Boys' Life 1918-06: Vol 8 Iss 6

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SHuUCKS! | NEVER GET ANYTHING BUT A SUMMER “ss £ JUNE bis S BUG ZE- Polowes fo oo The Owl Is A Wise Old Bird And He Says, ‘““Who-Who-Who Would Be Without An outfit—hat, coat, shirt, pants or shorts, belt, leggings or stockings, and shoes?” The June Bug is outfitted for one month only—a Scout in an Eisner suit is outfitted for the whole year. Be wise—get your suit now— be prepared and happy. IGMUND ] NER COMPANY ‘TIARANTEES ALL OFFI AT SCOl NIFORMS Established in 1884, it has grown to be the largest plant in the world for the manufacture of uniforms of every description. It now comprises 33 FACTORIES IN ALL. Besides Scout Uniforms, the SIGMUND EISNER COMPANY makes tens of thousands of the OFFICIAL UNITED STATES ARMY UNIFORMS. Office—105 Fifth Avenue, New York City. Factories—Red Bank, New Jersey

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8 —a good swim or a long hike, a fellow feels like sprucing up a little. Getting into a spick and span fast color Kaynee Blouse or Shirt taken right from the dresser drawer certainly makes any chap feel fine. Next time you or Mother are ready to buy a new Blouse or Shirt,—maybe you need one right now— FOR YOURSELF— Ask the clerk for Kaynee. ‘The SCOUT LAW in colors ready to frame. Write for it. FOR MOTHER— Tell her to write for an attractive STYLE FOLDER. Aa Se coed wwe ae Dada Dull hh hCUee ca : = mrt : ‘ : The Boy Scauts’ Magazine

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’ is the big boy ‘THE, BOY SCOUTS MAGAZINE, Editorial Board WILLIAM D, MURRA HENRY VANDYKE Vo). VIII FRANK PRESBREY DANIEL CARTER BEARD JAMES E ; asurer WEST, Chief Scout Executive Editorial Staff WOODROW wren. FREDERIC L. COLVER, Business Manager Published by The Boy Scouts of America at National Headquarters, 200 Fifth Ave., New York City RASH—BOOM! The schooner Jonas Clinton trembled from keel to truck, staggered, shivered in every beam—and then began settling by the head. Nelson Troy, wakened by the explosion, groped his way to the head of the companion. Everything was chaos. The foremast was broken off; the foresail shrouded the deck, whose surface was littered with splinters and broken spars. The stern, with its idly swinging deserted wheel, rose higher against the purple black sky. He realized what had hap- pened; a German op ena had hurled a shell and the schooner was going down. . And that shell started for this New England boy a series of war adventures that are breathless and gripping in every detail. Ralph Henry Barbour, who stands among the best of our long list of authors, in his latest story, “For the Freedom of the Seas,” has told these adventures of Nelson Troy as only he can tell them. We feel especially fortunate in being able to offer our readers a serial of this kind from the pen of Mr. Barbour. It serial of the year. po 9g it in the Jul issue of BOYS’ LIFE, and follow Nelson Troy through the biggest and most stirring war ad- ventures that could happen to a Yankee lad. It is a big patri- otic story and it pictures what June, 1918 Copyright, 1918, by the Boy Scouts of America Entered as second-class matter in the Post Office at N. Y. City Americans are doing on the high A. Smashing Barbour. ss" "wir wer sins ik War Serial Of course, to make such a won- derful war serial a complete success, we have asked Walt Louderback to illustrate it and—confidentially —the illustrations are just as corking as the story —really the best you ever saw. Installments of this big story of the year are to appear in every issue of your magazine from July until the end of the year, so you will know from this that BOYS’ LIFE will hold a _ extra in the way of a treat for you each month of 19 But don’t get the idea that we are stopping with Mr. Barbour. No, indeed; there are a number of other corking good writers who are now hard at work on stories—both short and long—that will be well worth while when they are served to you month by month in the pages of this magazine. Why, you fellows can hardly guess some of the ripping things that are in store for you from now on. Yes sirree, if you knew all we have planned for BOYS’ you would not miss an issue. But remember —‘For the Free- dom of the Seas” startsin July BOYS’ LIFE. It is one of a number of bang up good features that are to appear in this patriotic issue. On your toes now, fellows; get your- selves ready for the big crash! Permit us, fellows, to introduce Ralph Henry Barbour, on the right, and Walt Louderback, on the left. Above, Nelson Troy, the hero of Mr. Barbour’s newest serial, “For the Freedom of the Seas.” The Boy Scouts’ Magazine

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KB gnnte THREE STRETCHER BEARERS were prowling about No Man's: Land beliind an attacking force, when a shell burst tearing off the right arm of one man—a sergeant, Immediately his two com- An instant later ile making him_ unconscious. panions lifted him‘ on their stretcher. another shell burst, wounding the other carrier. the single unwounded stretcher bearer debated what to do, 4 the armless man in the stretcher came to and quickly sensed’ the situation. He staggered to his feet. ‘Ere, pal,” he said, huskily, “load "im on the stretcher, then tike me belt, slip it over me ‘ed so, an’ over the ‘andle. That's it. Now I don’t need no right arm t’ “elp *e. Come along.” “Now,” said Captain Corcoran, who tells the story, sergeant wears a V.C. instead of his right arm.” ‘ BOYS’ LIFE. “the

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+? YUM ROBABLY if anyone had asked young Dick Pierson what of all things in the world he most desired he would have answered, promptly and fervently, “An adventure—a real ad- venture.” And deep down in his heart he expected that his wish would be fulfilled when he went to spend the summer on the Bar P ranch in southern Arizona, the home of his uncle, George Pierson. Life on the ranch, however, after he had adjusted himself and become used to the ways of living, was almost as monotonous and really as uneventful as at home in Chicago. Of course there were horses to ride, grim volcanic mountains—red or black or purple or orange in the varying lights of day and night—to explore and miles of sun-glimmering, rolling desert to ride upon among the cacti and chaparral, bounded only by the horizon to east and north. But adventure seemed a long time in coming. The only thing that gave him any thought of real excitement was that every now and then the Pierson ranch heard of raids made by Alberto and his bandits across the line in United States territory. There was a chance that some time Alberto or a bandit of his ilk might dare to come to the Bar P ranch to raid the corrals or at- tack the house. Never an evening came down that Dick did not scan the southern hills and the rolling desert waste for specks that were raiders. But those raiders had never come, and the possibility seemed very remote. Alberto was a real fire-eater, but he was shrewd and calculating, and it was not his way to tackle any job that was too hard or uncertain. (y= Saturday night in late August, however, George Pierson, whom the men called “Boss,” took his seat at the sup- per table without his usual smiling face and joking greet- _ ing all around. The riders, too, coming in with him, were silent and grave, and the four men exchanged glances during the first of the meal with- out talking at all. “What’s the trouble, George?” asked Mrs. Pierson, at length, having, of course, immediately noted the men’s attitude. Boss Pierson did not at once respond to his wife’s question. He looked from one to the other of his three sunbrowned, hardy cowboys, then gave his news without eva- sion. “Fatty”—he referred to the stout, bald- headed horsewrangler called by that name, who was eating with his knife with great skill—“was down: in Mason last night. He heard that Noyes’ place was raided early yesterday morning, and somebody said Alberto himself boasted our place would be The Boy Scouts’ Magazine next and that he’d clean up everything.” Mrs. Pierson drew in her breath, and her face whitened somewhat. The Noyes’ ranch to which her husband referred was farther north than their place—although easier to reach. ‘ When Boss Pierson niade his announce- ment, Dick sat upright stiffly. His heart leaped within him and he knew his sun- burned face had momentarily lost some of its high color. “Anybody—hurt, George?” asked Mrs. Pierson, presently, her color returned, her voice steady. The ranchman shrugged his great shoul- ders, and his lips grew into a straight line. i ties known that Alberto has wanted for a long time to get some of my horse- flesh without paying for it”— he spoke to his wife, “and I think he may take a chance some night. He’ll pay—high for ’em if he does come!” He added this quietly, grimly, and the three riders nodded at the words. “But,” he said, “we got to be on the lookout now every minute.” That night Dick did not sleep much. He lay awake for hours, listening, listening. But there was no sound save the odd rus- tling of the horses not far off and the whispering of the foliage of trees and shrubbery around the ranch house. The scent of the semi-tropical garden came up sweetly to him as he lay tense on his bed, subtly and strongly adding to his nervous- ness. He could see a bit of the sky from his position, a far-away, deep purple glit- tering with golden motes, and, also, to the west, a portion of the volcanic range, the peaks sharply outlined, here in deepest ebony, there in brilliant mauve. But after a time he fell asleep without knowing when, as we all do. HE came to consciousness suddenly, with a start,—wide awake, alert, the blood racing through his veins. He sat upright in bed and listened. Not an unusual sound came, and yet he knew that there was something wrong. He slipped out of bed, dressed, strapped on his Colt and took his Winchester rifle, already loaded, from its place. Then his door opened, and at that sight —the starlight enabled him to see clearly enough—his heart came hot and swelling into his mouth. Oh, the relief when he saw the great form of Boss Pierson—not an armed and deadly stranger! “Awake, Dick?” asked his uncle in a low tone. “Yes, sir.” “They’ve come,” announced the big man, quietly, and in quite a matter of fact way. “But they haven’t caught us napping, and know it.” “The soldiers!” exclaimed Dick, thinking with profound affection of. the cavalrymen who patrolled the border. “Alberto’s cut our wire, lad,’ returned his uncle, “and they’ve got a good many hours now to make a try for us.” The big man said something emphatically under his breath. “Do you think, Dick, you could slip away and get to Chester? You know the way, and you’re the only one I can possibly spare. It’s a twenty-mile jump from here, but we must get word to the cavalry barracks.” “Yes,” said the boy promptly, although fear went over him in a wave. The adven- ture had come! “All right, then; come on,” said his un- cle, probably understanding the boy’s feel- ing and treating him in a Spartan-like way for the good of his soul. Dick followed him down the long, dark hall. He felt decidedly nervous, but the fact that these people of the West, his relatives, took his courage in this moment quite for granted, made him realize that he could not flunk or show any signs of quitting. And it stiffened his backbone wonderfully. When they got outside, slim, hawk-faced Billy Logan, silent as a shadow, joined them, coming from some unseen point, and Boss Pierson told him what Dick was going to do. “Only chance,” agreed Billy, laconically. “We can stand ’em off long enough. Bring the ‘hoss’ soldiers around through the hills, Dick, if you can,” he advised. “Goodbye, Dick,” said Boss Pierson, in a whisper, and he put his hand lightly on his shoulder for a moment. That touch was goodbye, encouragement, praise, trust, and Dick, who admired his big uncle, warmed under it. Then he was alone in the night amid the shrubbery. His uncle and Logan had disappeared. HIS was a great moment. He was now to fend for himself. He must get his horse, ( - escape to the open desert and ride twenty miles against time. No one could help him. _ Star, his bay mare,—named because of the blaze of white on her forehead,—was in the stable a few yards away. Dick slipped past the house, skirting the bushes, and in shadow reached the barn. He thought he saw the stout form of Fatty Smith as he opened the door, but did not pause to make certain. He put the saddle and bridle on Star, stifling her delighted whinnying by clasping her wide nostrils, and then led her out into the open and quickly away into the shadow of the trees to the right of the silent house. He knew he was probably seen by his friends, 5

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peatened but had no idea of where the raiders were or of how many there might be. When he came to the end of the trees, he halted and listened. Still not a sound, except Star’s breathing and his own. Yes, there was another sound. He could hear his own heart go thump, thump. But slinging his Winchester over his shoulder by the strap, he scrambled to the back of the affectionate little bay mare and without hesitation moved forward. | ig front of the ranch house the ground fell away gradually to the desert, and for a short distance he was able to ride partly under cover from the general level of the ranch and of the desert about it. A rifle shot broke the stillness—a sharp, malignant bark. It made him jump. A hot streak went up his spine. Instinctively he ducked, but no bullet droned near him, and he realized that he had not been the target for the rifleman. After that shot, silence reigned again, ominous, depressing. He was glad of this silence, though, for he believed that Al- berto, thinking communication cut off, would take his time and hazard no unnec- essary rush upon the ranch. Undoubtedly the bandits had a wholesome respect for Pierson and his men. It was comforting to Dick to think that perhaps the greasers would be satisfied with stealing a few of Boss Pierson’s horses and ride away with- out trying to duplicate their deviltry at the Noyes’ ranch. He rode slowly at first and presently came up to the level of the desert stretch- ing away in the dim distance—a wild, awe- some place, apparently limitless. When he came here he touched Star with his heels, and the splendid animal broke her easy gait and began to run, eager and full of vim. 6 Alberto was a real fire-eater HRILL cries came thinly through the night now, and rifles spoke sharply in a scat- tering volley. Dick leaned low over the big bay’s outstretched neck, his heart leaping. He knew now that he had been seen at last. “Go it, Star! Go it!” he called, plying his heels. “Go!” The mare settled down to her work. She stretched out her glossy neck and lengthened her stride. She was a pow- erful horse, clean-cut of limb and swift as an an- telope. The chill night air of the desert whistled about Dick’s ears, and the sand flew beneath him like run- ning water. On and on he sped. Up and down the rolling dunes, up and down, faster and faster. The mare’s long lean muscles were working rhythmically and _in- creased her speed with every bound. The sand floor here was hard and footing was Bang! A rifle spoke from behind— alarmingly clear. There was a second shot! Dick heard the hiss of a bullet. He knew what that meant. He realized that he was pursued and that he was now on more than a race against time. His great adventure had come. But the bandits must not get him. The fate of the Bar P ranch de- pended upon his reaching the cavalry bar- racks at Chester. Again and again rifles barked behind him, each ringing, sharp report giving him an odd thrill all through his being. Faster and faster he flew, calling to Star excitedly. By and by he heard shouts be- hind, exultant, fierce cries, and there came, too, above shots and cries, the sound of hoofs beating in time with those of Star. He glanced back over his shoulder. The Bar P ranch house was long since lost to view, but in place of this, back in the blackness of the night, he saw two menac- ing shadows—two riders wildly racing be- hind, bobbing fearful silhouettes against the plain and sky. And worst of all, they seemed drawing nearer and nearer. HEN in his heart he realized that something must be done, and the thought of what that some- thing must be almost overwhelmed him. In fact, it was so staggering to his mind that for a time he actually could not see a thing—could only hold on and ride. Almost unconsciously he steeled himself to his grim task. He managed to unsling his rifle and carry it before him. His heart swelled with thankfulness that he knew how to use that rifle well. But just then he did not try to return the careless firing of the reckless riders behind—the miscreants who felt so confi- dent of the outcome of the chase. He urged Star on, and the mare responded lovingly. On and on they swept under the glittering stars, up and down the dunes, in and out among the sage brush and ghostly cactus plants. On and on they went, hope and confidence gathering in Dick’s heart all the time. He even sneered at the firing behind. It seemed as if he had been used to this kind of life for cen- turies. This was well, too, for it made him absolutely cool. Ahead of him there rose a great dune, rolling up like a billow of the sea. Be- yond that he would turn. And then! “Go on! Go it! He leaned forward and urged Star eagerly with voice and heel. Star spurted. She leaped from the ground. The desert beneath swept away as if they were falling. They went like the wind, faster, faster and yet faster. Up the incline they went, smoothly, grandly making the crest and plunging down the other slope as fast as before—like a new- sped arrow. Dick pulled in gradually as they came to the trough of the sands and presently came to a stop and wheeled about. His spurt had done the work. Rifle poised, he watched, his eyes searching the crest of the dune. LL of a sudden the two Mexicans, with their bell- topped hats, appeared over the rise, momentarily clear-cut against the sky, close together. Dick whipped his rifle up on ye the instant. The bandits saw iu _his trick but not in time. Dick fired. Bang! Then again—bang! bang! His rifle spat, and through the smoke that lifted from its muzzle he saw the fel- low on the right go toppling down, his horse frantically swerving and dashing away southward, dragging its rider for a few paces before his foot slipped from the stirrup. Meanwhile, the other man had pulled in less than two hundred feet away. Dick saw jagged streaks of orange come into being before him, and sweeping his rifle about he fired at those flashes—fired with amezing coolness. Then the little mare be- gan to stagger. A groan came from the boy abruptly—burst from his heart in the sudden great and overmastering grief that had come to him. Star was hit—and Dick knew it instantly. The mare gave out a choking sob—almost like a cry to him for aid. She quivered beneath him, then sank down upon the sand. With a cry, Dick stood upright, rifle in hand, dazed for the moment. The Mexican, waving his rifle, shouted at him mockingly, wheeled to the right and dashed away in the direction of Chester. In a few mo- ments he was out of sight in the rolling desert. F ttereres fear now touched the boy, gripping his heart as with a clammy hand. The horseman was between him and the town and he was alone and on foot! 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a meen nn Em SORE TT Star raised her head, her eyes upon him, and whinnied. Sob- bing, Dick put his free arm about her head and kissed her lather-covered lip. It was over _?jn a moment. The mare looked at him again and laid her head down upon the sand, straightened out slowly—and died. Misty-eyed, Dick turned, quite realizing the preciousness of time, and began to steal onward. The wily Mexican would surely try the same trick on him that he had played successfully, and he must be wary every step of the way. On and on he went, crouching, now pausing, now run- ning, his eyes searching like a hawk’s. He did not know how far he was from Ches- ter, but no matter at what hazard, he must press on. He reasoned that the greaser would lie in wait for him in a hollow or behind some bush, and he realized that he would very likely separate himself from his horse. Every nerve in his body was tingling. Time seemed endless. And there was soul- trying silence, silence, silence—no sound at all save that slight crunch, crunch of his own cautious going. He was cold, too, and his eyes ached with their straining, for he was following as best he could the horse track left by the lone bandit. In his pain and fatigue and tension, he was tempted to run openly—he longed for the end of the journey—but this he dared not do. Then the hoof prints turned to the right, and raising his eyes quickly Dick saw the horse walk- ing down a little gully— riderless. |. Spree The sharp re- port split the silence. A flame jet leapt from a cactus to his right, not fifty feet away, and just below the top of the dune on which he stood. Dick dropped instinct- ively. And again flame leapt from the cactus. With a cry of triumph, the Mexican came run- ning from his cover, thinking he had got the messenger at the first shot. He was quickly undeceived! Jumping up, Dick opened fire on him. His aim this time was not accurate, however, for the whole thing occurred in the turn of a hand, and the greaser, desperate, knowing that the issue must be settled, came on, shouting fiercely, think- ing perhaps to shatter the boy’s nerve with his piercing cries. But Dick stood like a rock. Thought of the peril of those behind and of Star’s death steadied him. And yet he could not fire so, it seemed so The Boy Scouts’ Magazine deliberate, so cold and horrible. But the bandit halted in his tracks and swung his rifle to his shoulder. At that precise moment Dick fired, and then he was alone in the desert under the vast bowl of the star-bright heaven. _ whole thing had happened so swiftly that it staggered him. In that one blinding instant, with the press of his finger, he had blotted out this man. It was horrible. But now he must not give way. Holding himself in hand as well as he could, he studied the horizon. It seemed to him that far off he could see a break— an uncertain sheen, like a candle’s light in the daytime. He was sure that that wisp of light must be Chester. He was almost fagged out, and to make those intervening desert leagues on foot seemed out of the question. The Mexican’s horse stood a few rods away, idly waiting for his master’s call. Dick approached it, but it was only by an effort that he caught the wary animal. Weakly, but with triumph, he crawled into the steep saddle and, heading toward the sheen on the horizon, he gave the horse a thump in the ribs with his heel. T was half-past one in the morning when young Dick told his tale to the cavalry captain at the Chester Barracks. Within fifteen minutes a detachment of troopers He saw two riders wildly racing behind was on the way across the des- ert, headed for the hills to the south of Bar P ranch. Dick, though tired and exhausted, ( was in the saddle with them. § Excitement held him up, and nothing could have induced him } to stay behind in Chester. It was almost light when the troopers swept down from the hills and galloped on toward the Bar P ranch house. From a distance they could see the madly shouting and shooting Mexicans storming the ’dobe dwelling. Already stables and outhouses had been burned, and part of Alberto’s band was rounding up a herd of horses beyond rifle shot from the house. But the troops arrived in time. With a cowboy yell they swept down upon the house. The bandits swarmed out like wasps from a nest, leaving their plunder behind, and frantically mounted their horses to get away. But the cavalry spread out over the level land to intercept them. As if in a picture, Dick saw them give chase to the Mexicans, saw them overtake them and saw the fight. It was wonderful, thrilling, and when at last it was over, there were only three small dots disappearing over the desert, the last of more than thirty who had come to rob the ranch, while the troopers had lost but two of their men. Alberto himself was among the fallen, and this of course meant the end of that career of pil- lage which had so long brought terror to the dwellers. of the region. His band was now scat- tered once for all, and courageous indeed would be the bandit who would attempt to follow his example. Ty did not join in the chase, for he had had his fill of adven- ture. But afterwards, when it was over and the soldiers had come back, he heard how all night long, prisoned in the ranch house, the Boss and his riders had held against the siege of the bandits. He told his story too, describing his dash over the desert, the fight with the Mexicans, and with a choke in his voice, the death of Star. Fatty, Bill and Sam put in brief words of praise. But his uncle’s husky comment and the touch of the Boss’ arm across his shoulder meant more. “Pretty good for an Easterner, pretty good for an Easterner, lad,” he said, and Dick felt quite repaid for all he had gone through. 7

