my old town. After a few days Ill make my start at something, and it will be: “Good- by, mother; so-long, folks; I’m going.” Me for the “wide, wide world.” Tue Enp A Great Frac Story In June comes Flag Day and every boy will specially honor our flag. Boys’ Lire will con- tain, as a special feature, a wonderful story about a boy—a_story entitled “The Star Span- gled Banner.” Don’t miss it.

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May, 1917 BOYS’ LIFE—The Boy Scouts’ Magazine 55 Ask Dad to senshi you how to shoot How many times have you asked your dad to get you a gun? If he hasn’t given it to you yet, ask him again. Remiud him that a gun is the birthright of every manly boy, that you may have to know how to use it some time, and the sooner you learr the better. Of course, you'll ask him for a Winchester, because you know they’re the most accurate and reliable. Besides, when the other boys ask you what kind it is you can answer proudly, “Winchester!” Tell your dad about those Winchester .22 dandies you saw. How'd you like to have one of these for hunting and target prac- tice? Tell him there are all kinds and prices and that you'll be glad to get either a repeater, single shot, automatic or anything just so long as it’s a Winchester. Dad had a Winchester when he was a boy and he’ll get you one, too, if you remind him how much fun he got out of it and how much good it did him. Go on, ask him right now. WINCHESTER Repeating Arms Co. NEW HAVEN, CONN. Mention Boys’ Lire in answering advertisements

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BOYS’ LIFE—The Boy Scouts’ Magazine May, 1917 On Nature’s Trail (Continued from page 25) You Bicycle Riders Go Into Partnership With Us the minute you buy and equip your wheel with themselves will afford almost endless amusement by their antics. The development of toad’s eggs and frog’s eggs may be observed by the aid of Pennsylvania VACUUM CUP TIRES Our part is to see to it that you get the longest wearing, most reliable, safest tire that money can buy. When your wheel suddenly takes a notion to skid and slide about when you pedal onto a wet, slip- pery pavement, the Vacuum Cups get into action and prevent danger- ous skidding and spilling. Have a Vine Teper Bore one inch holes in the ends of four poles, lash together with rope or wire, add a little wire netting, plant vines on three sides—that is the recipe for a tepee of living green. If you want one—do it now. You'll like the way Vacuum Cup Tires stand up. You’ll like the grip that won't slip of the Vacuum Cup tread. None of the thousands of riders who use them regularly would even think of changing. They énow what’s what in bicycle tire performance. PENNSYLVANIA RUBBER Co. Jeannette, Pa. Direct factory branches and service agencies throughout the United States and Canada a pocket lens and to better advantage than with the unaided eye. When the tadpoles first begin to wiggle within the transpar- ent eggs, they look, under slight magnifica- tion with a pocket lens, like chocolat: mice. Our Country is at War (Continued from page 8) F every American will do his part— now—the war will be short and the United States will win. There is much that you can do. Some ways in which you can help our Country are described in the article on page 38 entitled “Behind the Line,” and in another article on page 46 entitled “Hoe, Scouts!” Read both arti- cles, read them with your parents and son Scoutmaster. Do something. You ave promised that you will do your duty to your Country. If that duty is not done, your promise is broken. Your Country is counting on you boys, as on all other Americans in this hour of our entry into the great world war. Also Makers and Guarantors of * THREE 5 * STAR* MOTORCYCLE BICYCLE “TIRES HATEVER may happen, remember these words of the President: “We have no quarrel with the German people. We have no feeling toward them but one of sympathy and friendship. . It was not upon their impulse that their Government acted in entering this war. It was not with their previous knowledge or approval.” In all our dealings with the people who dleal for camp, home, lawn, porch, roof, automobile, yacht or motor boat came from Germany and, welcomed to our Pr te cok. ee ee ee land of freedom, have made their homes ute or two and as quickly taken down. Folds like an umbrella and can easily be carried in hand or trunk. Soft, among us, let us show them that our springy and comfortable. The trestle work construction President spoke for us. Let us remem- takes up all slack—prevents sagging. Readily adjusts itself ber that it makes no difference where to all uneven surfaces. Stands high off ground, a protec- P tion against dampness. Large and strong—will sustain a loyal American was born, or where over 800 pounds. Will not tip. Nothing to get out of or- his parents were born. Respect those der. Made of best quality canvas, hard-wood and new who, by their character and loyalty to our process rust-proofed iron. , At Tent and Sporting Goods Dealers flag, are respectable. If not at your dealers’ we will forward on receipt of price, $3.50. From the hundreds of thousands of Express } soe nt Fe a lg paramedics words in the language, twelve words were TELESCOPE COT BED CO. 545 East 79th St., New York selected to represent Scout qualities. One of those twelve words was Courteous. Mr. Mention Bors’ Lirg in answering advertisements