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a | STURDY 12-year old boy, keen of eye and freckled i of face, was driv- ing a_ stage-coach be- tween the towns of Cresson and Loretto in Pennsylvania. It was a tedious job, this driving a stage-coach back and forth over the same road day after day, but the boy's interest was just as keen as though this were his first trip over the route. Presently a hollow appeared directly ahead—so slight a hollow that many drivers would not have noticed it at all. Deftly the boy swung the horses to one side, and the passengers were saved a jouncing shock. A grocer from Braddock, a neighboring town, was riding inside. ‘Hey, boy!” he cried. “Mighty careful, aren't you?” “When I drive,”” said the boy, “I drive right.” Today that same boy has been summoned by the United States to take charge of its ship-building program. Many military leaders believe that ships will win or lose the war. If the U-boats sink so many ships that the sending of troops and supplies to the battle-line will be badly hampered, the cause of the Allies will be in a sad way. If the United States can build ships as fast, or faster than the U-boats can sink them, all will be well. And so, when the country needed a man who could build ships quickly and build them right, it turned to the boy who as a driver had driven right— Charles M. Schwab. To the ambitious boy, anxious to get ahead in the world and amount to something, Mr. Schwab's life is an inspira- tion. He started with nothing. He faced the world with empty hands. But- within him were locked three glorious assets: a hunger for knowledge, the courage-to study and strive as best he could, and the will to throw himself heart and soul into his work and to give his best to every task. He gave his all to the little job and it led to a better; he gave his all to the better job and it led to one even still bet- ter. Step by step he came up from the bottom, not through luck, not through the pushing of friends, not through favor. Charlie Schwab worked, and the world has given him a worker's honor. same year, when the Schwabs moved to Brad- dock, the grocer at once offered Charlie a job. It wasn’t much of a job as jobs go nowadays. The pay was only $2.50 a week. But the boy seized the chance and went to work in the store. It must not be supposed that he was one of those impos- sibly perfect fellows that any healthy red-blooded boy would feel like slaughtering. He took his share of fun as he went along. He joined the village brass band and learned to toot an instrument. But playtime was not allowed to interfere with worktime. The job came first. Into his work as a grocery clerk Charlie Schwab threw all his energy. Of late years one of his favorite sayings has been: “The man who has done less than his best has done nothing.” Back in Braddock, he lived up to that motto. He gave his best; he studied when he could; he laid the foundation for all that he later achieved. ‘Te world has a habit of searching out the doer. One of the customers of the grocery store was Capt. “‘Bill’’ James, of Andrew Carnegie’s Edgar Thompson Steel Works. Captain “‘Bill’’ was attracted to the grocery clerk, who worked as though work were a pleasure. By the time Charlie Schwab was 18 years old, the grocer was paying him $5 a week. Then Captain “Bill” offered him $6 a week to go out with a civil engineering gang. The job was the drudg- ery of simply carrying chains and driving pegs. But within six months the boy who always gave nothing short of his best was boss of a gang. Charlie Schwab, the doer, had begun to climb. He had a to make his mark upon the steel industry of the world. From that time his rise was rapid. Within another year he was chief engineer and assistant manager of the Edgar Thompson Steel Works, and at the age of 25 he was super- intendent of the Homestead Steel Works. Now he holds office as president of the Bethlehem Steel Corporation, the world’s largest makers of steel. In the short space of a few years the “I have always felt,"" Mr. Schwab said one time boy who had learned to do recently, “that the surest way to qualify for the job ahead is to work a little harder than anyone else on the job one is hold- ing down. To my mind, the best in- vestment a young man starting out in business can possibly make is to give all his time, all his energy to his work— just plain, hard work.” ME SCHWAB was born at Williams- burg, Blair county, Pa. His father was a wool-worker whose earnings were small, and the Schwabs were very poor. At the age of 12, when thousands of boys are comfortably fixed in school and just about preparing to take their ten- derfoot examinations as Boy Scouts, Charlie Schwab began to drive the stage-coach to help piece out the family income. From the start he was a doer—the kind of boy who does things right. His careful driving attracted the attention of that grocer from Braddock; and that 8 is a story of a boy who ade his own way to success. It’s a great story. And what’s more it was written by a man who himself was once a poor boy and had to make HIS own way. He hada humble job in a printing office. He had few opportunities. But he was determined to succeed,—and he did. Today he is one of the great- est writers for boys in the world. We have asked William Heyliger, —the man who knows so well what it means to work his own way in the world—to tell us the story of other boys who have “come up.” He has told the story of the boy of the stage- coach as only he can tell it. And each coming month of the year he is going to tell you about other boys who have succeeded. You don’t want to miss a single one of this series. Hi {eee nag 3) things and do them right had climbed and scrambled over obstacles, despite bruised shins and injured feelings, to the very top of the country’s biggest and richest industry. Almost overnight, so to speak, he had gained the prominence of 2 the foremost “‘steel” man in the world. ‘Tt United States has given him the title of Director-General of the Emergency Fleet Corporation, and he controls the output of one hundred and thirty shipyards scattered from the At- lantic to the Pacific. The name “Emerg- ency Fleet Corporation” tells the story. America faces an emergency, and ships are vital. Today, the boy who drove the stage between Cresson and Loretto and drove it right—the boy who clerked for a grocer and did that job right—the boy who drove pegs and drove them right— stands between the havoc of the U-boats and the sacred liberties of the world. BOYS’ LIFE 2 eens mR eR

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to yer the Top with Towser saummsnn0smemn = = ail sil LU 0000 © Underwood & Underwood The telephone wires to the support trench have been cut down. It’s the dog’s duty to take the message. See the pouch on his col- lar? He can cover more ground in of the first line trenches. @© Underwood & Underwoed Here are the Red Cross =, on the Marne front just in the rear he men ahead are cleaning up No Man's Land. When they have_fin- three minutes than a man can cross in ten, and he’s less likely to stop a bullet. © Underwood & Underwood Although these shaggy fellows are only water carriers, their work is not without danger. On the Italian front they take water up to the front line trenches and a lot of ‘them never come back. ished the dogs will go “Over the Top” and _ find the suffering and wounded, @ International Film Red Cross dogs on the Italian front go out at night. To their collar is attached a string to which is fastened a coil of rope. The wounded soldier pulls the rope to him, ties it about omen g and is drawn back into the trenches.

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= ECHAN- =—=s5 ICALLY Steve put up one hand and brushed away the water that trickled from his soaked hair. He was wet to the skin, but he fairly tingled all over with the thrill of his discovery. He was not mistaken; he could not be! That mental picture was much too clear to ad- mit of any doubt. He was still ignorant of the man’s actu- al identity. But his presence with the ambassador that night, the friendly touch of the latter’s hand upon his shoulder, the earnest undertone of their conversation carried on in German, all pointed to an unusual degree of intimacy. And many months ago the ambassador, his staff, and all his other associates, official or other- wise, were supposed to have left the coun- try or to be safely interned. This one had evidently escaped the net. Steve wasted no time speculating how he had done it, or where he had spent the intervening time. He was a spy, doing a spy’s work; everything pointed to that. His objective must be the shipyard, too, for there was nothing else worth destroy- ing within a score of miles. Inwardly Haddon bitterly blamed his own stupidity in not having thought of it before. The tins contained explosive, no doubt; enough, probably, to blow up both buildings and dry docks. They had planned the thing with their usual infernal care, waiting pos- sibly for this very night of storm and blackness to make the attempt doubly sure. And they would succeed, the boy told himself with a dry sob of mingled rage and nervousness, unless he could out- wit them. He ground his teeth in helpless fury. He ought to be up and away immediately to carry the warning. But the plotters were so close that he could scarcely stir without detection. Therq was a chance that by edging back cauitiously inch by inch he might safely reach a point where he could take to his heels, but so much depended on him that he dared not risk it. He must wait until they moved away a little and then, by speeding down the opposite side of the point, he might gain the mainland and the ship- yard ahead of them and give _ the alarm. RESENT- LY another lightning flash showed up the group again, and Steve’s

ad Hhustrated eee ee mR Goes There ? Patil JOHN GARTH \ eam — a CEA —— <= eyes widened in astonishment. Instead of four men there were six. Where the other two had come from he did not know, but it seemed as if they must have made their way out along the beach. So he was faced by a new difficulty. There might be others still, stationed along the way, and if he tried to reach the shipyard ahead of the gang, he was as likely as not to run straight into hostile arms. Nevertheless, he meant to try it, for by this time he was desperate with anxiety and impatience. He was about to creep back without further waiting, when sud- denly there came one of those curious lulls which occur sometimes even at the very height of a storm. The shriek of the ‘wind died down, and he could hear the voices clearly. “all in the guard house. As long as the storm holds there won’t be a soul around.” “But the rain!” put in another voice with a harsh, gutteral accent. “Will not that eggstinguish the fire?” “Not this fire,” returned another con- fidently, and Steve recognized one of the men he had overheard that afternoon. “There ain’t enough water up above to drown this stuff once she gets started. Besides, it’s letting up. By the time we get things going, it won’t be more than a drizzle; and if the wind holds the whole shebang will go up in smoke. What we want is to get busy right——” The rest was inaudible, scattered by the storm, which broke out again with a fresh strength. But Steve had heard enough. Fire, then, was to be their weapon, and not explosives. The tins must contain gasoline or some even more powerful in- flammable. But it made little difference in the result, for the destruction would be~ as great or greater.. With sudden decision the boy made up his mind to delay no longer. H's every muscle tense, he waited im- patiently for the next flash. When it had come and gone, he began to edge

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<iiteeraes an ATT NASER backward, slowly, silently, with infinite care, over the wet, yielding sand. It took - a long time to worm past the length of the canoe, but after that he made better progress, and at length, a hundred feet or more from the end of the point and on the opposite side, he rose to his feet and hurried along the beach toward the mainland. Anyone who has tried walking in the dark will realize something of his difficul- ties. Actually Steve could not see his hand before his face, and he had not gone twenty feet before he found himself splashing in the water. He edged away from that and presently tripped and al- most fell over a hummock of grass. Then, very swiftly, all sense of direction left him. His only guidance was the splash of waves about his ankles and the tingle of spray against his face. It was a nightmare, that blind struggle through the storm; a nightmare of pelting and lashing rain, of stumbling, falling, wading through surf, of pounding over hard sand. And like a nightmare little things grew big and big things little; time seemed to stand still or stretch out into infinity. Worst of all was the blackness, thick and suffocating, that pressed upon his eyeballs and tangled about his feet. And behind that blackness there was fear. Not fear for self so much; he was past that now. The thing that dominated and urged him on, that kept him going in spite of weariness and doubt and panting breath, was fear lest he should be too late to reach his goal before those others. And in the end he was too late! H's first inkling of it was the sight of those three spots of light twinkling low over to the left. At first they meant nothing to his weary brain. Then, watch- ing them dazedly, he realized all at once that they were electric flashlights, and with a sudden, bitter pang he understood. The men were almost opposite him, moving rapidly along the other side of Cobb’s Point, which here was some two hundred yards across. Unhampered by the darkness, they had caught up to him, were really ahead of him, in fact, for Steve had to cross the base of the point to reach the shipyard a mile or more to the westward. With a discour- aged droop to his shoulders, he plodded on mechan- ically for a little way and then halted. The spots of light had suddenly shifted. He could still make out a faint, lumi-

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nous glow, but it was ob- scured by moving shadows. And then it came to him that for some minutes past he had felt no water sloshing around his feet. “It’s the mainland,” he mut- tered. “They’ve left the point and turned up the other shore.”

— | iy! was no time for caution and delay, and Steve went after them at once. Though his attempt to reach the shipyard first had failed, there was still a chance, though not nearly so sure, of gaining his end by following close behind the plotters and giving the alarm before they had time to carry out the details of their plan. In the brief without tremors. It was the combination of the two, the combination of the un- known, the unseen, the suspense of un- certainty, which made him shiver and brought out a clammy perspiration on his forehead. It set him to thinking, also, of the camp and wishing with a desperate sort of long- ing for the presence of some of the fel- lows to back him up. If only Ferris were here, with his cool head and ready wit; or Marshall, whose sturdy fearlessness would be a tower of strength! Why, even little Jimmy Torrance, the “baby” of the crowd, would be a comfort. But they were all back there in camp with lights and warmth and cheerfulness about them, while he was here—alone. And he must go forward alone, too, no matter

interval of wait- ing a number of other possi- bilities had flashed through his mind, only to be discarded. The open beach was really the only sure way, and Steve took it without hesi- tation. With stumbling, un- certain steps he felt his way across the point and gained the other shore. Far, far ahead of him, it seem- ed, wavered the faint glow of the flashlights, and their ap- parent distance startled him. He had planned to follow as close behind the plotters as he dared; it had not occurred to him that they might outdistance him altogether. With a sharp catching of his breath, he plunged forward and began to run. A moment later the lights blinked out abruptly. Vv TEVE fell twice and a thorny branch S lashed across his face with painful force before he got the better of that panicky dash. One of two things must have happened. Either the flashlights had been extinguished, or else the men had passed around a bend which hid the sight of them from view. The latter was per- haps the more likely; but it was the pos- sibility that they had heard him and were lurking ahead in the darkness, waiting for his approach, that turned his blood cold. It was the first time his nerve had been really shaken, but it-was shaken now. The darkness or the plotters, tak- en separately, he could face

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The Boy Scouts’ Magazine OUBT and hesitation thrown aside, he sped on along the beach. Once or twice the thought of what might be waiting for him slipped past that mental barrier of resolu- tion, but he flung it fiercely back. And when he had gone two hundred yards or so he be- gan, unconsciously, to breathe more easily. They could scarcely have been much farther off than this when the lights vanished. Another hundred yards and he was quite certain. It was impos- sible in the darkness to tell where the shore line curved, but he had a feeling that it must be about this point. A few minutes later the faint gleam of light a long way ahead made him certain. “All that stu-

” He conscious of faces and of a man in khaki rising swiftly from table what that beastly blackness held in store for him. He dug his teeth into his under lip. Then his chin went up abruptly. What had got into him? What was he thinking of? Why, at this very instant men were facing with a smile things a thousand times worse than this. Black wastes of shell-torn barrenness, tangled with barbed wire, littered with unknown pitfalls, loomed into his imagination. There were shadows brightened ominously by the flare of signal rockets, or the flash of hand grenades; silences shattered by the thunder of big guns or the whining ping of sharpshooters’ bullets. And in imagina- tion that worst horror of all—the deadly poison gas,—caught him for an instant by the throat and choked him. Yet over there men looked hourly into the face of such death and laughed, while he was afraid to take a little risk—for them! A burning flush flamed into the boy’s face and he clenched his hands spasmodi- cally. He made a sound of mingled shame and fury and determination. “What a cur I am!” he grated scorn- fully. “What a beastly coward to be downed by a little dark and wet! And I won't be.” pid fuss about nothing,” he growled. “Now it’s up to me to catch up with them.” But though he did his best, he was still a hun- dred yards be- hind when, as nearly as he could guess, they reached the wide estu- ary of the ship- yard. There was a dock here where supplies and materials were landed, and from it a well-used road led through the regular lines of store _ houses, machine shops and _ countless other buildings. Almost at the edge of this road the lights winked out again, but this time Haddon felt no spe- cial uneasiness or alarm. Though it was still blowing hard, the rain had lessened noticeably. Some of the guard, more zeal- ous than the rest, might venture forth, and the twinkle of strange lights would in- evitably raise an alarm. are 1

HE paused for an instant and stared ahead, trying to penetrate the dark- ness. To his right, among the buildings, a few scattered electric lights shone ob- scurely, but they did little to relieve the general gloom. Slipping along from shadow to shadow, the plotters would have no difficulty in gaining any part of the yard they chose for their incendiary pur- pose. But this same condition was a corresponding aid to him. With the other fellows he had once visited the plant and he knew the general direction of the guard house. When the men ahead had vanished into the gloom, he turned abruptly to his right across an open space of recently cleared land.

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It was far from easy going. There were stumps and roots to trip him up; hollows and other pitfalls to avoid. With the spies so near, a fall or ie even a noisy stumble might ruin everything. But he crept on, feeling his way forward, frantic at the sense of pre- oS cious minutes flying, until the bulk of the first building loomed up before him. Speeding a little then he passed along the rear of it, crossed a slightly brighter space and gained the shadow of the next one. But as he reached the farther corner a sound, slight yet unmistak- able, brought him to a sudden halt, breathless and tingling. The sound was the faint splintering of wood, and close upon its heels came the noise of a window being slowly lifted. With nerves like taut- strung wires, Steve crept for- ward and peered around the corner. In front of the third build- ing in the row hung one of the temporary electric globes that were dotted sparsely over the shipyard. At this distance it served merely to lighten the gloom a trifle. But Haddon, staring intently into the shadows, presently made out one which seemed darker than the rest—a shadow that moved slightly, to merge a moment later into the blacker darkness of an open window. UST a second the boy stood petrified. From the first it had been his plan not alone to prevent the catas- trophe, but to try and bring about a capture of the plot- ters. But the sight of one of them actually entering the building shocked him to a realizing sense of how much more vital it was to prevent the fire from gaining headway. In a flash he had left his hiding and headed for the guard house at a run. Racing across the open space between the two buildings, he sped through the shadows back of the third one, circled it, and gained the open road. _Instinctively he kept to the darker side of this. The padding of his sodden shoes made scarce- ly a sound on the hard dirt, and there was a chance that he might escape de- tection. Presently the lighted windows of the guards’ bunk house loomed ahead like a beacon. There was a swift, final spurt along the silent, deserted road, a nervous backward glance In which revealed only the placid darkness unlighted by the sin- @ ister glare he feared. Then he gained the steps, stumbled —>" up them, and flung open the door which yielded to his touch. VI — a moment Steve leaned panting against the door, blinking in the glare of the long, brightly lighted room. He was conscious of. a dozen faces turning toward him, and of a man in khaki rising swiftly from,a table close at hand. In He ducked his head defensively under the fellow’s arm that first instant he could not seem to find his voice, but his sodden, dripping, mud- caked figure, his white face, streaked across one cheek with red, his wide, di- lated eyes, evidently were eloquent, almost, as speech. “What is it?” snapped the man, moving quickly toward him. “What’s the matter?” “Fire!” gulped Haddon thickly. “Six men—out there—” he waved one -arm. “They've got cans of gasoline—or some- thing. I followed them—from Loon Island. They're spies. I—heard them plotting to —burn the yard. I—” A babel of exclamations drowned his voice. There was a noisy scrape of many chair legs. As the men leaped up, cards dropped from laxed fingers and fluttered to the floor. A chair fell backward with a crash. “A plot to burn the yard!” gasped the man before him; and his face flushed red beneath his tan. “That can’t be so! Why—” “It’s true, I tell you!” cried the boy desperately. “I heard them planning it. The leader’s a German.spy. I saw him with von Bernstorff in Washington a year ago. One of them’s al- ready broken into a building down the road. Unless you hurry itll be too late. You must believe me!” yr Ts man stared silently at him for an instant, one hand gripping the butt of a Colt that swung at his hip. Then he whirled around. “Get busy, fellows,” he or- dered with crisp decisiveness. “It may be a false alarm, but the kid seems pretty sure of his facts.’ He turned to was it? Third from the dock on the left? Good. The rest of ‘em may be anywhere. Charley, take eight men and slip along by the dry docks. Look into every shop, but don’t waste time. The rest of you come with me. Switch on the search lights, Dick. Hold up, though. Wait about three minutes and then throw the switch. That’ll give us time to spread around. Hustle, boys!” The admonition seemed scarcely necessary. Before he had ceased speaking each man had seized a rifle, buckled on a revolver and stood ready. Except for that first moment of startled surprise, there had been no stir or tumult. Like twin lines of phantoms, the two squads glided into the open and sped away to their positions. It was as if they meant to make up now for the relaxed vigilance which had brought about this dan- ger. Without a word the smaller body disappeared into the darkness toward the water front, and at a _ whispered command two men hurried off to take their stand at the limits of the yard nearest the village. The remainder, under the leader whose name was Kelly, scattered among the buildings to the left of the road. A yeaa went with this party, and pres- ently found himself with Kelly and another man speeding toward the end of the row to the building which he had seen the spy enter. From a broken sentence or two he learned that the system of search lights had just been installed, but not formally received from the contractor, and hence had not been turned on. That ex- plained the first darkness of the yard. But there was little chance for conversation and there was to be even less. The windows, which before had ee been mere patches of black- (Continued on page 47) — BOYS’ LIFE Steve again. “Which building

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(A) a a ama tL CHAPTER XIV ike He Finns Ir Easter to Catcu a Tuer Tuan to Howw Hm Ns trip to the East broke up the following win- ter, but Roosevelt was glad as always to come back in the spring to the fascinating desolation of the Bad Lands and the loyal friends in the ranch house at Chimney Butte. Spring came early that year, and about the middle of March a great ice-jam, which had formed at a bend far up the river, came slowly past Elkhorn, roaring and crunching and piling the ice high on both banks, grinding against the cotton- woods in front of the porch and threatening to sweep away the house. But the force of the freshet carried the jam onward, leaving an open channel at last between solid masses of ice. The water ran through it like a mill-race. Roosevelt had brought out a clinker-built boat to ferry him and his men to the opposite shore when the river was high. One afternoon they crossed the raging channel to bring home the carcasses of a number of deer they had shot for meat and hung up in a thicket of dwarf cedars. They found that the carcasses had been completely devoured, evidently by moun- tain-lions. They followed the tracks into a tangle of rocky hills, but the oncoming night obscured the footprints and they returned home resolved to renew the pursuit at dawn. They tied the boat securely to a tree high up on the bank. The next morning it was gone. was Bill Sewall who made the discovery. He was not a man easily excited and he took a certain quiet satisfaction in sitting down to breakfast and saying nothing while Roosevelt expatiated on what they would do to the mountain-lions. “I guess we won’t go to-day,” said Sewall at length, munch- ing the last of his breakfast. “Why not?” Roosevelt demanded. “Someone has gone off with the boat.” Roosevelt leapt indignantly to his feet to see for himself. Sure enough, the rope had been cut. They had little doubt who the thieves were. They knew that there were three suspicious char- acters up the river who had good reasons for want- ing to “skip the country.” The leader was a man named Finnegan, who had been heard to boast that he was “from Bitter Creek where the farther up you went the worse people got,” and he lived “at the fountain-head.” The vigilantes had been look- ing his way for some months. Travel by horse or foot was impossible. The Elkhorn boat had evidently appeared to Finnegan and Company in the nature of a godsend. Roosevelt ran to saddle Manitou. But Sewall restrained him, pointing out that if the country was impassable for the horses of the thieves it was no less impassable for the pursuers. He de- clared that he and Dow could build a flat-bottomed boat in three days. Roosevelt told him to go ahead. With the saddle-band on the farther side of the river, he could not afford to lose the boat. + As a deputy sheriff, moreover, he had certain re- sponsibilities. In an unsettied community, he knew Repo The Boy Scouts’ Magazine rey "y ao fy " i Copyright 1918 by = Hagedorn ee 1 proauee rom Life and The Hunting Trail’ by permission of The Century Company. it was fatal to submit tamely to injury of self or property. They left a cowboy name Rowe as guard over the ranch and “the womenfolk” and, with their unwieldy but watertight craft laden with two weeks’ provisions of flour, coffee and bacon, started one cold morning toward the end of March to drift down the river. ter region through which they passed was bare and bleak and terrible. On either side, beyond the heaped-up piles of ice, rose the scarred buttes, weather-worn into fantastic shapes and strangely blotched with spots of brown and yellow, purple and red. Here and there the black coal veins that ran through them were aflame, gleaming weirdly through the dusk as the three men made their camp that night. The thermometer dropped to zero, but there was firewood in plenty, and they found prairie fowl and deer for their evening meals. Late the third day, rounding a bend, they saw their boat moored against the bank. Out of the bushes a little way back, the smoke of a camp-fire curled up through the frosty air. They flung off their heavy coats. _Sewall was in the stern steering the boat toward shore. Dow was at Roosevelt’s side in the bow. Roosevelt saw the grim, eager look in their eyes and his own eyes gleamed. He was the first ashore, leaping out of the boat as it touched the shore ice and running up behind a clump of bushes, so as to cover the landing of the others. Dow was beside him in an instant. Sewall was fastening the boat. They peered through the bushes. Beside a fire in a grove of young cottonwoods in the lee of a cut bank, a solitary figure was sitting, his gun on the ground at his side. “Hands up!” OOSEVELT and Dow rushed in on the man, who was not slow to do as he was told. He was a half-witted German, a tool of rogues more keen than he, and he read- ily promised, at the point of a gun, to make no move to warn the others. Finnegan and the third man, a half-breed Swede named - Bernstein, had gone hunting, believing themselves safe. YA Sewall guarded the German, while Roosevelt and Dow @ crouched under the bank and prepared to greet the others. They waited an hour or more. Then, afar off, they heard them coming, and saw them at last, walking leis- urely through the long, dry grass with the sun glinting on the rifles they carried over their shoulders, now forty yards away, now thirty, now twenty— “Hands up!” The half-breed obeyed, but for an instant Finnegan hesitated, glaring at his captors with wolfish eyes. Roose- velt walked toward him, covering the center of the man’s chest to avoid over-shooting. “You thief, put up your hands!” Finnegan dropped his rifle with an oath and put uy his hands. ’ Be camped {fiat night where they were. Sewall 4 and Dow sét: to work chopping firewood while Roose- * velt kept~watch -over the sullen* prisoners. To secure them éffectually the obviows--#esource was to tie them 13

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hand and foot; but the air was icy. Be- fore morning, hands and feet would have been frozen off. Roosevelt searched them, taking away everything that might have done service as a weapon. He corded his harvest in some bedding well out of reach of the thieves. Then a further precaution occurred to him. “Take off your boots!” he ordered. It had struck him that bare feet would make any thought of flight through that cactus country extremely uninviting. Captors and captives in the two boats started downstream the next morning. The cold was bitter. Toward the end of the day they were stopped by a small ice-jam which moved forward slowly, only to stop them again. They ran the boats ashore to investigate and found that the great Ox- bow jam which had moved past Elkhorn a week ago had come to a halt and now ef- fectually barred their way. They could not possibly paddle upstream against the current. They could not go on foot, for to do so would have meant the sacrifice of all their equipment. They determined to follow the slow-moving mass of ice, and hope, meanwhile, for a thaw. AY after weary day they watched in vain for signs of ta thaw that would not come, breaking camp in the morning on one bar- ren point only to pitch camp again in the even- ing on another, guard- ing the prisoners every instant, for the trouble they were costing made the captors even more determined that, what- ever else was lost, Finnegan and Company should not be. Their provisions ran_ short. They went after game, but there was none to be seen, no beast or bird, in that barren region. Soon they were reduced to unleavened bread, made with muddy water. One day Sewall, on foot, searched the sur- rounding region far and wide for a ranch, and found none. The day after, Roosevelt and Dow covered the country on the other side of the river and at last came on an outlying cow-camp of the Diamond C Ranch where Roosevelt secured a horse,—a wiry, rebellious beast. “The boss ain’t no broncho-buster,” re- marked Dow apologetically to the cowboys. But “the boss” managed to get on the horse and to stay on. Dow returned to Sewall and the thieves while Roosevelt rode fifteen miles to a ranch at the edge of the Kildeer Mountains. There he se- cured supplies and a prairie schooner, hir- ing the ranchman himself, a rugged old plainsman, to drive it to the camp by the ice-bound river. Sewall and Dow, now thoroughly provisioned, remained with the 14 boats. Roosevelt with the thieves started for the nearest jail, which was at Dickin- son. T was a desolate two days’ journey through a bleak waste of burned, black- ened prairie, and over rivers so rough with ice that they had to take the wagon apart to cross. Roosevelt did not dare abate his watch over the thieves for an instant, for they knew they were drawing close to jail and might make a desperate break any minute. ’ He could not trust the driver. There was nothing for it but to pack the men into the wagon and walk behind with the Winchester. Hour after hour he trudged through the ankle- —— deep mud, hun- gry, cold and ut- terly fatigued, but possessed by the dogged reso- lution to carry the thing through, whatever the cost. They put up at the squalid hut of a frontier granger over- night, but Roose- velt, weary as he was, did not dare to sleep. He crowded the prisoners into the upper. bunk, and sat against the cabin door all night with the Winchester across his knees. His prisoners, tired out, alter- nately slept and watched him; but Roose- velt, weary though he was, never allowed his eyelids to close for a single instant. “What I can’t make out,” said the ranch- man from the Kildeers, bewildered, “is why you make all this fuss instead of hanging ’em offhand?” Roosevelt grinned, but the following evening, after a three-hundred-mile jour- ney, deposited three men, who had defied the laws of Dakota, in the jail at Dick- inson to pay the penalty of stealing. CHAPTER XV The End of the Idyl HOUGH Roosevelt was not getting much financial return on his rather generous investment, he was getting other things of far greater value for him at this time. He who had been weak in body and subject to racking illnesses had in these three years de- veloped a constitution as tough and robust as an Indian’s. And he had achieved something be- sides this. Living, talk- ing, working, facing danger and _ suffering hardships with the Sewalls and the Dows, with Merrifield and the Ferrises and Hell-roar- ing Bill Jones and countless other stalwart citizens of the Bad Lands, he had come very close to the heart of the “plain Ameri- can.” He loved the wild country, he loved the vigorous life, but, most of all, he loved the “plain Americans” as he came to know them in Dakota. And it happened that they also loved him. Even Finnegan. For Finnegan, who had cried out, before they parted, “If I'd had any show at all, you’d sure have had to fight, Mr. Roose- velt,” wrote him a few weeks later, “Should you stop at Bismarck this fall make a call at the Prison. I should be glad to meet you.” Roosevelt wrote much the following sum- mer, putting the finishing touches on his “Life of Benton;” but more than half the time he was in the open, working on the various round-ups, riding among the line- camps, hunting, breaking colts. He broke other things besides colts—a rib on one occasion when the pony bucked him off on a rock. He made a speech to a Fourth of July crowd of cowboys and grangers at Dickinson; he opened a hop with the wife of a notorious gun-fighter at Medora; he pronounced a friendly benediction on two babies which arrived at Elkhorn Ranch within a week of each other; and once, when he was alone on the prairie, he suc- cessfully repulsed a small band of Indians. IS Indian adventure happened this way: He had been traveling along the edge of the prairie on a solitary jour- ney to the unexplored country north and east of the range on which his cattle grazed, and was crossing a narrow plateau when he suddenly saw a group of four or five Indians come up over the crest direct- ly in front. As they saw him, they whipped their guns out of their slings, started their horses into a run and came toward him BOYS’ LIFE