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May, 1917 BOYS’ LIFE—The Boy Scouts’ Magazine 57 Beard tells an interesting story about that word in his Duffel Bag this month, An- other of the twelve words is Friendly. Mr. Beard will tell you some interesting things about that word next month. Remember both words always, and especially in your relations with any persons—men, women, boys, girls—who. now find their homeland at war with their adopted country. Re- member what the President said: “We have no quarrel with the German people.” A country that can enter upon war with- out hatred is a country to be proud of. Be true to your country’s ideals. A country that can enter upon war with- out greed is a country to be proud of. The President said: “Our motive will not be revenge or the victorious assertion of the physical might of the Nation, but only the vindication of right, of human right, of which we are only a single champion.” Winning Prizes? inning d spt heard of prize pumpkins, of ‘course; and prize corn and potatoes. But have you ever heard that prizes are given each year for the best crops of peanuts? You have tasted some of these prize peanuts, too —if you have ever eaten Beech-Nut Peanut Butter. For only the choicest peanuts grown are good enough for Beech-Nut. So each year we send lecturers through Virginia and North Carolina to tell the farmers how to grow peanuts. And then we award prizes to the farmers whose crops are judged the best.” When you taste a Beech-Nut Peanut Butter sandwich, you are eating the largest, plumpest and most delicious peanuts grown Wuat’s Your Way OF Eatinc Peanut Butrer? Most boys and girls love Beech-Nut Peanut Butter spread on bread, crackers or toast. Maybe you have found some new way to eat it. If so, write us a letter about it. We would like to hear from you. Ask your mother to get you a jar of Beech-Nut today. Beecu-Nut Packinc Company, CANAJOHARIE, N. Y Beech-Nut Peanut Butter S° we are to fight—for human rights. You must help behind the line, that |' human rights may be preserved, for all mankind. Do your part. Do it without discourtesy, without unfriendliness. Do it thoroughly. Never forget that you are a Scout. If you are not an enrolled Scout, but do all you can for your Country and do it honorably, you are scoutlike—a Scout in spirit. Being a Scout only improves your opportunity and your ability to serve your Country in war, as in peace. The Letters of a Boy Scout (Continued from page 9) some stuff in it and he jumped out of my arms all wet and ran across the hall and got on the window seat and spoiled one of the pillows almost. “Sore Throat’”’ Your dear son, Rosert. cea is a thing full of terror Tuespay. Dear Father—Mr. Jones got a flag today and hung it out on his porch, and we can But sore throat can easily be guarded against by the exercise of a little intelligent care. Keep the mouth see it from our dining room. I asked and throat clean and healthy by the use, morning and ee yor if we couldn’t get one. She said bi evening of DIOXOGEN (a teaspoonful te a ad one in the closet, upstairs, and I coul quarter glass of water) and the germs which cause ret it. So our flag is out today where the ‘ ones iss ieee y sore throat, colds and La Grippe have no chance Old man Anderson went by on his crutch to develop. and cane this afternoon, and when he saw . the flag he stopped and took off his hat. Peg > keeps oo ae clear and free Mr. Judith saw it when he went to supper, rom irritation and huskiness, and he called to me, Fine, but he said it was nearly dark and I should take the flag THE OaKLanp CHEMIcaL Co. in at sundown, so'I took it down. 10 Astor Pace, N. Y. We read the newspaper report of the Scouts you sent. It was fine. It seems like six months since you started west, and it’s only one—and not quite that. I talked with Mother about mobolizing. She said she hoped they won’t ask me and the other Scouts to go away to war. I told her I didn’t think they would, because Mr. Buchanan and Mr. Judith said about help- ing our country at home. I can tell her more about it after meet- ing tonight, and you too, maybe. Your loving boy, = w47 Emblems for Schools, Clubs Caw : ) and Societies of every kind. $1.00 sac, “eS0F = 36-page Catalog Free c K GROUSE CO. 600 Illustrations. Pins 25¢ up. anufacturers Save money for your associates. 46 Bruce Avenue North Attleboro, Mass. Make money acting as our agent. Roserr. Tvurespay Nicur Dear Father—I got to write you to- night because it was so fine about the | 46 Cc ‘ 99 mobilization meeting, only I can’t tell BET- U 8 ANT you all of it. Fourteen of the fellows | The "pnderful new trick pusle— § SEND 1 Oc were there, and William was the only Rat- goodie had ‘wet Ay Box 442, | Sow 1 N.3 Mention Bors’ Lire in answering advertisements