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= i ——- an en at full speed, ready for murder at once. He reined up instantly and dismounted. The Indians came on, whooping and brandishing their weapons. Roosevelt laid his gun across the saddle, and waited. When they were within a hundred yards he threw up his rifle and drew a bead on the foremost rider. The effect was instantaneous. The Indi- ans flung themselves over the sides of their horses, scattered, wheeled and doubled on their tracks. At some distance, they halted and gathered, evidently for a conference. Thereupon one man came forward alone, making the peace sign first with his blanket and then with his open hand. Roosevelt let him come to within fifty yards. The Indian was waving a piece of soiled paper, his Reservation pass. “How! Me good Indian!” he called. “How!” Roosevelt answered, “I’m glad you are a good Indian. But don’t come any closer.” Now from the right and the left the other Indians began almost imperceptibly to draw toward him. Roosevelt whipped up his gun once more, covering the spokesman. That individual burst into a volume of perfect Anglo- Saxon profanity; but he retired, which was what he was supposed to do. Roose- velt led the faithful Manitou off toward the plains. The Indians hovered about, but he was watchful, and they knew that he had a gun and that he was not afraid. They vanished in the radiant dust of the prairie. NOTHER adventure that summer came uncomfort- ably close to costing him his -° life. It was in September ont he had gone West to the Coeur d’Alene mountains with Merrifield and a guide for a fortnight’s chase after white goats. The country through which they hunted was a vast wooded wilderness of towering peaks on every side, and valleys that lay half in darkness between timbered slopes or steep rock walls. Wild torrents sprang down through the chasms, and everywhere jut- ting over them were dangerous ledges from which a fall would mean death. They covered miles of this country without shoot- ing a single animal. But still they kept on. While Roosevelt was running along a shelving ledge following a fleeing goat, a piece of loose slate slipped under his foot. He clutched at the rock wall, he tried to fling himself back; but he could not re- cover himself, and went head first over the precipice. ——o may be something in the theory of guardian angels. Theodore Roosevelt’s particular Guardian Angel that day took the form of a Se clump of evergreens in the ravine forty or fifty feet below. The Angel—whoever he was—caught the falling huntsman in a tall pine, sent him bouncing through it and brought him up finally in a thick balsam, somewhat shaken and scratched, but with no bones broken and with his rifle still clutched in his hand. From far above came the hoarse voice of the guide, “Are ye hurt?” “No,” answered Roosevelt, a breathlessly. “Then come on!” Roosevelt “came on,” scrambling back up the steep height he had so swiftly de- scended, and raced after the guide. He came upon the goat at last, but, winded as he was and with the sweat in his eyes, he shot too high, cutting the skin above the spine. The goat plunged downhill and the hunters plunged after him, pursuing the elusive animal until darkness covered the trail. Roosevelt brought him down next day at noon. He returned to Elkhorn to find that, during his fortnight’s absence, two im- portant things had happened. One was the arrival of a letter notifying him that a non-partisan organization, including the most prominent citizens of New York City, Democrats as well as Republicans, intended with his consent to make him its candidate for Mayor at the coming election. The other was the return of Wilmot Dow from Chicago with the report that the best price he had been able to secure for the hundreds of cattle he had taken to the market was less by ten dollars a head than the sum it had cost to raise and transport them. Roosevelt had gone into the cattle busi- ness against the urgent advice and remon- strances of his family and his other friends. He did not like to admit that he had not “made good.” He was not at all sure, in trifle fact, that with ordinary luck he might not yet succeed. But he recognized that the Bad Lands were not, a good region for cattle. The winters were too severe for the young stock. While he himself could afford to take a risk, Sewall and Dow could not. He called them to his room. He had made a verbal agreement with them the year pre- vious, stipulating that if business were pros- perous, they were to have a share in it; if not, they were to have wages in any event. “What do you think of that, Bill?” Roosevelt had said. “I call that a one-sided trade,” Sewall had answered. “But if you can stand it, I guess we can.” In his room that day, a year later, Roose- velt told them that he had been “figuring up things.” He would stand by his agree- ment, he said, if, facing an uncertain out- come, they wished to remain; but if they were willing, he thought they had better “quit the business and go back.” Sewall and Dow did not hesitate. They said they would go back. “I never wanted to fool away anybody else’s money,” Sewall added. “Never had any of my own to fool away.” And so the folks from Maine who had made a rough and simple house in a deso- late country in the only home Theodore Roosevelt had known in almost three years, began to gather together their be- longings and pack up. It was the end of what had been a lovely idyl whose im- permanence wise old Bill Sewall had been the only one fully to recognize. “You'll come to feel different,” he had said the year before when Roosevelt had been lonely and despondent, “and then you won’t want to stay here.” oS ge lages had been right. Life, which for a while had seemed to Theodore Roosevelt so gray and dismal, had slowly taken on new color. He had become engaged to Edith Carow. His interest in politics had reawakened. And yet during those last weeks at Elk- horn he was not at all sure that he wished to re-enter the , turmoil of poli- tics. 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s¢ FZOHNNIE,” called Miss Spreggs from the back-porch of the farm- house, “this is my nephew, William Spreggs. Before I show you how to milk, like I promised, jest carry Wil- liam’s suit-case up to his room.” William, who was not taller than Johnnie but perhaps three years older as evidenced by his long trousers, nodded stifly. Johnnie looked up and grinned, and the introduction was complete. Had he been asked his opinion, Johnnie would have suggested that William looked healthy enough to carry his own suit-case. Two weeks of chores, however, had taught the boy from Manhattan that he was being paid to obey orders. Without a word he shouldered the case and lugged it up to the northwest room over the parlor. By the marble-topped bureau he set it down and turned to go. “Here, boy,” said William grandly, holding out his hand. Thinking Mr. William wished to shake hands, Johnnie proffered his own. Some- thing was pressed into his palm; and when he looked, there lay a nickel. The red-headed boy stiffened and clenched his hands; but his sense of humor conquered. He bowed with exaggerated deference. “Tanks, Judge. What -temper’ture shall I make your barth?” William surveyed. him su- perciliously. “Bath? You are a country squash, aren’t you? I suppose you think only the rich have bath- tubs. Why, in the city I come from everybody has a tub. Where were . you born?” “Frog Holler,” answered Johnnie truthfully. He .did not explain that a frog is a section of. railroad track at a switch or a crossing and that Frog Hollow adjoins the railroad yards in the Bronx where the New York, New Haven, and Hartford and the Central Lines di- verge. “Frog Hollow! G-r-r- ump, gr-r-r-ump!” William made a passable imitation of a bull-frog’s croak. “I suppose you go to sleep lis- tening to the frogs.” “You git used to the racket after a while,” Johnnie explained seriously. “Are you one o’ them city swells I’ve read about?” William adjusted his green and yellow 16 “Here, tie before the mirror with what he con- sidered the air of an aristocrat. “I’m afraid this is going to be a slow dump for me out here among you gee-haws.” “Oh, I see,” said Johnnie. And there- upon he took particular pains to see. There was something about William Spreggs and his claims that made the boy from New York study the cut and fit of William’s suit critically. “What city?” he asked. William gave a name of which Johnnie had never heard, for Johnnie was weak in geography. “Ever been there?” inquired William. “Nun—no.” “Did you ever see an electric street- car?” “Yare, onct or twicet.” “Well, sometimes you can stand on one street corner and see a dozen at once.” “Gee!” Johnnie was properly impressed. “And buildings?”—William was enjoy- ing an appreciative audience—“why, some buildings are eight stories high.” “Yare? Say, Judge, it must be great ter live in a big city like that all the time.” ° William came over from the bureau and shook a masterly finger at the chore- boy. “Calling me Judge is country wit,” he Boy,” said William grandly, holding out his hand. declared severely. “It isn’t funny at all. You can’t put over anything on a city chap. He’s rubbing up against people all the time. Don’t try to fool with me. I’m wise, I am.” “c HAT about that milking, John- nie?” Miss Spreggs’s imperious voice called from below-stairs; so the chore-boy was furnished with a good rea- son for bolting out of William’s rooin be- fore exploding with suppressed glee. In the two weeks he had been at Miss Spreggs’s farm, Johnnie had been too busy learning his other duties to try milk- ing. Now, however, the woman farmer was to initiate him into the art of sending a stream from a cow’s teat straight into a pail. “When you git the knack,” she ex- plained, “I expect you to milk as many as you can. At present this one’ll be enough.” Johnnie struggled and yanked and was cautioned to be gentle and patient. “T’ink my cow’s got plugged up,” de- clared the novice; “yours seems to have twicet as big holes in its faucets.” “You'll find the Lord didn’t make any mistakes,” replied Miss Spreggs. “Keep at it till she’s dry.” And she returned to the house. The boy was still in trouble when the young gentleman from the city sauntered into the shed. Johnnie tried to appear at ease; but William watched him for a spell. “Here, let me show you,” the older boy commanded. Seating him- ij «self on the three-legged ; stool, he held the pail be- tween his knees and started two healthy streams pinging into into the white froth. “Don’t have many cows in Frog Hollow, do they?’ he remarked with a grin. Johnnie rubbed his car- roty head thoughtfully. “Well, there’s an awful lot o milk goes through Frog Holler in a day, and I’ve seen moren one _ cow- ketcher there.” The next instant a stream of milk struck Johnnie in the face and splashed over the front of his blue-flannel shirt. “There, Smarty,” chuckled William as he _ resumed drumming the two streams into the foaming pail, “that'll teach you not to try to kid me!” While Johnnie wiped milk from his freckled face and rubbed his shirt till the white vanished, William finished milking, picked up the stool and the pail and released the cow’s head. “If you'll promise to be a nice little BOYS’ LIFE . CRAM PTO 4 mem ere en

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© < peers boy,” said the older youth, “I’ll ask Aunt Sookie to let you off to walk to town with me this afternoon.” “Some ripe fruit!” said Johnnie to him- self, following to the doorway and eyeing William’s receding back. “If he ain’t picked pretty soon, he’ll spoil—and it’s up to me to do the pickin’.” H*? Master William Spreggs thought ‘= to question his aunt or had she thought to enlighten him re- garding Johnnie Kelly’s nativity and habitat, there would per- haps be a different tale to tell. As it was, however, the pair started for town that afternoon, William still ignorant of the fact that his companion had been reared in an atmosphere of gaso- line, bakershops, and subway and amid the sounds of a million wheels and the policeman’s whis- tle. Let it be known right here that they did not get to town that day. In the first place, looking back along the road from the brow of a hill, Kelly saw an automobile some distance behind them. He had sat in school too often beside those shimmering curls not to recog- nize the smaller of the two oc- cupants of that car as dainty Geo’gia Carter. “Here comes a ride,” said Johnnie. “I know these folks.” But William was _ looking ahead where stood a house on one side of the road and a group of barns and out-houses on the other. “Ah! who wants a ride? There’s a cherry tree in the ten-acre lot behind those barns.” “What of it?” demanded Johnnie; “there ain’t a ripe cherry on the Spreggs farm because I’ve spit out a sample from every twin tree on the place.” “That’s why I’m telling you,” said Wil- liam. “This tree is the first one ripe in the township.” “How do you know, if you’re from the cnget “Er—er—I’ve found out. Trust a city chap to find out those things.” To himself Johnnie admitted, “He cer- tainly did crawl out o’ that hole mighty slick.” Then aloud, “If you want cherries, why don’t you ask for ’em?” “The farmer’s stingy.” “All right, they’re his, ain’t they? I don’t mind swipin’ somethin’ when the other feller’s lookin’-—it gives him a run for his money; but, Honest Injun, I don’t like any sneak business. Come on, let’s git a hitch.” “*Fraid cat!” sneered Wil- liam. “See here, Judge,” said Johnnie seriously, “I ain’t no angel. I’m in for anythin’, if you insist; but I don’t like your game, and that’s straight goods. Let’s ride into town.” “Come if you’ve got nerve —stay if you’re yellow,” re-

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torted William contemptuously, and he jumped the fence. Johnnie followed; and the auto sped by, Geo’gia and her father unaware of the two desperadoes crouching behind the wall a few feet away. “Let’s cut across lots from here so they won’t see us from the house,” suggested William. “Ain’t there no bulls around here?” With a gurgle of rage the man started full tilt for Johnnie. RCRANPTUA, asked Johnnie doubtfully. “I wouldn’t want no country bull pullin’ me in; your aunt would give me the G. B. for fair.” “Bull? Pull you in?” repeated William, much puzzled. “I never heard of a bull pulling anyone in. Wouldn’t a bull be more likely to throw you out?” Johnnie’s face lit up with the joy of a delicious discovery; the only bull that William knew traveled on four legs and wore horns; while the “bull” that John- nie had in mind walked on two legs, wore a blue coat, brass buttons, and a shiny shield on his left breast, and carried a club which was not pleasant for boys on a marauding expedition. “Maybe,” answered Johnnie with a grin, “but there’s bulls, and then again there’s bulls.” “What are you talking about?” “Bulls,” explained the red-headed boy. “Say, Judge, what’s a city bull like?” “Ignorant!” sneered William, “do you think they run around loose in the streets?” “Well, honest, I’ve always t’ought some of ’em was anchored at the cross- in’s.” “You’re a mutton-head,” declared the disgusted William. “Come along, I’m going to have some cherries, bull or no bull. There is a bull around this ranch, but he was shut in the pen this side of the barn yesterday when I came up from the station.” “Shut in the pen, hey?” laughed John- nie as he followed his companion. “What was the big stiff doin’ to git shut in the ‘pen? Wisht I’d ’a’ seen him. Betcher he was fit to be tied.” § tec older boy bent low and glided swiftly along the side of the stone wall " towards the rear of the barns, and Johnnie found he needed all his energies to keep at the other’s heels. It took a skillful stalker to capture that tree, and when the pair were safely perched upon the limbs, oodles of luscious fruit within reach, William spared no breath in boasting of his prowess; to all of which Johnnie gave a sympathetic ear, saving a sympathetic mouth for cherries. Now the bird that has been most hunted keeps the sharpest watch. Shrewd eyes beneath the Kelly tousled red hair kept wary vigil, especially upon what was undoubt- edly the point of greatest danger— where wagon-tracks, discernible even in the growing timothy, con- verged into a well-defined road be- tween the barn and a high-fenced n. The watchfulness was rewarded. From this alley at a lively pace came a grizzled man of powerful frame, in his shirt sleeves, with trousers tucked into heavy leather boots. On the left breast of his vest was a metal star as big as the bottom of a tomato can. A club in his hand with a leather thong was familiar enough to Kelly, even though the boy from Manhattan had never seen a policeman with chin- whiskers. “Cheese it, the bull!’ warned Johnnie. He scrambled out of the tree and legged it toward the far side of the ten-acre lot. William had hitched far out on a high limb, where every boy knows the sweetest cherries grow. His heart must have stood still when he saw Johnnie’s actions. “Come back,. you fool!’ he screamed at Kelly’s fast receding back. “The tree’s the safest place! You can’t outrun a bull! Climb up here quick!” To the dismay of William, Johnnie turned and executed a. war-dance. “Ha, ha!” laughed the chore-boy, “if I couldin’t beat that bull . . .” “Look out, look out!” yelled William. “Look out yourself!’ roared Johnnie, pointing to a spot below William’s perch. “The bull’s sittin’ under the tree.” William looked down, and nearly fell off the limb in his surprise. S¢T JA!’ snorted the con- stable. “It’s young William Spreggs back from school who starts showing off what he’s learnt in the city, hey? I’ve been layin’ for (Continued on page 50)

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leche. Cure @y DA ‘ ae ~ HE best way to feel good and make yourself feel good is to sing. Get up in the morning singing, go to bed at night singing, but be mighty careful that the other fellows are good- natured when you commence that singing business in the morning. The Chief had a favorite lullaby with which he used to sing Mr. Vreeland and Van Vleck to sleep —that is, when he could dodge the frying- pans, moccasins and various things which in their exuberance of pleasure and de- light they were prompted to donate to him —in their hurry forgetting that they were hard utensils and not soft bouquets. Photograph 1 shows Scout Van Vleck in the act of showing his appreciation of one of the Chief’s songs by throwing him a winter bouquet of snow. We will not say what happened to Scout Van Vleck after the bouquet was thrown, but we will say that discipline which includes respect for superior officers must be maintained, and a snow- laden forest offers a splendid opportunity for maintaining it. Mr. Vreeland thought so much of that lullaby that he has writ- ten the notes for it. It is one handed down to the Chief from his pioneer ancestors, and it is sup- posed to have a very soothing ef- Photograph No. 1 18 es a Slate = ti a fect upon the listeners,—though this was not always true in our camp. It is the same lullaby that put Abe Lincoln to sleep when he was a baby; it is the lullaby that Daniel Boone’s mother sang to him; Kit Carson knew it; probably George Wash- ington did, too; and now you fellows know it. It goes like this: “Oh! thé Biggest foel I ever saw was an Indy from Choctaw. “He wore his a _ shirt outside his coat, and his breeches but- toned round his throat.” The refrain is “Rock the babe till Mom comes home; Rock the babe till Mom comes home,” ete. It is a sweet and pretty nur- sery rhyme, though not the kind to please a little Lord Fauntleroy. ren is a great thing! It will soothe the savage soul—but the trouble at our camp was that the Chief’s mates had not savage souls. Mr. Vreeland keeps the Sabbath scru- pulously like every other good scout, and so the Chief would sing most on the Sabbath Day. Sunday morning he would give them the old. hymn that he learned from the colored people down South. “Ain’t this a mighty pretty morning, Good Lord! Good Lord!” and when the late sleepers would sit up and scowl at him he would finish off with: “The Debil’s mad and I am glad, Good Lord, Good Lord! he missed a soul he thought he had, Good Lord, Good Lord!” That is a fine song at five o’clock in the morning when the Photograph No. 5 BOYS’ LIFE Photograph No. 6

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viiw Photograph No, 3 camp and the trees and the ground are all covered with wet snow, and everything is cold but the fire and the heart of the singer; but the modern up-to-date man and boy are late risers and music, no matter how lovely it may be, seems to irritate them at five a. m. on a cold morning, when the winter is singing its own song. All of us old-fashioned scouts were taught to rise early, but the modern people sleep so late that the gov- ernment has had to set all the clocks ahead an hour in order to get the people up in time for a Hoover breakfast. “You say that winter has no song, No melody or clear or fine, Only rude winds that trumpet long,— But you forget the singing pine!” Fr was while the pines were singing and the geese honking that we put Scout Van Vleck through some of his tests, and one of them was that of bridge building. We have already told you about the shack he made, and by the way, to show the effects of the schooling he received last October, we are glad to announce that he is now an Eagle Scout! Scout Van Vleck made the bridge with- out nails, twine or rope with which to bind The Boy Scouts’ Magazine : Photograph No. 7 it; then we piled all the duffel on the bridge and we climbed on it ourselves while he photographed it so as to prove that it would hold a heavy weight. And it did, (see photograph 2). We hunted for the sniffer and were going to put him on the bridge. too, but he wouldn’t stay put, and so we photographed him on the ground. Here he is, (Photograph 8). In the next issue we will show you how the nightmare photograph was taken, and also disclose other secrets of the photo- grapher; ‘we intended to leave that as a puzzle for you but the Editor queered the game by the legend he put under it. How- ever we forgive him, for he is a good fellow even if he is an editor. We will now say, however, that the bear in the photo- graph here (Photograph 4), which is caus- ing so much surprise to the scouts, was Photograph No. 2 photographed by the Chief on a pre- vious trip to Quebec. It was a real live bear too! Where the bralé coun- try (Photo- graph 5) has not been burned over too fiercely, the fire leaves acres of flag poles, poles that might be utilized in bridge building, or other constructive work, but are now being allowed to stand until another fire comes along and consumes them. It is thus, boys, that we men are allowing the vast inheritance of natural wealth, which should be yours, to go to waste and be destroyed. But that we may prevent this as much as possible, a few of us have put the treasurer of the Boy Scouts, Mr. George DuPont Pratt, Commissioner of New York in charge of such things, and the Conserva- tion Committee of the Camp-fire Club of which Mr. Vreeland is a prominent mem- ber, and of which the Chief is a less promi- nent member, is doing all in its power to save this natural wealth of to-day for the men of to-morrow. That means you fellows. HERE are two animals in the woods which are now very much sought for because the overcoats they wear are becoming more and more valuable and (Continued on page 40) Photograph No. 4 19

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ABBITS are the prettiest and cleanest animals to keep as pets that I know anything about—and I know a good deal about pets— for when I was a boy I had cats, dogs, white rats and mice, pigeons, crows, canaries and a few others. But rabbits require much more care to keep properly than dogs or cats, and there seems to be no end to their capacity for consum- ing vegetable and grain foods. Our city backyard is only 20 by 60 feet, so I adopted the plan of keeping them in movable runs, both to protect them from some possible stray dog, which might happen by, and to give the grass out- side of their run a chance to grow before they mowed it down to the roots. It will not be necessary to go into much detail regarding the rabbit houses, but it is well to have them large enough for the comfort of the rabbits at all times, and during all sorts of weather. One satisfactory house is a yard square and about two feet in height. Three-quarters of the top, or “roof,” is hinged, so the whole floor is easily cleaned, or the rabbit taken out with- out pulling out most of the house bedding material with him. This hinged top will be found a great con- venience, especially when a nest of baby bunnies are within, for one may raise the top and look right down into the cosy nest without disturbing its occupants. For roofing I have heavy tarred paper, held by bricks. The sliding door is of wire screen, but during the bitter cold nights of the winter a solid board blind can be put up in the screen window and bunny, nestled down in the small box of straw kept in one corner of his box, will be as comfort- zble as any rabbit could wish to be. It is really astonishing how much extremely cold weather even very young rabbits can stand, but when hot weather comes, they seem to feel the heat considerably, and pant while lying down. until they shake all over. It is very interesting to study the 20 Scout William Bradford and his bunnies peculiar habits and actions of rabbits, as they are so different from those of other pets you may have had. For instance, if a water can is kept in their house, they will be sure to tip it over and spill the water all over their floor, so it is best to keep their water cup outside in the run, unless it can be fastened down in some way in‘the house. They have very little respect for any dishes, and often treat their grain dish the same way. I have them all “take their meals out,” so the house-floors are not littered: with food. For flooring, there is about two inches of sawdust spread over, and some hay and straw over that. This keeps the floor very clean at all times, and is changed once a week or so. It is not necessary to have any top cover to the runs, unless large dogs can get in to them, for the rabbit will never jump over them, even if they are only 30 inches high as those I used. A full grown rabbit will give any cat more battle than she bargains for, so there is noth. ing to fear from cats, unless there are young rabbits; then look out, and put a screen top on the run. On ours we have a removable screen framed top which may be used as a side with an- other set of screened frames, forming another run. These runs are placed up close against one of the boxes, so when the slide door is opened, the rabbits may run about. We usually leave the doors open all day and allow the rabbits to go in or out as they like, but at night all bunnies are shut up in their hutches. I suppose every one knows that rab- bits will ruin gardens, and they are very expert diggers also. The runs keep them where you want them, and as the male shows the most desire for digging, the wire netting on his run comes six inches below the side lower bars, and is then turned under so it lies flat on the ground or grass. This will discourage him dig- ging under the bars to get out. When nesting time comes, the mother rabbit gathers dry grass and fur from the under part of her body, and in one corner of the box, farthest from the door, she builds a most comfortable nest for her babies. In the construction of this nest there is hay or dry grass and fur mixed, until it approaches the center of the nest when it is all fur—a small hatful of it! Can you imagine a more soft and com- fortable cradle for five young bunnies to (Continued on page 45) oa BOYS’ LIFE

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de weed Osepb B.Ames itrated As FORREST ORR CHAPTER VI Tue Aquatic MEET A T six-thirty even the penetrating pores of reveille failed to rouse Alan Blake from his slumbers. It was only when he felt someone tugging vigorously at his shoul- ders that he grunted, rolled over, and opened his eyes reluctantly. “Setting up exercises in two minutes,” said MacNair, smiling down on him. “You certainly were tearing it off, all right.” There was something so infectious and wholly friendly about his smile that Alan, still half asleep, grinned back before he remembered that this was one of the fellows he had determined to have as little to do with as possible. Promptly the smile merged into a frown, and stretching out his arms, he yawned. “Any sensible person would be,” he returned curtly. “This is one sweet time to have to get up.” MacNair turned away without replying, and Blake yawned again, elaborately. It was in the midst of this second yawn that memory suddenly awakened, and for an instant the boy lay there, eyes wide, mouth half opened, a picture of arrested motion. Then, catching Maury’s languidly curious glance fixed on him from across the tent, his mouth closed with a snap. A moment later he had slid out of the blankets, thrown off his pajamas and was reaching for his swimming suit. At first it seemed as if what had startled him last night must surely have been a part of his dream. In fact, he even tried a little to make himself believe that this was the explanation of what would otherwise be inexplicable. But as he thought it over, especially with brain cleared by the vigorous calisthen- ics and the refreshing plunge that followed, such a solution became more and more impossible. He remembered it all too clearly—the struggling out of that nightmare, his relief at finding himself awake, the drowsy staring out across the moon- lit water, and then the silent coming of the sloop. He even remembered looking at his watch and finding that it was twenty minutes of twelve; it was all much too distinct and real to be a dream. Yet, if it were not a dream, what could possibly be the explanation of the mystery? “No ghost could sail a perfectly solid absence from camp will be granted this afternoon.” Some of the boys chuckled a little as they left the tables but Blake could see nothing amusing in the situation. “It’s the extreme limit!” he grumbled to Spero and Hodges who had fallen into step with him. “Of course, it’s nothing to me how many foolish contests they run off, but the idea of making everybody sit around and watch them is sickening.” “Aren’t you going in for anything, then?” asked Spero. Blake sniffed. “I see myself! If you can get any amusement Ss that sort of thing, you’re welcome. Kid stuff—that’s all it is.” “Oh, I don’t know. There are four or five fellows who aren’t half bad. Take Mac, for instance, or Jarvie Kane, his chum; they’re both dandy swimmers, though of course Mac can put it over Jarvie when he wants to. He'll probably cop most of the swimming events.” Blake’s lips curled a little. “It’s my opinion he’s just one big bluff,” he said. It really wasn’t his opinion at all, though he tried to make himself believe it. He had already noted MacNair’s accomplishments both in athletic and other lines, and even accorded the fellow a sort of grudging recognition. But Spero’s unexpected praise grated, making him curiously peevish and irritable. At first he planned to ignore the whole affair pointedly and spend the afternoon in his tent. But later he decided that this would be even more boring than playing the part of on- looker. So when the crowd began to drift toward the dock about two o’clock, he followed leisurely, found a comfortable place against a rock and prepared to watch and criticise the proceedings. H® had scarcely settled himself when he noticed, standing alone a little to one side, a slightly built, pale faced boy he had seen ‘several times about the camp, but whose name he had never troubled to inquire. There was, indeed, nothing special about the lad to excite either interest or curiosity ; he was one of the smaller fellows Alan always made a point of ignoring, and seemed a rather insignificant specimen at that. But at this moment he was watching the preparations for a seulling race which started off the program, with a nervous intentness and an odd mingling of long- sloop the way that fellow did. Gee! I wish I knew what it all meant. I believe I'll take a sneak around there after dinner and look things over again.” UT when breakfast was over and the announcements for the day were given out, Alan found that the afternoon was to be devoted to an aquatic meet, and Mr. Stratton urged every boy to enter in one or more of the events. “Even if you feel quite sure of being beaten,” he said from where he stood be- side the leaders’ table, “it’s good sports- manship to go in. Besides, there’s enough variety in the events for everybody to have a chance at something. So let’s all get together and put this through with a rush and we'll have a lot of fun out of it. All entries should be in Mr. Hildebrand’s hands before dinner; and in order that you may give your entire attention to the meet”—he smiled a little—‘“no leave of The Boy Scouts’ Magazine ANNA What’s Gone Before LAN BLAKE, coming unwillingly to a boys’ summer camp, sees pn the train a sinister looking man with a livid scar across his cheek. Later, when with Hildebrand, Assistant Camp Director, and several other boys, he starts off in the Sea Coot for Ram Island, “the man with the scar” appears again, —- stealthily from the window of an o ‘warehouse. Next day, Alan, with Spero, Phelps and Hodges, explores a deserted beach, near which is a tumbledown hut and an abandoned sloop tied up to a dock. Spero tells Alan the gruesome tale of its owner who was found drowned by his dock and how another man, at- tempting to take away the sloop, saw the ghost of the man in the cabin. Then that night Alan, waking suddenly, sees the Haunted Sloop gliding by in the moonlight. QM ing and aversion that at once caught Blake’s attention. “Looks as if he’d like to go in but was afraid of being beaten or some- thing,” thought the older boy. “Queer little runt, he is.” Then Hodges and Tracy Phelps came up, and Alan promptly forgot all about the smaller chap. The sculling race was just starting. At a signal the five flat-bottomed boats, each propelled by a single oar at the stern, left the starting point. Three of them, occupied by MacNair, Jarvis Kane, and Gardner, instantly forged ahead. Ted Kincaid was in one of the others, and his efforts to make speed convulsed not only Blake and his companions, but the larger audience gathered about the landing. Bending almost double over the stern, with oar thrust deep into the water, he worked it frantically back and forth with a vast display of energy but 21

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with so little skill that before he had made a dozen yards the oar slipped suddenly from his grasp. Lunging forward wild- ly to grab it, he tottered, struggled for an instant against the inevitable, and then struck the water with a tremendous splash. A roar of delight went up from the on- lookers, and when Kincaid’s freckled face, expanded in a wide grin, cleaved the water, shrieks of facetious comment and advice were hurled down upon him. “Some sculler, kid!’ “Hustle up and you'll catch ’em.” “Push the boat; maybe that'll count.” Treading water, Kincaid thrust back a dripping lock of sandy hair from his eyes and blew & kiss after the rapidly depart- ing scullers. Then with calm deliberation he secured the oar, placed it in the boat, and with both hands on the stern of the latter, kicked his way back to the landing. “Don’t tell the chief,” he said in a stage whisper, as he climbed up, “but I just had to have that dip. Needed it to brace \ 2 - me up for the canoe race.” HE incident entertained Blake not a little, but though he seemed to be giving it his whole attention, he did not once lose sight of the leading scullers. Kane soon dropped behind, but MacNair and Gardner seemed to be uncommonly well matched. They kept close together all the way out to the marking buoy, but there MacNair, by some skillful ma- noeuvering, secured the inside place and with it a lead of over a boat length. On the home stretch Gardner closed up a little, but they finished with his opponent still a few feet ahead. Blake greeted the announcement with a frown. “Gardner should have won,” he stated curtly. “He’s the better man. If it hadn’t been for the other fellow cutting in on him at the buoy he’d have made it easy.” “Mac’s pretty good at anything on the water,” remarked Phelps. “His people have a summer place up on the Cape, I believe, so he ought to be more or less of a shark.” Blake made an impatient movement, but before he could reply, an interruption came from just beyond where they were sitting. “Don’t, Russ—please don’t,” cried a rather shaky voice, not loud, but curiously penetrating in quality. “I—don’t want to.” Turning his head, Alan saw the slim, pale-faced boy he had noticed a while Aas a: quick movement he twisted the lad’s hand around be- hind his back. “Drop it, Gilcrist!” said Blake suddenly. “Turn him loose. ’ Gilcrist turned abruptly and stared with open mouth. “Huh?” he growled. “What are you butting in for? What business is it of yours?” “It’s mine because I make it so,” re- turned Blake curtly. “Why don’t you pick on someone your size?” He stood up suddenly and with equal _abruptness Gilcrist dropped the small boy’s hand and moved away, grumbling inaudibly. Blake frowned after him for a moment and then glanced at the other. “What did he want you to do?” he asked briefly. “Go out on the—end of the—dock with him,” stammered the boy. “Humph! Didn’t you want to?” The other's lids dropped in embarrass- ment; a faint color crept up into his deli- cate, pale face. There was something curiously appealing about him that affected Blake unex- pectedly. “N—no,” he murmured. “I—I’d rather stay here.” Alan laughed a little. “Well, you’ve got good taste, any- way,” he said. “What’s your name?” “Chesley—Ray Chesley.” “Ray!” Blake laughed again. “I know a girl named that. Guess I'll call you Chess; it sounds better. You may as well sit down here with us if you want to and that big stiff won’t bother you again.” The boy’s lids lifted and he cast at Blake a glance of shy, surprised gratitude that almost embarrassed the older chap. | Ne widen no further attention to Chesley, who timidly seated himself on the sand close by, he turned his attention to the boat races. MacNair had not entered in these, and Gardner had things pretty much to himself. Kincaid paused on his way past the group. “By the way,” he said to Alan, “aren’t you going to show us any stunts this afternoon ?” “Hardly,” shrugged Blake. “This sort of thing doesn’t strike me as exactly worth while.” “No, I suppose not,” smiled Kincaid, his expression elabo- rately innocent. “Mac’s sure to cop everything in the swim- ming. Still, before, strug- gling weakly to escape the grasp of Rus- sell Gilcrist, a stocky, square- built chap with big hands and a thick neck, who had a berth in Blake’s own tent. Alan had not fancied him from the begin- ning, and _ his eyes narrowed. “Come ahead, you poor boob,” urged Géilcrist stridently. “You do as I tell you.” But as_ the smaller chap still hung back, the other’s hand slid down from arm to wrist, and with a 22 The boys on the shore saw Alan fling himself forward ahead of “MaeNair you might draw a second or a third, you know” He walked on, blithely whistling. Blake stared afterhim, biting his lips and striving to keep down the wave of angry irritation that surged over him. meh i tS ied murmured Phelps. “It’s al- most a pity, Blakie, you didn’t go into a few of the stunts just to show those guys where they get off.” si f “— wren | - ‘ oot had,’’ growled : 2 73: |} Blake impul- sively. BOYS’ LIFE i oe

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VIIa There was a pause, broken unexpectedly by the low, almost timorous utterance of Ray Chesley. “Is it—too late? Couldn’t you—er—enter now?” CHAPTER VII Tue Race LAKE turned on his side and stared at the boy in frank surprise. “Enter now?” he repeated. “Humph! But I’m not dressed, and anyway old Hilly probably won't take any names as late as this.” “ITI should think he might,” said Chesley eagerly. “You’d have plenty of time to put on your suit. There’s the life saving and canoe race before the swimming.” He sat up straight, eyes bright and a spot of color glowing in each cheek. “If he only would let you enter, I—I’m sure you’d—win.” , There was a note in his voice which oddly embarrassed Blake, and he laughed to cov- er that unwonted feeling. “Chess, old man,” he drawled, “you certainly have some gray matter in that noddle of yours. Hanged if I don’t be- lieve P’ll try it. At least it'll be a good chance to have a decent swim.” Getting on his feet, he shook off the sand and strolled over to where the assistant camp director stood scanning some slips of paper. “Is it too late to enter some of the swimming contests, Mr. Hildebrand?” he asked carelessly. The young man glanced up, frowning a little. “It cer- tainly is late,’ he said im- patiently. “Why didn’t you come to me before?” Alan smiled. He had a rather nice smile at times, mirthful and infectious. “I didn’t feel in the mood then,” he returned airily. “I sup- pose this excitement and emu- lation and all the rest of it must have stirred me up. Couldn’t you slip my name in somewhere?” Hildebrand’s lips twitched at the other’s whimsical manner. “I suppose I could,” he conceded. “It’s a bit irregular, but— what do you want to enter? Quarter-mile and forty yards? All right. Hustle into your suit. The forty yards comes right after the canoe race.” With a hurried “Thank you,” Blake turned swiftly toward his tent. He was unconsciously not a little thrilled and ex- cited at what he had sneered at as‘ kiddish a little while be- fore. While dressing he told himself that he merely wanted to take the superlative MacNair down a peg or two and show the others that there was someone else in camp who occasion- ally did something in the athletic line. But down underneath all this was really a touch of that keen enthusiasm which comes to every genuine boy at the prospect of pitting his skill and strength in a contest. He was back on the dock, cool and nonchalant, as the fellows were finishing the-canoe race. “Everybody out for the forty-yard swim!” called Mr. Hilde- brand sharply. Blake smiled carelessly as he moved off. But later, stand-

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Without the slightest warning the man whirled around * Across one cheek a livid scar stood out ing on the float with the others he began to wonder whether there could be a chance of his rival’s coming out ahead after all. He had a very comforting belief in his own efficiency. Never having seen the fellow in a race, he had attributed Mac- Nair’s reputation, which was growing so irksome to him, to the indiscriminate praise of a lot of kids who didn’t know what real swimming was. The possibility that it might be founded on something more substantial was not altogether reassuring. “Still I guess I can go him one better,” he murmured. “On your mark!’ came in Mr. Hildebrand’s clear yoice. “Get setts ve. Gor’ T HE many. contestants were rather crowded on the float and Blake’s pesition was between Kincaid’ “and Barstow. At the crack of the pistol he launched forward in a long, shallow dive which ought to have gained him the excellent start he had planned for. Unfortunately, through carelessness or lack of skill, Kincaid swerved the least trifle to one side and the two collided glancingly just under the water. The interference was slight, but in a short race it could not help but count and Blake was filled with in- stant anger. “You bonehead!” he ex- claimed impulsively over one shoulder. “Why don’t you learn how to—” Then, realizing that he was wasting precious breath, his jaws snapped shut and he lunged forward with all the power he could put into his stroke. Slap, slap, his hands struck the water with beauti- ful precision. At each swift, upward twist of his head he gulped in the air mechanical- ly. From time to time he was conscious of another splash- ing body near him, but he felt no exultation when he forged ahead. There was only bit- terness and'a sense of angry injustice in the fact that his start had been delayed and *» « that MacNair must surely be ahead. “And he wouldn’t have been but for that ass Kincaid,” he thought furiously. “I'll bet he did it on purpose. I'll bet it was a put-up job.” The glimpse of a slim, brown body cleaving the water over to the left stung him to fresh effort. That was MacNair—it must be, for there was no one else ahead now. Desperately putting forth every ounce of strength, he managed to cut by a foot or two the other’s lead. But just as he was beginning to hope against hope, a sudden burst of cheering told him that his rival had crossed the line. A moment later he himself passed the stake boat and abruptly ceased his efforts. “Great work, Blake!” said a voice from close at hand. “You weren’t more than a second behind MacNair.” It was Mr. Stratton smiling down on him from the motor boat, but Alan did not respond; he was too sore and angry. “It might as well have been an hour,” he returned almost rude- ly as he swam past the boat. H® pushed his way unceremoniously through the throng that was shouting congratulations to the victor and came suddenly upon Chesley standing alone. “Well, Chess, you didn’t pick the winner after all,” he said (Continued on page 54) 23