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UNDERWOOD & UNDERWOOD 417 Fifth Ave., Dept. 84, New York Shipping Agencies in Chicago, Kansas City, Pittsburg, and Boston assure quick, inexpensive delivery. An Appeal to Your Patriotism A signal opportunity is offered to Scouts, their Scoutmasters and all readers of Boys’ Life to place before the people of our Country a stirring, patriotic appeal for the Flag. You will profit financially by doing so. Full particulars will be sent by BARSE & HOPKINS 28 West 23rd St., New York Patriotic Souvenir “Your Flag and My Flag,” the inspiring poem by Nesbit, published on page three of this number, has been made into a large art poster and will be sent for $1.00. In trame with- out glass, $2.00. L. PRANG CO 1922 Calumet Ave., Chicago tlesnake who was not there. Carl had got all of his Beavers out by hustling, for he had to get Stony to come back to town from his sister’s for the meeting. Mr. Judith was there, and there was an- other man, too, and he was the man who went out of Mr. Buchanan’s house with Mr. Kistler and Mr. Judith so fast the other night. He was quite an old man, but slim and awful spry, and had a beard about an inch long right under his under lip, and long white mustache, and I saw a bronze button in his coat button-hole like Grandpa’s, so I knew he was an old sol- dier. Spike whispered to me and said he was on—that this man was a big army officer, and the War Department had sent him here to mobolize our troop in the army and we might have to go way off and fight in battles, and just then Mr. Judith got up and pointed to the flag he had brought down from the store and hung up and said, Scouts, you are all live American boys and you know, without my telling you, that our country has declared war against a foren foe, so our National Honor may be pre- served. So this is a critikal time. Every- body in the United States must help our country. I can’t do much, but you fellows can, and I want to help you. Let’s sing America, and then I have a pleasant sur- prise for you. Well, we sang America—and we were glad Mr. Buchanan had made us learn all four verses—and we sang them fine. And then Mr. Judith said we would pass the minutes and get to the surprise. The surprise I have for you, Mr. Judith said, was found on the battlefield at Get- tysburg on the evening of the second day of the wonderful battle fought there, and we didn’t know what he meant. It was taken away in a wagon, and a kind woman took care of it for weeks, and out of that great care there came forth, hole again, a great man, and after three terrible years of fighting for the Union, and after that awful time of wounds at Gettysburg, he kept on serving his country in peace times for years and years—and now he has come here to honor Troop 1 tonight, because he knows what Peace Scouts can.do in time of war. You'll be glad to greet him and hear him —General Wallace Law, for 56 years in the patriotic service of our country; for three years a member of a Troop Committee there—a troop of which his own son is Scoutmaster—and now he has come to our town to live with his daughter, Mrs. Curtis, and he is going to be a member of the Troop Committee of Troop 1 of Amesty. Scouts, your greeting to General Law. And then Carl was up quick, and every fellow knew what to do, for that was some more of Mr. Buchanan’s teaching—and when Carl’s arm swung down we let out our yell, which is a dandy, you know—and General Law stood there at salute while we gave it, and when we were through with the yell, Carl raised his arm again, and when it came down we all said, slowly, like Mr. Buchanan taught us— On my honor I will do my best to do my duty to God and my country and to obey the Scout Law—to help other people at all times—to keep myself physically strong, mentally awake and morally straight. Then we gave a snappy salute, and all sat down together on the count. Well, General Law’s little sharp blue eyes shined. He said, Scouts of Troop 1 of Amesty, I thank you, and then—oh, I wish you could have heard him, father. I can’t tell you what he did say, but it was GREAT—about a battle he was in and a R. Tait McKenzie’s Statuette of the Boy Scout The only Statu- as ette of its kind ‘J in America. For Troop Head- quarters. To be given as First Prizes. To deco- rate home or office. 