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HERE are two kinds of aquaria available for scouts, from both of which much amusement and much knowledge may be obtained. An aquarium is not the fussy matter that some persons assert it is. Neither is it so simple a matter as the monstrosity sold in many places in the form of a glass globe containing a poor little suffocating gold- fish. What is the aquarium that nature has prepared for the fish? It is a pool ora pond which receives light only from above. Who ever saw a pond suspended in mid- air with the light entering it from every direction? Such conditions are unnatural and cruel. . The ideal artificial aquarium is a tub, a pail, or a tank sunk in the earth in the back yard. When I visited Dr. Burgin, of Philadelphia, I found him engaged, as shown in the next page illustration, in the delightful pursuit of caring for«a com- bination aquarium formed by little ponds and tanks in his back yard. Any Scout who likes to use tools can make a water- proof box by oiling the boards and using waterproof cement at the joints. If the tank is well made it will not require any- thing in the joints, since the dampness of the ground in which the box is to be sunk and the water within the box will prevent warping and the opening of the joints. A good substitute for the homemade box is a half-barrel or a lard tub, well cleaned, or an ordinary washtub; indeed, any re- ceptacle that will hold wa- ter will answer the pur- pose. It should be set in the earth because it looks more natural there with the surface of the water level with the surrounding ground. For goldfish, I was told by Mr. William T. Innes, of Philadelphia, a series of tubs and pails in an alley between two buildings is the best possible arrange- ment. At certain times in the day the sunlight streams into the water, while for the rest of the time the tubs remain well lighted but shaded. Mr. Innes publishes an excel- lent handbook of the aqua- rium and takes real pleas- ure in helping fellow aqua- riists. The only objection to the book is that it is chiefly restricted to the cul- 24 tivation of goldfish from the ornamental point of view, but after understanding the general arrangement of an aquarium the reader can readily adapt it to other aquatic animals, especially to small insects, com- mon pond fish, newts and similar little creatures that even an ordinary scoop net will capture. The subject is too extensive for us to explain in our department, but it is well discussed in Innes’ book, so far as aquatic plants and the goldfish’s insect enemies are concerned. An excellent magazine is “Aquatic Life,” published by Joseph E. Bausman, 542 East Girard Avenue, Philadelphia, Pennsyl- vania. Associated with him are some of the best workers in aquaria in the land. Get in touch with him and his associates for all kinds of aquaria and useful appli- ances. The interesting little magazine contains many good suggestions which even our youngest scouts can put into practice. Contrary to the popular impression, a salt-water aquarium may be kept in the home and does not require running water. The February number of the magazine re- ferred to has an excellent illustrated arti- cle on this part of the subject. cy picture of Dr. Burgin with his tubs and tanks in the back yard contains a practical suggestion to any scout who has a liking for the animals and plants in the water. A little experience will suggest a variety’ of interesting experiments. Many Some of the common forms of microscopic life in fresh-water aquaria. The antics of these and many other forms are “as good as a circus” when seen under a compound microscope. (Courtesy of Mr. William ters.” And if you can get it, T. Innes, Philadelphia) a city or village scout who makes an occa- sional trip into the country and has an enjoyable experience at some pond side, regrets that he lives so far from that pond. It may not have occurred to him that he can make a miniature pond in his back yard in the city. Some time ago I was talking with the owner of an estate on which was a lake exclusively for his graceful but expensive waterfowls. In the course of our conver- sation he said, “Many persons come here professing admiration for my lake or waterfowl. They tell me that they love such things, but, Mr. Scout Naturalist, they are not sincere. What they are ad- miring is the wealth that enables me to have this extensive equipment. But I be- gan in a small way, and any one who really loves waterfowl and has a little back yard can have at least a mother duck and a brood of ducklings.” He summed up his philosophic advice with this remark, “If you cannot get a lake with waterfowl, get a tub and a goose.” In the picture you see Dr. Burgin doing that, only he has more than one tub and no goose. In their place he has goldfish, water lilies and other aquatic plants. There is another side to aquatic study that appeals more particularly to your Scout Naturalist and, I presume, will appeal similarly to the average boy; that is, the study, no, not the study, but the satisfaction obtainable from all sorts of small things found in the ponds. Where is the scout who does not love to watch frogs’ and toads’ eggs hatch into tadpoles and the tadpoles gradually change into frogs and toads? A helpful book on that subject has been re- cently published. It is en- titled “The Life of Inland Waters,” by Professor Needham, published by The Comstock Publishing Com- pany, Ithaca, New York. Professor Needham is sure, looking back on his own ex- perience, that all boys will be interested in aquaria. I quite agree with him, for I know of no more fascinat- ing hobby. Write to the publishers and get full par- ticulars about the book, “The Life of Inland Wa- you will find it worth while. BOYS’ LIFE

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~~ Viind ye macy: glass tank is not necessary for a house aquarium. Small inex- pensive glass boxes that make desirable indoor aquaria, as well as glass tubs and jars, may be obtained from dealers. Do not buy a glass globe for an aqua- rium. These give a distorted view of the contents, and are evidently uncomfortable for their animal in- mates. Goldfish are pretty and interesting, but they are common in such globes and not enough can be learned from them by the aver- age student of nature. Fit up the aquarium as if you intended it for goldfish, then get something else. You can catch many things, but do not put too many into one aqua- rium. One of the most interesting aquatic animals is the common water snail. These are ordinarily kept in goldfish aquaria as scav- engers, to clean up the debris and take off the green material that grows on the sides of the glass. Most people think of snails as aids in keeping the aquarium clean, but I should like the scouts to try a few just as objects of interest. Do not get the impression that the water must be changed fre- quently. Experts with an aqua- rium rarely change the water, but when they do they filter it and return it to the tank. Your Scout Natu- ralist has an aquarium in which the water has remained unchanged for about ten years, and another bright and clear, with plants growing luxuriantly in it, with the water unchanged for nearly six years. Even an aquarium in a small open-mouthéd bottle may be continued for several months. The secret of success is to keep the aqua- rium, whether large or small, covered with a pane of glass to prevent too rapid evap- oration and the access of noxious gases and dust. Fish and the microscopic ani- mals do not breathe our air. They breathe the air dissolved in the water. That should be furnished by the aquatic plants which throw off the oxy- gen needed. When an aquarium requires constant “putter- ing,” there is some- thing wrong with it. The better the “bal- ance” between plant and animal, life in the aquarium, the less care does it need. HE Scout Natu- ralist’s favorite study is an aqua- rium for microscopic life. This may be small and inexpen- sive; a glass fruit jar, a wide open- mouthed bottle, or even a tumbler may contain much of in- terest. Put a little sand or fine gravel in the bottom or, if the glass receptacle The Boy Scouts’ Magazine is large, a few pebbles may be added. The pebbles or the sand will hold down a few aquatic plants that are needed, but with the plants known as algae no such anchoring is necessary. The fine thread- Courtesy of The New York Aquarium A small aquarium with water plants like algae spread through the water and present a beautiful appearance. In such an aquarium innumerable microscopic ani- mals may be kept. Here one enters a field so large that a lifetime may be devoted to the study of even one department of it. John Wiley & Sons, New York City, have recently published a magnificent six-dollar- book, entitled “Fresh-Water Biology,” by Professor H. B. Ward, containing more than a thousand pages and almost two thousand illustrations. A company of learned, grown-up boys who like to inves- tigate aquatic life have combined to pro- duce what may be called a scientific en- cyclopedia. We cannot begin where they Dr. Burgin of Philadelphia has an aquarium of ponds and tanks in his back yard leave off, but most of them began as 1 want you to begin, with some simple stud- ies of such things as are equally available to you. Fortunately the same New York pub- out almost at the same time a book with a rather impressive title, “Aquatic Microscopy;” but it is much less formidable than _ it sounds. The objects: which it de- scribes live in the water, and are so little that to the unaided eye many of them are ‘invisible or re- semble dancing specks or wrig- gling threads. These under the compound miscroscope reveal a world of wonders that one may study for weeks, even for a life- time, as the author, Dr. Alfred C. Stokes, has done. He lives in Trenton, New Jersey, and what he does not know about the ponds worth knowing. But the truth that I want to\impress upon every scout is that what these learned the scout can do in a small way. (y= more suggestion. Share your pleasure with others. If your troop has a regular place of meeting, fit up a troop aqnarium, either large or small, and’ deyote it to fish, to aquatic insects -or to microscopic life. When you go for a walk have one or two bottles in your pocket and bring home a sample of these green threads or of -the floating white specks which you will prob- ably call water fleas. Start with any lit- tle living creature, plant or animal, that you find in the water, and soon your inter- est will grow and you will realize what a big and wonderful subject this is. Then you will want to read about it. You will find that many grown-up boys have found pleasure all through life in some particular aspect of these water studies. Perhaps in your own town you kave such a grown-up student. Sometimes he is called a teach- er of biology, some- times he is called a man with a hobby. In either case he will help you, but if you find something that no one in your vicin- ity can _ identify, write to the Scout Naturalist at Ar- cAdiA: Sound Beach, Connecticut. There is a very good inexpensive handbook, “The Care of Home Aquaria,” by Raymond C. Os- burn, Ph.D., pub- lished by The New York Zoological So- ciety, New York City. With this at hand, you'll have no trouble with your aquarium, whatever occupant it has. 25 lishers, John Wiley & Sons, brought . and ditches of that vicinity is not . ry fellows have done in a large way -

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Y had heard of him before. In- deed he had seen his machine on two occasions when he first ar- rived at the aviation grounds be- hind the V sector, but that was months ago, and for some strange reason very little had been heard of him or said about him for weeks. Le capitaine feroce the Poilus called him, and he was a Boche pilote with a reputation,—a killer, a real ace, whose purple machine with its black skull and crossbones was one of the sky terrors of the sector. It was by the misfortune which this killer brought to DeNyce and Labouret, two French pilotes, that Cy and Rodney received their transfer to the division of air fighters. The Mad Captain had come darting over the French lines, almost dar- ing an aviator to come up and give him battle. The fiery tempered Labouret had accepted the challenge and gone dashing skyward to battle with the Hun. But hardly had he opened fire when something went wrong with his engine and he had to come down; and then the Hun, taking ad- vantage, dashed at him and riddled him with bullets. This was too much for DeNyce, who was just then taking to the air, and he also entered into combat with the Hun, only to be driven down and sent to the hospital more dead than alive, while his machine was totally wrecked. So two more victories were added to the Mad Captain’s string and two men were out of service, one forever, and one for months at least while he recovered from bullet wounds. And by the same token two men were needed to fill the ranks of the escadrille. So Cy and Rodney, being next in line, were appointed for battle- plane service. “Jiminy, it’s tough for DeNyce, and poor old Labouret, but it’s luck for us, eh, Cy?” queried Rodney, as with barracks bags

26 = = ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ - =~ pod over their shoulders grunted Rod. Then he added: “Huh, a they hurried across regular mist blowing over from the north- the flying field toward east, doggone it. Won't be able to see our their new home with hand before our eyes if it keeps up. No the fighting unit of visibility at all.” the air service. “Good,” returned Cy. “Hope it keeps “Right. And now I up. Then those bum bombers won’t go out suppose it’s our job today and we can rest up. Don’t feel a to clean up le capi- bit like flying. Do you?” taine feroce just to “Nope,” answered Rod laconically. - square accounts. But the mist did not thicken much; it What?” said Cy dryly just hovered round to make the weather as he looked at Rod- damp, chilly and unpleasant and keep ney and grinned. everyone wondering whether it was thick “Oh my, yes. Sure enough to keep them from flying or thin thing. We'll put one enough to let them go up. Cy and Rod, of the best German with Chauncy, Godoff, a young Kussian, aces out of commis- Zends and two other fighting airmen hung sion. Believe me, if around waiting word to do one thing or I see this Mad Cap- the other. tain guy anywhere But presently, over the telephone, from within a dozen miles I’l—I’ll—well I'll the flying field beyond the hill to the south, fly like the dickens right straight home,” word came that the bombing escadrille said Rod. was preparing to take to the air. “Shus-s-s-s, don’t talk that way, Rod. “Ah, Monsieurs, up you go,” cried the Any one hearing you would think you were sous-lieutenant, who reported the orders. serious,” admonished Cy. “Well, there’s nothing but to do it then,” “Well, but I am,” assured Rodney with grunted Cy, pulling down his hood and a grin. slipping on one gauntlet. “I know it,” replied Cy grinning too. “Awright, I’m for it,” said Rod, as he “an’ man dear, I feel the same way about fell in beside Cy and the group of airmen it. That fellow had rotten good luck and swung off toward the hangars. I’m not hankering to meet up with him.” But Cy little guessed how soon he was to “meet up” with the daring Hun and how the meeting was to result. E ( Getting settled in the new barracks Zyr short expanse of wing, and being assigned to machines con- ‘er went up from in front of sumed almost the entire first day, but by the hangars like a flock of sparrows, and the time Rod and Cy were ready to press with Flight Lieutenant Villaire in the lead, the wrinkles out of their blankets that swept swiftly away to the southward, night, they found themselves in command mounting higher and higher until they of swift, formidable looking, but—when topped the hill at a thousand feet. This compared with their “double” Niewports— was about as high as their pilots could go very tiny Sopwith machines, both single and still distinguish objects on the ground command planes and both carrying ugly through the mist. Cy and Rodney were looking Lewis machine guns on the rails of trailing out toward the énd of the right their cockpits. Moreover, they had in side of the triangle formation, and as they their possession orders for their first .as-,% wover the hill, both could see the signment with the fighting escadrille, which -héa¥y-double command Nieuports, twelve was to be the convoy of a bombing esca- of them in all, mounting upward like big drille behind the German lines next. heavily laden fish-hawks. morning. But they, had little time to watch the bombers for they had to keep their eyes on aN ‘THE morning of their Lieutenant -Villaire’s machine. He was second day with the air rocking his darting vehicle as a signal to fighters was hardly one to turn northward, and when the manoeuver inspire the young airmen, was executed, there came another signal and when they crawled out to spread out and keep directly over the from between their blankets at reveille, bombers, climbing higher as they came. and tumbled shivering into their leather Higher they mounted and higher until and moleskin flying garments, they both the mist that was blowing in shut out the felt a bit grouchy. earth below and showed Cy and Rod only “Bur-r-r, what a morning,” grumbled the twelve airplanes skimming through the Cy. upper haze. Then with the bombers safely “Well, it’s getting fallish, old scout,” protected by darting fighting machines BOYS’ LIFE aes ¢ , T= roaring little Sop- <a withs, with their pow- erful engines and their

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=I overhead and on either flank, the expedi- tion started northward at high speed. On and on they traveled, but as they moved the mist kept getting thicker and thicker and the air colder and more dis- agreeable. Cy, alone in his new machine, and for the first time in months flying without an observer or companion, felt very lonesome and very pessimistic despite the fact that he could see Rod’s machine just ahead of him and many of the other machines below him and on either side. “Doggone, there’s nothing to be gained by flying on a day like this,” he grumbled. They had gone nearly thirty miles, his instruments told him. Long since they had crossed over the battle line, for he had heard the roar of the big guns far below him. The raid was on a munition works at Simlich and Cy kept wondering how much longer they would have to travel before they reached their destination. HEN almost without warn- ing he and the rest of the big fleet burst through the wall of mist that was scudding be- fore a north-east blow, and plunged right into the very heart of the brewing storm. It required every ounce of energy to keep his plunging machine out of trouble. Below the air had cleared too, and he could see the ground through a bluish vapor which he knew was rain. And there, stretched out before him and his com- panions, was the big town of Simlich, with its smoke-belching munition works, its big railroad station, and its huddled houses. Like hawks the bombing escadrille plunged downward and while the fighting machines circled overhead and steered as true a course as they could over the city, the big Nieuports swept earthward and one by one let loose their heavy freight of bombs. — Here and there Cy could see black smoke balloon out like mushrooms on the ground, and at four places fiery red tongues and heavier smoke clouds followed as the bomb- ers swept over the munition works and turning, began beating back toward the southward. The dull hollow boom of the explosions rolled up to him and Cy with grim satisfaction noted that the raid had been very successful. “Thank goodness, that’s over. The Huns have lost a few thousand tons of ammuni- tion which they won’t shoot at us. Now tor beating it back,” he said to himself as he brought his plane up into the wind and cautiously started to turn. Ro beating back was another hae en- tirely. 4 and bounced on the plane surface like bullets. Dark gray, low hanging and ugly looking clouds were blowing in below them too, and Cy guessed that they were in for a lively trip. Indeed, in a matter of seconds the situation became very serious, for there they were, nearly twenty perfectly good airplanes and pilotes, twenty miles behind the German lines, in a brewing storm that threatened to drive them all to the ground. That would never do. They must all beat their way back, and that too in a hurry. It would be every man for himself and get back be- hind the lines as best he could. The wind was whipping and howling about menacingly, threatening every mo- ment to develop into a blow that would toss his light airplane completely out of the sky. Then there were cross currents too, and the big heavy storm clouds that drifted in below, or blew right past him, enveloping him and the machine in a dark, cold gray mist for minutes at a time. Then while emerging from one of these clouds Cy suddenly realized that save for Rod, whose machine was ahead of him, though down the wind a bit, he had lost the entire fleet. Not another plane was to be seen in that part of the storm-swept sky which he could see. Rod was having a hard time of it up ahead. Cy could see his little machine bucking and side slipping in a dangerous manner and Rod was diving or climbing and almost everything else to keep out of the path of the blow as much as pos- sible. Be with which he was not as familiar as with his old Nieu- port, was giving him all sorts of trouble. It bucked and slipped and plunged like a frantic steed, and it seemed so tiny as com- pared with the big “taxi” to which he was accustomed that he marveled how it stayed up in the air at all. But still the motor pounded, and still ‘the little machine sped onward, sometimes siding down the wind until it seemed as UT for that matter he himself was having a hard time of it too. The Sopwith, Within the last. few minutes the storm “if it would be tossed over and over and had increased in intensity. The wind was coming up fast, whipping rain and hail stones through the air until they bumped The Boy Scouts’ Magazine Whirled: about like a leaf, sometimes plung- ing across the air currents, and sometimes even turning and flying almost in the teeth of it. But always the light craft kept streaking southward and Cy realized that he and Rodney out yonder were making terrific speed. The miles that they had traveled through the mist shroud were al- most melting away under his machine. It was high time that they started lower to find out just where they were. Cy loked up and with his glance swept the expanse of sky between the cloud layers. Suddenly he grinned. There was a third machine in sight. Another one of the storm-tossed flotilla, he thought. He wondered who the pilote was. But as he wondered his grin changed to a frown. That wasn’t a Nieuport, nor was it a Sopwith or any other type of a French machine that he recognized. There was a war cross on either end of the upper plane. It looked more like a Gotha! It was a Gotha, a Hun machine and a battle- plane! “ist watched it interestedly for a moment, The Hun driver was having even a worse time than they were, for he was driving almost in the teeth of the wind, and his bigger wing expanse caused him no end of difficulties. Cy could see the plane yawn like a sail boat as it slipped and slid this way and that. The whole situation was clear to Cy. Here, probably, was a lone German raider who had taken ad- vantage of the mist of the morning to go off behind the French lines on some mis- sion. He too was caught in the storm and was now beating back. Cy guessed that they must all be in French territory now or else the Hun would not be so far aloft. He sensed this with relief, for he knew now that he and Rod could go down without being taken prisoners. 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speak, still dripped. Should he let him pass? Should he give him the freedom of the sky-lane unchallenged, or should he rush into battle? The Hun had spotted him and his com- panion now, Cy knew, for his plane turned slightly and started crossing down the wind so as to give the French machines a wide berth. Cy guessed that the Hun was not eager for a fight—not any more eager than he or Rodney were, for they were all having so much trouble in the storm that manoeuvering for a fight seemed almost out of the question. For a moment Cy was in a quandary. Should he dash at the Hun or should he pass on as the German was trying to do? But as he was debating, the Gotha, now almost in a line with him, came into a patch of gray light that showed distinctly the color of the fusilage. It was purple! And moreover, painted in black at the nose of the machine was the glaring skull and cross-bones, the insignia of le capitaine feroce! SN NSTANTLY _ thoughts of the fate of DeNyce (6) : through Cy’s mind. He could recall the picture of to the hospital. That image kindled a flame of anger—he saw red—revenge was the peril of his position, the reputation of his antagonist, were all forgotten, chine about and started swiftly down the wind, steering a course that would cross His right hand fingered the loaded Lewis gun in front of him, the gun he had not depend for victory, for he was challenging the famous Hun, and there could be no Down he swept, all alert and anxious. He was half a mile from the Gotha. The He was still trying to avoid the encounter. He was: hoping, apparently, to cross Cy’s mined to intercept him. He jammed on every ounce of power in the roaring cyl- of a mile away—a hundred and fifty yards —a hundred. The machines were nearing looked like a collision. But Cy thought grimly that even a collision would bring ful with his Lewis gun. A hundred yards away! Cy swung the judged the distance and the speed of the Hun and pulled the trigger. Cur-rang— Cy let loose the entire drum, raking the machine as he neared it. and Labouret flashed the sagging form of DeNyce being carried all he thought of. The storm, the winds, and in a flash he wheeled his ma- the Gotha’s path a hundred yards ahead. yet used, the gun upon which he must now backing out. Mad Captain had seen his manoeuvering. path and beat him out. But Cy was deter- inders in front of him. He was a quarter each other at perilous headlong speed. It the Hun to earth, if he were not success- gun barrel ahead of the flying Gotha, wang-wang-wang-wang, spat the shots, and That he scored several hits on the ma- 28 chine itself he was certain, for he saw the big birdlike thing wabble and buck. But the encounter ws not to be a one-sided affair. S Cy worked frantically fi\with his right hand to dis- engage the empty cartridge drum and insert another, the flash of flames leapt from the Hun machine and he heard the leaden messages whistle about him. One cut a wire strut as clean as a file could have done it. Another ripped through the fusi- lage, and several more pierced the wings. But the attempt of the Boche to come into action was his undoing for a moment. He was flying a too perilous course and had hardly started his machine gun when the wind caught his broad plane and made it buck and jump and side-slip like a wounded hawk. The Hun stopped fire and put all his attention on the machine. But he was too late. He could not hold the tottering thing to its course, and in self-preservation he was forced to do a quick virage, turn- ing completely about and heading south- ward. That manoeuvering saved the ma- chines from crashing, but Cy yelled like a Comanche when he saw. what had hap- pened, for the big German plane was turned completely about, was cut off from crossing into German territory and was driving down the wind straight before him and back toward the French lines. Cy yelled again, and sweeping forward, let go another drum of cartridge, regardless of the bucking and swerving of his machine. And then, out of the corner of his eye as he reloaded, he saw Rodney closing in from the right at the now fleeing Gotha. He saw flame jets leaping from his chum’s machine and he yelled encouragement, which of course Rodney never heard above the rattle of the Lewis gun and the thun- der of his motor. Still the Hun kept on. He was like a crow with two darting, shrieking and pecking kingbirds driving him where he did not want to go. He tried to drop lower; but Cy plunged down after him, raking him from tail to nose, while Rod- ney swept over him and poured a deadly fire from above. He darted this way and that, he tried a tail spin which was not successful and which, because of the wind, almost caused him disaster. He looped once, onky to come head on almost into the path of the Sopwith spitting flame from above. He tried to pique, but he found this far too dangerous, and before he had dropped a hundred yards he was back on even keel again, with the little Sopwiths clinging to his flanks. He tried to dart and squirm past them, while he poured shot at both in turn; but always the strong wind from the northeast was in the boys’ favor for he could not fly into it without disaster. Thus they battled up there in the gray black storm clouds, the Hun _ twisting and darting and manoeuvering every way to get out of the tight hole he was in, yet fighting always. And he was no mean an- tagonist and no poor shot, and the boys, in spite of their advantage in numbers and in the elements, had their hands full. Twice he jockied into position to rake Cy with lead, and the young American felt the hissing, ripping pellets tear through his machine. Two cut furrows in his leather jacket and several struts were parted. Rod, too, came in for his share of the German fire, for once he too got in the way of the dashing Hun, who poured nearly a dozen shots into his machine before he could flash out of danger. } teed hardly had Rod escaped from that perilous posi- tion when he plunged into an- other, and this time the Mad Captain implanted a telling shot, sending a bullet through the body of the Sopwith and puncturing the gasoline tanks. Instantly Rod shut off the juice for fear of firing his machine, and with a groan Cy saw that his chum could do noth- ing but glide earthward. For a moment the Hun seemed on the point of following up his triumph and dashing after the helpless machine. Cy sensed this possibility, and with a wild yell dashed toward the Gotha. But he did not move swiftly enough; the big German plane was already hovering over the glid- ing Rodney with machine gun hammering away. This insane desire to butcher the crippled pilot was the Hun’s undoing. Cy dashed downward swiftly, and closed in from the rear. Then like a flash he turned his machine and darted up under the tail of the Gotha, its one vulnerable spot, and a position from which the Hun aviator could not reach him with his gun. The Mad Captain saw the evolution too late. He tried frantically to get away— to turn—to meet Cy» head on—to defend himself—but as swiftly as he worked Cy worked faster. Coming up with the big purple body of the Gotha directly ahead and over him, he let loose again with a (Continued on page 46) yy’ SETS ae. BOYS’ LIFE

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es ee, XUM OW is the time when every good scout is proving his 100% loyalty to his Blessed Country. The nerve-racking, soul-trying, physical strain of the Third Liberty Loan is over, and a good rest is due for each and every one of those whose attributes, pos- sessions, gifts, and ideals are best sus- tained by close contact with Mother Nature. The most worthwhile method of getting the bracer that Nature has always had on tap for tired human-kind is to “carry on” to the very best of one’s ability the needful things that according to the season of year will insure maximum food production. In many sections the crops are up and growing strong. They need careful and frequent cultivation. Some of them need spraying. They all need careful daily watchful care that bugs and blights may be headed off to prevent the loss of a pound or an ounce of food. In other sections, the seeds have been planted, and are slowly growing, but are kept in check by the nightly reminder that winter has ¢$ been gone but a little time. In still other sections, . frozen ground or even snow prove conclusively . that winter still lingers. Even so, where the seeds - have been planted but are not yet up, or only the hardiest are showing above the ground, cultivation 7 is needed to open up the earth that all moisture may be retained and to destroy weeds and grasses which are easily killed while in their delicate, just-born state. In sections not yet ready for planting, manure can be hauled, lime laid in, tools put in bang-up shape, spraying apparatus repaired, miss- ing or broken parts replaced, sod land chopped up by the use of the disc or rotary harrow, the axe or the spade, fences re- paired,—all of which are signs showing that a boy Scout troop is making good on its promise to the World in general, the United States in particular. A SPRING JOB HOSE in the country, near the country, or in touch with the country, should get hold of some of the great quantity of eggs now being produced and selling very cheaply, and preserve them against the time when hens have lost interest in egg production, and eggs become scarcer and very high in price. The job is an easy one, and dates back to “Grandma’s” time. First, get an earthenware jar or a big butter crock. Clean it thoroughly; a brush soaked. in elbow grease and the faithfulness of the scout make an unbeatable combination. Thoroughly wash for a finish with good hot water, dry out well and then fill with @ mixture of one quart of sodium silicate, or “waterglass” as it is frequently called, and nine quarts of water which has been boiled to drive out the air present always in fresh water. Of course, any quantity necded can be made up in this pro- portion. The eggs should be placed in the crock very carefully, and every single egg should be clean, as well as newly laid. If they are badly soiled, do not try to The Boy Scouts’ Magazine preserve them. Use them for other purposes. And it will not do to wash in the usual way eggs that are only slightly soiled, although slight stains or dirt may be removed if done carefully by using a soft cloth and luke-warm water, or water to which a very little vinegar has been added. Real, sure- enough clean eggs are the one safe bet. After the eggs have been placed in the jar, ‘be sure that the top layer is covered by a couple of inches at least of the solu- tion, and eggs can be added until the jar or crock is filled. Then paraffined or waxed paper can be tied over the top of the jar to keep the water from evaporating. The crocks should be set somewhere in the cellar where it is cool and dry. Next winter you will find that eggs taken from this solution will taste as good as fresh eggs (and far better than the very high-priced eggs the average folks buy in the winter season) and at a cost of . only about two cents a dozen more than the farmer’s low price in the late spring and very early summer. GET A PARTNER Go to Dad, Uncle or Big Brother—yours or some one else’s. Show him this chance to make himself count in his country’s defense of man- kind’s freedom. He will quickly see it’s his chance to make good.’ His yearning to do his share of real work will be gratified; he will get up earlier, stay up later, use his holidays. In the care of grub producing plants he will secure the exercise he needs for health, and a substitute for his time- and expense-absorbing golf, automobile rides or constitutional walks. TEAM WORK SLOGANS Dad and Bill and Uncle Jack— Give them a chance to do their whack. Be Chums—team work wins. Enlist Dad or Jack or Uncle Will. Their troubles they pack in the old Kit-Bag But Scouts must raise their “Chow.” Get Dad to help so work won’t sag. Raise “Grub,” raise “Eats,” raise “Chow.” CROP SAVERS Many crops are injured or destroyed by insects and diseases unless these be controlled. The usual method of destroying in- sects is by means of poisons, Paris green, arsenate of lead and tobacco extract. The supply of poisons is very limited this year and they should be used very sparingly. Insects should be controlled so far as possible by hand picking. Diseases attack many garden crops but if good, clean cultiva- tion"is practiced and the plants are kept growing vigorously there will be little trouble with the various kinds of diseases. 29

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© Underwood & Underwood This should be entitled “What’s Coming On.” It is a picture of a British sea fighter IRST MUSEUM OF AUTOC- Bs: The great Alexander Palace at Tsarskoe Selo, former home of the deposed Russian Czar, may become a museum if popular desire has its way. <A writer in the New York Herald describes the contents as a strange hodge-podge of pictures and newspaper clippings hanging side by side on walls, hundreds of saints’ images of all sizes about the bedrooms, icons everywhere, libraries of books dating back to former rulers, walls hidden by wooden and silver testimonial plates presented to Nicholas on his journeys about his realm, tumbled heaps of gifts, many of them from Jewish subjects; such objects together with what may remain of documents and pri- vate records would constitute a remarkable exhibit of the Age of Autocrats. pity TIMES NINETY-SIX is 479. The will of a wealthy man who died recently in New York, bequeaths to a nephew the “sav- ings bank account... opened in 1820 by my grandfather when he was a boy by the deposit of $5, and now by the addition of interest alone amounts to $479.87.” The will was made in 1916. (A $5 War Savings Certificate costs $4.16.) SED CAMERAS AS STEP- ping stones to success. From the Philadelphia Ledger we gleam some interesting facts about the official photographer for the Penn- sylvania Railroad, William H. Rau, who must have begun taking pictures at early scout age. At nineteen he was sent around the world on a Government sloop-of- war to photograph the Transit of Venus, in 1874. He landed on a South Sea Island 500 miles from New Zealand and secured about a hundred views of the event, now very valuable plates. In 1881 he 30 while on patrol duty there photographed ancient ruins of Petra in Arabia, whose site had been unknown for centuries, and had to keep hordes of Arabs at bay while he did it. With his party Mr. Rau spent forty-five days in the desert and took pictures on Mt. Sinai. He has been the Pennsylvania’s photographer for thirty-two years, the story says, and what he has not “taken” in that time is still lying around somewhere for new “camera fiends” to get out after. we. TRUCK TRUCK. The Empire State Limited Transportation Lines, Inc., is expected to begin operating a motor truck freight line between Buffalo and New York on June Ist. This is an

© Committee of Public Information Here are the Yankee, fighters in a lookout post in the American trenches in France

British O ficial Photograph bucking the big waves in the North Sea interesting development of the automobile industry worth watching. NATION THAT IS GROWING UP. Not so many years ago Japan was a debtor nation without a gold reserve. For the year 1917 her foreign trade showed a balance in her favor of about $283,000,000, and the store of gold at home brought the national reserve up to about $500,000,000. Japan is rapidly increasing her annual pro- duction of iron and steel, the backbone of a nation, and is already a formidable com- petitor in world markets. This island nation’s bankers and business men are showing themselves to be men with a world- wide outlook, and in practically all direc- tions unless possibly the religious, Japan is rapidly stepping up alongside first-class nations. AR HAS NOT DE- stroyed fine impulses. Before the United States entered the war, a considerable number of Americans enlisted in the Canadian armies, and most commendable as well as human recognition has lately been shown by the Canadian Club of New York in undertaking the raising of funds for the depend- ents of those Americans, in Canada and among Canadians in this coun- try. Considering the ghastly bur- den which has been placed on Canada direct, this is a beautiful incident to recount. “< OTHER, MAY I HAVE A third piece of cake?” From the Food Administration it is stated that as many as 4,750,000 ople have died of starvation in urope because of the war, and that two-thirds of our average summer consumption of wheat must go to Europe this year to prevent still further piling up of such a horrible total. ink of that when you ask for your extra_piece. BOYS’ LIFE

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~~) YiiM LENTY ordered a general increase in the size of merchant ships for the future, and when one stops to consider the present lonely shipping on . the one-time commerce- covered seas, it is apparent that there will be plenty of elbow room for these bigger ships. UT HE GETS there. A writer in the New York Evening Sun tells us that the Pre- mier of Australia, Wil- liam Morris Hughes, ex- pected in the United States late in April, weighs less than 100 pounds (his predecessor in office, who has just left America, weighed nearly 400 pounds), and though not a well man devotes much time to outdoor ex- ercises and is a speaker of power. He is deaf, and when he takes part in debates, two secre- taries are at his side writing brief sum- maries of the speeches made, and on such information the Premier must rely in mak- ing reply to other speakers. He is now about sixty years of age. He is a Welsh- man, and began his career as an itinerant schoolmaster in the interior of Australia, walking from settlement to settlement, carrying a duffle bag, containing all his possessions, on his back. To pay for his bread he tended sheep and _ performed other farm services. In time he got into Sydney, where he opened a small store, and sensing a future for trade unionism, then in its infancy, made the organizing of industrial forces his work. From that point he rapidly advanced in political power. Underwood “(NENTRAL, GIVE ME THE OVER- land Limited.” A new device by which a train dispatcher can —— to moving trains has been successfully tested out in Canada. On the other hand, or rather the other border, the telephone com- panies are reported as having suspended telephone service between American and Mexican towns during the war so as to pre- ment military information going to Ger- : many by way of Mexico.

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Serving the eight-inch British howitzer shown in the cut at the bottom of this page teenth nation has now arrayed itself on the side of the Allies in the war against Germany. The Republic of Guatemala on April 22 declared that it occupies the same position toward the European belli- gerents as does the United States. This is virtually a declaration of war against Germany and Austria-Hungary. Germans own more than half of the coffee plantations, the chief crop of Guatemala. Besides the nineteen nations at war with Germany, seven others have broken rela- tions, and only about thirteen nations re- main neutral. These include, besides sev- eral South American countries, Spain, Holland, Switzerland, Denmark, Norway, Sweden and Mexico, and Holland is teeter- ing on the edge of the brink. HANGE YOUR MAPS. On April 22nd Bessarabia and Rumania entered into a union which is described as “definite and indissoluble,” one of the enforced fel- lowships of the war, though not in exact eg - accordance with the plans of Germany. Bes- sarabia con- tains 16,181 square miles ; mostly ready farm land. This change was

celebrated at Jassy. the change e| on your map.

note , ast CATCH YOUR GASOLINE, This is now the primary rule for enjoy- ing an automobile. It has recently been stated that motor vehicles in America have doubled in num- ber since 1916, and now total around 5,000,000, which means a consumption of 50,000,000 barrels of gas- oline; and as the Allies will practically require at least 10,000,000 barrels from us this year, the 1917 production of about 55,000,000 barrels will scarcely go ’round. OT SO MISTAKEN at that. Funny things happen even in the war zone, impossible as that might seem, and the New York Times tells about a fierce Ger- man bombardment with heavy shells lasting two days and two nights, to destroy a truck loaded (they supposed, and per- haps were not so mis- taken at that, with am- munition) with doughnuts and pies. If everything else fails, I don’t know but that some restaurants which I might mention could still keep the American army sup- plied with ammunition. However, not the least comical part in this affair is that the Germans took two days and nights to destroy this truck. PANKED INTO LOYALTY. New Zealand is reported in the news as penalizing everybody who does not sub- scribe to its $100,000,000 war loan, fining them double the amount of their income tax, and seizing their surplus funds for investment in the bonds. British O ficial Photograph E BP dae He ONE NATION’S LOSS IS another nation’s gain. The Wall Street Journal summarizes what Russia lost to the Teutonic powers as 13,350 miles of railroad (one-third of Russia’s total mileage): 78 per cent. of the total iron production, 89 per cent. of the coal pro- duction, 268 sugar refineries, 918 textile factories, 574 breweries, 1,800 savings banks, 188 tobacco factories, 1,685 distil- leries, 214 chemical factories, 615 paper mills and 1,073 ma- chine faetories. sat )