18” high, done in Ivory finish... .$3.00 Bronze finish, dark aoe or ght ....... 3.50 pi Copper finish.. 3.50 Philadelphia Headquarters Boy Scouts of America my 925 Walnut St, Philadelphia, Pa, Scout Master: Fill in coupon and mail. We will do the rest. That is— Send Free of All Charge enough Wheatena Scout Rations for your Next Hike . 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* . ee ea pate ett May, 1917 boy who fought with him and was killed, and his Cernel saw it, and General Law told what the Cernel said about his dead comrade, and he cried, and nobody laughed | = —not even Spike. When I looked at Spike his mouth was wide open. And then Gen- eral Law just shut his eyes two or three times and turned and pointed to the flag and—oh, I wish I knew as much as HE does about the flag and when he got done we started cheering, and after we had cheered a long time, Mr. Judith raised his hand, and we stopped and he said, Don’t raise the roof, fellows, or we'll freeze to death in here this cold night, and every- body laughed. Now, he said, we have as our special sub- ject for this special meeting, MOBILIZA- TION. That’s a name we give to getting together quick for special service. The army is being mobilized—got together—to protect our frontiers, and for battle if need be. The Scouts should be mobilized for anything that is to be done at home when the men go away to war. It might be any- thing—fire, or storm, or famine, or to help poor folks or sick people or—oh, anything. You Scouts who have learned swimming and life-saving know when a _ fellow’s drowning you want to get to him quick, because if you lose one minute he may lose his life. You all know that a bucket of water will put out a fire one minute, but three minutes later it would take a ton of water to put out. You first-aiders know that if you lose a few minutes a patient might bleed to death. I don’t need to talk to you about such things. But with joint service it’s different. If Troop 1 is going to be worth keeping alive, now that war has come to our country, it must learn to act as a unit—to act as one man. Here comes a call for something to do and (he cracked his hands together, sharp), here’s the troop right on the job and prepared. Of. course, if we had the whole town there and nobody knew what to do we couldn’t get anywhere. But with a Scout Troop, as I understand it, it’s different. We're going to know how. So, he said, we have two things to learn —getting together and knowing what to do when we get together. It’s getting late, and I’m going to work out a plan with the Patrol Leaders and we'll have it all ready to practice at the regular meeting next Friday night, if that’s all right with the troop, and everybody yelled, Sure and Of course, and then Mr. Judith sat down. We started to hurray and Carl got up and held up his hand and said, serious-like, I just want to ask the Troop one question, if it’s all right with the Scoutmaster, and Mr. Judith nodded and said, Go ahead, and Carl yelled—What’s the matter with Mr. George Judith, our new Scoutmaster? And you can guess what we said and how loud we yelled, but Mr. Judith was helping Gen- eral Law on with his coat then and acted like he didn’t hear at all, but, of course, he did. And then Carl asked, What’s the mat- ter with General Law, and we did it again. Then Carl made an O with his thumb and finger and let his arm fall, and we gave the Scout Oath again and then we quit. Spike, who always wants to do some- thing, said, Let’s go and meet the old sol- dier, and Carl said, Come along, and Mr. Judith introduced us and we shook hands, and I noticed Mr. Judith just yelled our last names inte General Law’s _ close, and the General gave a strong grip and said he was glad to meet us, but he didn’t seem to hear our names, and I knew that maybe he was another man whose ears had been hurt in a war, so he couldn’t hear BOYS' LIFE—The Boy Scouts’ Magazine 59 eee —~——9 097) =s (ies demand. many delicious dishes. it is the perfect out-door food. 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But I’m all right—don’t you worry—and Buck is all right, too, now, and I’m going to be ‘busy on the mobilization work with Carl and Mr. Judith this week, but Ill write you about all things. I wish I knew where you are tonight, because your last letter did not say for sure. Your dear son, Roser. (Continued in June Boys’ Lire) What You Can Have “A boy, by starting right as soon as he begins to think for himself, can have broad shoulders, a deep chest, strong muscles and a fine character by the time he casts his first vote.” There is nothing more patriotic than developing, by out-door life, the sort of stuff that built the nation. The Shark (Continued from page 6) ripples straight toward Bruce, and the sight made Powell throw caution to the winds. With every remaining ounce of strength he lunged forward. His muscles ached, his lungs were bursting. But still he man- aged to send his weary body sizzlin through the water at a racing speed. Then pete pd face flashed up before him, strained, white, panic-stricken, and for an instant he slowed down. “Keep on, old man!” he gasped. straight ahead. I'll stay—” “Go E did not finish. Already Bruce had passed him and was laboring shoreward. Ben gulped in the precious air, took a few long strokes forward and stopped with a poor. Beg gasp. The fin had disappeared ! The moments that followed were like nothing he had ever known, Cold horror gripped him by the throat and choked-him —that horror of the unknown which is so potent and so paralyzing. The shark had dived and was swimming under water. At any moment he might feel— For an instant he came close to scream- ing wildly, to beating the water with that mad frenzy which comes to drowning men. But just in time his teeth dug cruel- ly into his under lip and he jerked himself back into a semblance of sanity. And then he began to shout and beat the water, but with a set purpose. Noise was what the creature dreaded. 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» Rs ee ni le in aE I Te May, 1917 BOYS’ LIFE—The Boy Scouts’ Magazine 61 trusting to his swiftness. Once he did let himself go and swam perhaps a score of strokes without stopping. When he finally forced himself to halt ‘and glanced back over his shoulder, he seemed to glimpse under the water not a dozen yards away, a great gray-blue shape that struck terror to his heart. He splashed frantically and |’ shouted hoarsely, and the thing slid away from his vision. But he knew it was there, lurking, waiting for a chance, and the remnants of his courage began to drain. Six strokes was all he dared take now, and even those were halting and full of dread. He had lost all track by this time of Bruce; he did not even know how near or far he was himself from shore. Pres- ently he saw the creature again, nearer this time. As he strove to shout his voice seemed a mere croak; there was scarcely strength in his numbed arms to lash the water. A sudden splash near him brought a strangled sob to his lips; the touch of something against his body made him cringe. “All right, Ben,” said a voice in his ear. “Just let yourself go.” With a long-drawn, sobbing sigh, the boy’s weary muscles relaxed and his eyes closed. He was vaguely conscious of being propelled swiftly through the water, of the clamor of shrill voices, of a constant, ir- regular splashing all about him. Presently his dragging feet touched bottom and he made an instinctive effort to stand erect. But now there was a muscular arm about him which not only held him up but urged him forward. Then he felt himself lowered gently to the sand and a moment later he opened his eyes. TRIPPED to the waist and dripping wet, Mr. Wendell was bending over him. As he met Ben’s glance, his lips curved in a curious smile that somehow thrilled the boy. There was pride in it, tribute, appreciation, but when the man spoke his voice was low and matter-of- fact. “Better lie still for a minute or so,” he said quietly. “You’re about all in.” Ben nodded and his glance wandered over the beach. It was thronged with boys, all talking excitedly. and many of them still hurling missiles at the water. A sudden thought struck him. “Did Bruce ” he began, raising his eyes. And then he stopped. The scoutmaster had stepped aside; it was Clavinger who stood beside him hold- ing some garments in his hands. His face was drawn and haggard, and in his eyes was a look which neither Powell nor any- one else had ever seen there. “Ben!” he said at length in a low, un- even voice. “I I ” He paused and bit his lips. Then his jaw squared. “I’ve been a beast, a perfect beast, Ben from— from the very first. You’re—— When I think of what a chum you might have been, and I was fool enough You'll never want to——to have anything to do with me again, but I had to tell you——”__—_. “Don’t!” Powell sat up abruptly. His erent weariness. had suddenly left him. All the regret and longing and soreness of the afternon had vanished. “Why can’t we——we just forget all that and——” _ He paused. A sudden flash like sun- light swept into Clavinger’s face, wiping away the haggard lines. 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BOYS’ LIFE—The Boy Scouts’ Magazine May, 1917 JeHers” The Compelling Force that Sells the Wheel “The Brake that CancelsDanger” LL the kids know the MORROW. They’ve heard their big brothers talk about it, they have listened to their Dads tell of their bicycle riding days, in which the MORROW Coaster Brake, its safety, its ease of operation and its wonderful dur- ability and strength were strongly featured. That’s why they WANT the wheel with the MORROW brake, and that’s why the bi- cycle with the MORROW has the most powerful sales-asset in the “Brake That Cancels Danger.” (Send for Descriptive Booklet) Eclipse Machine Company Elmira New York A WHITE SCOTCH COLLIE THE DOG FOR BOY OR MAN Our dogs are bred to be pals of boys and girls at their play or on their tramps through the countryside. They love human companionship because they have been brought up amongst children but have never been pampered. They are Island bred, and stand without artificial heat the sharp Wisconsin winters. They are consequently rugged, staunch, lithe, agile, and have true Collie intelligence and beauty. They make sympathetic companions for men and women who understand and appreci- ate these qualities. Collies, indeed, embody all that is best in dog nature. All of our Collies are pure pedigreed stock. Ld will raise $300.00 worth of puppies a year. We ship puppi ae in North America; in fact, two of our dogs have et shipped to herd reindeer on: the government preserve at Point Barrow, Alaska, the most northern point in the American hemisphere. We have a few fine litters now ready. One ordered now can go with you on your summer trips. Send for a list of puppies and photographs. ISLAND WHITE COLLIE KENNELS Dept. L, Oshkosh, Wisconsin The Winning of Buck Cloud (Continued from page 20) That was it! Quickly they had unwound them and by a lucky cast Jack, leaning far out over the edge of the shelf, had dropped the noose over the animal’s head just in time. The rope was just as mysterious to Buck as it was to the bear, but the half- breed never paused to question how it all happened. Instead, when he saw the animal secured, he scrambled to his ‘feet and ran for the axe and by the time Ted and Jack had snubbed the rope about a tree and returned to the edge of the shelf to look down, Buck had put an end to the black bear. 6s¥ NO feel like ketch um wood now,” said the half-breed when the boys had joined him below. “Now we ketch um cub bear bime-by. I take him home make fine bear for him for Scouts. We take um camp in August.” “What?” exclaimed the boys, and Ted asked, “Do you mean you'll go to camp with us, Buck?” “Yes I help make up um camp. I show how build canoes and wood fires and cook like Indians. You no kind fools like um boys thrown gunpowder in um fire.” “You bet we’re not,” said Jack. Then he added, “Crackey, won’t Mat andthe rest of the fellows be tickled when we tell them tonight?” —_———_@—__ Ricut to Wear tHe UnirormM The question is asked, when a Scout’s enrollment expires, has he any right to wear the uniform if he does not enroll again? The answer is: No. Congress has passed a law which prohibits the use of Scout uni- forms and badges by any person not regis- tered and in good standing with the Boy Scouts of America. IN MEMORIAM Scour Eart Axserr, Troop 334, Chicago, IIL. Scour Loren Ceci Macoon, Troop 1, Salem Depot, N. H. Hersert E. SuHarrer, Scout Commissioner, Worcester, Mass. Scovr Conrap Jonnson, Troop 1, St. Charles, IIl. Scour Otiver Winans, Troop 24, Cleveland, O. Scoutmaster Cuas. W. Mitiwoopn, Troop 37, Columbus, O. - Scour Mervin Buss, Troop 2, South Pasadena, Cal. Scour Arruur KeEnirscu, Troop 2, Le Sueur Center, Minn. Scour Watrer Koeper, Troop 8, Omaha, Neb. _ Scour Arpven Eppy, Troop 1, Pottstown, Pa. Scour Witrrep Horton, Troop 167, New York City. Mention Boys’ Lirz in answering advertisements

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Class very boy who has used Firestone Tires on his bicycle or motorcycle agrees that they are “first-class,”and what more can g 300d scout say? “First-class” safety: thirty per cent more angles against skid. “First-class” resiliency: easy riding, with sure traction and road srip. “First-class” endurance: extra quantity and quality of rubber; more security against puncture. Firestone Bicycle Tires are built in two color-combinations: Red and Black, and Blue and White. Either style adds FIRESTONE TIRE BICYCLE AND MOTORCYCLE AND Branches and Dealers TIRES “class” to any machine and ives you Most Miles per Dollar. Firestone Motorcycle Tires have all the life and endurance which their bi, fine appearance indicates. Furnished bylead- in, motorcycle manufacturers as rep; ular equipment at no extra cost to you. Your dealer will supply. Wyite for catalog, stating, whether you’ ride a bicycle or a motorcycle. RUBBER COMPANY Everywhere fil NVAMHVUIHHHHH! (a i

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