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BUZZING AROU JUNE G/ BUC FIRST PRIZE AWA For Contest Rules and Subjects, and SREB Se Bees and honey; but- terflies and butterscotch? These two 3. These two are happy in ‘aren't a bit Boys’ Life, jealous. ASOLO REL SE PATE ELI SL LIEN EL BESBR LD 6, 7 8, 9, and 10 Scout, Squirrels and 4. Tricks with a trek cart. POU ERT RARER EA RAR — = _ _ - — —— Pasay Ms y " ss 5. BY At the start & of the hike. # Ra Sy This kind of panhandling is in order. | PRUEBAS RIM ROSE eet ITT 15, 16 and 17. Scouts at 5 RS IN EE EE ORR IE EE ORNS ARORA DPE SRATEL PRET SERRE OO AE LOSI IO OLE LOLOL IRIE ee | SS 32 BOYS’ LIFE

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IUND WITH THE CAMERA BUGS AWARDED TO No. 6 Not an axe-dent; a beaver and 1G Up a tree— i oS. ‘aa : at |S 19. These houses go up, quirrels and Coon. ‘ : . tg m the rents go down 18 and 20. As in the days be- fore the white men came. uts at work, at play and at eats. ee J: SERA BOO RRR RE RRO ITTY LP ts PLOT OTIS TER,” Bate } The Boy Scouts’ Magazine | XUM |

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2 ae _ BUL LETIN _whet every fi A> By the time this reaches our scout field, the Third Liberty Loan Campaign will be a thing of the past, and every scout and scout official will be able to devote his full energy to the promo- War Savings Stamps Campaign tion and sale of Thrift and War Savings Stamps. 15,000,000 cards have been printed. Over 10,000,000 have been distributed. How many million have been used we do not know. One half a million have already reached the National Office. 1,010 boys have earned their achievement buttons. Herewith we print the name of the boy in each state who has the largest individual record as well as the number of boys in each state who have won achievement buttons, and the total amounts that have been sold in each state according to reports we have received, and the total amounts which have been sold by boys who have earned achievement buttons. We have also added an estimate by states of the amount of stamps sold in each state. It is very difficult to make this estimate because va- rious tests give different results, some as high as $36 per card; but on a basis of $12.50 per card, it shows that scouts have already been able to sell $5,998,987.50 worth of Thrift and War Savings Stamps. Good work, scouts! The Treasury Depart- ment officials at Washington, the various State Directors throughout the country, are enthusi- astic over what you are doing. From all sides we hear splendid accounts of your earnest and‘ effective efforts. Keep up the good work. As I write this material on May Ist, it is E Scout to . ‘ many Seams 0e impossible to know just what the efforts of the Save a Soldier Offici a] Scout Department conducted by JAMES E-WEsT. Chief Scout Executive aA Grub Scout button available to all engaged in scout garden work at 5c each or in lots of 50 or more 8c each wants to Know Both President Wilson and Secretary McAdoo have issued urgent appeals only today that every subscriber subscribe for an additional bond of at least $50. Our scouts are securing many such subscriptions, and it is hoped that the total result will far exceed that in the Second Liberty Loan Campaign. Whether it does or not, we may all alike have the satisfaction of realizing that we have done what we were requested to do by the Government officials, and that with but few exceptions, scouts and scout officials have shown a splendid spirit and are endeavoring to respond 100% strong in accordance with the agreement made by the National Council with the Federal Government. In the few communities where the scouts have not partici- pated, it has been due to misunderstanding on the part of adults and not because the scouts themselves were not willing to do as requested by the Government officials at Washington. Ginutinn tee President Wilson has given another opportunity to the Boy Cesk Welles Scouts of America to help win the war. This time it involves real scouting. The War Department needs black walnut in the manufacture of gun stocks, and the Signal Corps needs black walnut for the making of propellers for aeroplanes. The plan is to have scouts find standing black walnut of the size mentioned in the following letter, and on blanks which have been prepared by the War Department make a report so that these black walnut trees may be made available for use in the manufacture of aeroplanes and guns. The black walnut tree is a very valuable asset and it is therefore a wise scouts will be in ‘the Third Liberty Loan Cam- suggestion that is made by our National Scout Com- on Fae peer -missioner Mr. ury epartmen has happily des- Beard that where- ignated the Boy — WEST UNION ever a scout finds Scouts of Amer- a tree available, ica as the Lib- ne and it is finally erty Loan Re- Cc AB taken, the scout serve Corps. Cer- — should see to it tainly we all CeOnGE W. . ATKING, eSTenNeeNT NT O™ EEIVIGERS BROOKS, vice-raasio=Nt that three young know a trees are planted cause 0 e to take its place. thoroughness Baden-Powell April 23-1918 ” with which the Scoutoraft, President Wil- different local — son’s letter here- committees were Kindly present to King George and brother scouts greetings of with speaks for organized, the oo ogy y Fy. in U ye sage mo Fe bg a — Georges itself. Ask your ‘ . an o hin each one of us ie inspire or ané heroic. work of scouts as endurance of British people and is detersinea whatever sacrifice or er fd gleaners after time it may involve that our common cause of liberty an@ justice shall instructions. He the reapers has prevail against our common enemy Germany will know all been more difficult about this new than in any previ- West. opportunity to ous campaign. help win the war. 34 BOYS’ LIFE

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Warning S to Scouts THE WHITE HOUSE WASHINGTON April 25, 1918. To the Boy Scouts of America: In order to carry out the program of the War Department it is of the utmost impor- tance that large quan- tities of Black Walnut Lumber should be se- cured for its uses. Black Walnut is used by the Ordnance De- partment for the man- ufacture of gun stocks and by the Signal Corps for the manufac- ture of propellers for Battle and Bombing Airplanes.

just what he was really

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doing. He was taken up by the sentry, and visions of an alien plot to blow up New York’s water supply were perhaps rightly indulged in. After being held two days ! while proper inquiry was being made, the scout was released as innocent of all plotting intentions. The Army Major before whom he was first taken said they were “excellent maps.” This experience on the part of a New York

The location of Black Walnut Trees, the names of the owners, the sizes of the trees and the price at which they can be purchased is greatly desired. It is believed that the organization of the Boy Scouts of America is particularly well constituted for obtaining this information. There are no longer any large individual lots of walnut timber but there is a very large supply when collected into groups or centers; at the present time there are to be found only a few trees here and there scattered over the whole of the United States east of the Rocky Mountains. I, therefore, appeal to the well known loyalty of your or- ganization to secure for. the Government this desired information. In securing data, the owners of the Black Walnut Timber should be advised of our pressing needs and they should be requested to show their patriotism by doing all in their power to assist their Government in this great War. Wooprow Wiuson. making maps The recent arrest of a Boy cout of America who was near guarded property has caused much interest as to scout leads the National Council, through its Executive Board, to warn all scouts and scout officials that during the period of the war, the greatest care must be exercised to avoid making maps of bridges or military posts or operations. Furthermore, it is important that every scout and scout of- ficial carry with him at all times his membership certificate, so that he can identify himself without trouble in case of necessity. uniforms and scout pins. In this connection, attention is again invited to the de- sirability of scouts exercising the greatest care in wearing their scout pins on their hats and making sure that their uni- forms are neat and clean and that they present a creditable appearance wherever they may be in scout

ACHIEVEMENT BUTTON State No. Alabama _..... poeese # Willie Filton....... OO Ra J. Galbraith Gould. Arizona arion Young..... —, *hpostes se 40 enry E. ringer. Colorado... = — + ea B. Tertelbaum..... CUMMBONCRE: cccseses OF Harring Griggs.... ee, eee ree Eari S. Hearn.... Washington, D. C.... 2 Charles J. Graff... | Paar 2 John T. Bize...... CN. Si tctacensce 9 Morris Beldine ... DOE cednciscn cousins Raymond Bloomfield pO Rrra 38 Karl S. Moras.... ere 14 Howard Cheney.... dhecarer essences 43 Lester Gitchell..... NEE igo wstew ye 9 Elmer E. Jones.... Kentucky .....cc00¢ 40 Wurral J. Ades.... LOMMERB. “occ ex ceive s 11 Charles Black...... BD. os cinsctadeacs Maurice P. Pride.. pS PPPS Howell C. Lovell.. Massachusetts ...... 48 Paul Kittredge MEE Saves csseca . Robert D. Austin.. Minnesota 27 Ralph Sargent..... Missinsippit ....0050' — Missouri 73 Sales 354 44 134 41

Indéed it is better still for scouts to wear their uniform. STATEMENT <a ‘ esi thine At last we are able to Sal f Thrift and War Savin tam ve cou : by “Scouts ‘according to ‘States, giving Feed a Soldier announce definitely the name of Scout who has the highest record, the number of boys who have

presentation of War Ser- vice Emblems for work under the slogan

ualified for the Achievement Button, P the Macoagph-. S of Seles be (Continued on page 68) Achievement Button winners. AWARDS Total tal State No. Sales Amount Sales Amount Amount _— Sales Amount Montana. ...........- 8 286 3,880.00 2,000 25,000.00 sects 4,470 $55,875.00 Theodore Miller... 36 ~—-1,119.50 ’ ¢ DOR cdscves-cés. 10 325 9,947.00 3,425 42,812.50 2032.00 = 1,850 23,125.00 Carl Pidenet...... 53 2,856.25 "423.25 785 9,812.50 ae ry ar 6 286 734.50 1,860 23,250.00 111.75 Earl Murphy ..... 56 259.75 10,593.25 21,495 268,687.50 New Hampshire..... 3 187 363.50 3,835 47,937.50 1,657.50 Elwood F. Dickinson 114 209.25 384.75 3,800 47,500.00 New Jersey.......... 55 2,753 9,365.50 31,935 399,187.50 153.50 Thos. Winslow..... 11 968.00 14,675.00 11,245 140,562.50 New Mexico......... _ —_ 250 3,125.00 5,734.00 New York State....106 6,447 29,230.25 60,790 759,875.00 369.75 1,250 15,625.00 M. Gutman.... 76 121.00 327.25 North Carolina...... 97 462.00 3,425 42,812.50 126.25 1,965 24,562.50 omas Quickel... 30 255.25 88.2 North Dakota ....... — _— 3,215 40,187.50 2,039.25 3,050 38,125.00 i ee errs ree 2,794 34,524.25 40,085 501,062.50 1,510.75 Corwin J. Emmons. 34 5,088.50 3,390.00 5,625 70,312.50 GCRIAROME: a5. cc0.00609 200 983.75 3,800 47,500.00 1,090.25 BOS “Wisc cvccsss 44 404.75 618.25 2,295 28,687.50 OPRBID: a 6.u6:0'000 060500 _ — —— 1,695 21,187.50 535.25 Pennsylvania ....... 82 3,673 41,064.25 49,180 614,750.00 11,318.50 21,965 274,562.50 (Ss. M.) Edward 2,232.75 Hodgeon ........ 59 12,901.25 3,329.75 11,820 147,750.00 Rhode Island ....... 9 561 1,799.25 5,730 71,625.00 1,168.50 esley Haywood.. 182 597.75 ‘ 16,819.00 10,950 _ 136,875.00 South ae 244 2,872.00 3,300 41,250.00 2,508.75 John } Neal Sigwald 47 1,084.25 3,567.00 7,950 99,375.00 South sD Perr me - 1,575 19,687.50 960.25 DOMNEOD ok cccccose 18 704 7,430.25 6,325 79,062.50 16,812.75 20,385 254,812.50 William D. Pettway 45 1,900.50 4,009.25 ee eee 328 1,250.25 10,465 130,812.50 2,835.00 4,600 57,500.00 Frederick Blockson. 53 405.75 7 | Ree OSE CE Poe eee 227 1,406.50 6,760 84,500.00 118.00 3,635 45,437.50 Frank Gaeltz...... 91 1,122.25 82.00 VereieR oc cccccccs _— a= 4,320 54,000.00 532.25 5,970 74,625.00 Virginia ..... iceman — a 2,660 33,250.00 327.00 Washington ......... 33 209.00 9,235 115,437.50 9,519.75 22,280 278,500.00 Charles E. Mulford 33 209.00 567.00 West Virginia....... 378 5,392.00 4,175 52,187.50 3,113.75 15,020 187,750.00 Fred Gillespie. .... 38 2,236.00 480.75 , ee 328 5,580.50 7,965 99,562.50 8,529.25 14,150 176,875.00 Lawrence Walter... 46 2,121.25 2,041.75 Wyoming ........... —_— — 580 7,250.00 2,625 32,812.50 POROMEE - ovéndccctev a= — 750 9,375.00 4,017.75 11,400 142,500.00 1,109.00 Maas 06 cond cbact she deb kenscnavives 479,915 $5,998,937.50

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The United States Government Announces gana a series of booklets has been prepared setting forth how America was brought into the war, the high purposes for which we fight, and the methods and aims of our enemies. Your government desires that every American be given an opportunity to learn all the facts about the war. Every American should know why we entered this war. Every American should know how Germany wages war, and the story of her plans for world domination. Every American should know why we must fight on until the menace of autocracy is ended. How the War Came to America German War Practices A brief review of this country’s policy in the Prussianism in all its horror revealed by extracts Monroe Doctrine, the freedom of the seas, and inter- from diaries found on captured German officers and national arbitration and the development of our policy soldiers. Documentary proof of how terrorism was from August, 1914, to April, 1917, with three of the taught as a military art and prosecuted with relentless President's most important addresses including his war zeal in Belgium and Northern France. 9% pages. message. 32 pages. Printed in nine languages. President’s Flag Day Speech The Nation in Arms . ; ; With Evidence of Germany’s Plans Two addresses, by Secretary of the Interior Lane Every important allusion in the text is supported by and Secretary of War Baker—clearly pointing out the foot-notes giving the proofs of German purposes and reasons that led to our joining in the war. Widely intrigues. An overwhelming arsenal of facts, gathered quoted as they have been, these powerful speeches are from original sources and erabling the reader to look now reproduced complete in permanent official form. behind the scenes of statesmanship as he follows the 16 pages President's reasoning. 32 pages. The Government of Germany Conquest and Kultur If you have ever heard any one doubt the autocratic The frontispiece is a colored map of the Pan- nature of the German system of government read this German Plan with figures showing the secret of Ger- description of the Emperor's absolute power. See how many's Peace offer. The booklet itself is composed the Assembly of princes, the Bundesrat, whose sessions of quotations from German writers, printed without are secret, controls the Reichstag, and how the Chan- comment, and constituting an amazing mass of evi- cellor boasts that he is responsible only to the Kaiser. dence which culminates in the chapter showing the 16 pages. Written by Charles D. Haven, Professor of German attitude toward the United States. 160 pages. European History, Columbia University. The above mentioned are but 6 of a series of 30 authentic war publications. Any two will be sent to you if you will write a letter-to the Department of Distribution, Committee on Public Information, 8 Jackson Place, Washington, D.C. Please give exact title of booklet. A catalogue of the complete series will be sent with the booklets you select for your further selection. COMMITTEE ON PUBLIC INFORMATION 8 JACKSON PLACE, WASHINGTON, D. C. George Creel, Chairman The Secretary of State The Secretary of War The Secretary of the Navy Contributed through Division of Advertising United States Gov't. Comm. on Public Information This space contributed for the Winning of the War by THE PUBLISHER OF BOYS’ LIFE 36 BOYS’ LIFE

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Start, in your town, a*branch of the Winchester Junior Rifle Corps America used to be known as a ‘Nation of Riflemen,” and it is up to every boy to help keep that title with us. Now there is a National Organiza- tion known as the Winchester Junior Rifle Corps, organized specially for the development of Marksmanship among boys and girls of America and to teach the correct use of a rifle. By joining this organization you will learn how to handle a rifle safely. It will also entitle you to compete for the famous Winchester Marksman and Sharpshooter Medals. There is a Winchester Junior Rifle Corps Head- quarters in your town. Your sporting goods dealer is probably a representa- tive. If you cannot get full particu- lars from him, write to National Head- quarters direct for full information. WINCHESTER The Boy Scouts’ Magazine Get your chums to join Why not get together a dozen or more of your boy friends who want to learn more about rifle shooting and organize a local branch of the National Winchester Junior Rifle Corps. Later on, when enough crack shots have been developed among you, the National Headquarters will arrange matches between picked teams from the different local branches, It takes five boys to make up a team, so if you want to get in on these matches, that’s all the more reason for getting to- gether with your friends and organizing a local branch of the Winchester Junior Rifle Corps. But remember that the Winchester Junior Rifle Corps is orgauized to encourage in- dividual marksmanship, so the first thing for you and your chums to do is to start right iri now, practicing to earn the Marks- manship and Sharpshooter Medals and Diplomas. round barrel. Shoots three sizes of ammunition. popular Take down .22 caliber single shot rifle. A low ' priced, light weight gun made in two sizes If neither you nor your chums own a .22 caliber Winchester you can buy one for a very reasonable sum from your dealer—who has a rifle to suit every boy’s pocketbook. The right rifle to use It doesn’t make any difference what kind of model you buy, but it must be .22 caliber Winchester. It doesn’t make any differ- ence in your shooting whether you get a low priced single shot rifle or a fine repeater. The accuracy of a Winchester is in the bar- rel and the same quality of steel and the same care in boring goes into all. The same care that is taken with Win- chester guns is taken with Winchester am- munition. The two are made for each other. Get started today. Go to the Winches- ter Junior Rifle Corps Headquarters in your town and register as a member. If you can- not get all the particulars there, write direct to the Winchester Junior Rifle Corps, National Headquarters, 275 Winches- ter Ave., New Haven, Conn., Divi- sion 821. MODEL 06. Take down Repeating .22 caliber rifle, 20-inch The most .22 caliber repeater ever placed on the market 37

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TOTO) ee WHAT’S IN THE TREK CART? Tr HIS is an important question. One

that deserves your careful thought. lel DAR Every article of equipment should AA. AD Ay f\ ‘doe f <7 ps gy itt be ——. : ar 7 c ‘ “Ie FY as) NY Ha y adapted to the requirements of the ; if J Agus! NAN long hike, for here it is that utility and —<— ZN) SiN fis ai weight count. First of all is the Trek Cart itself and we offer here * F THE “RAMBLER” TREK eal ton SCOUTS “Scout troops have, for the most part, had to build their own trek-wagons heretofore, and this has On prev ented many from enjoying their use. A leading manufacturer has been induced to build “The Ram-

bler,” the same as used by the famous “Pinetree Patrol.” - FOLLOWING ARE THE SPECIFICATIONS: Body, oak frame 32 x 72” Square Bed Concord Azle 1 1%” Th Oak or Chestnut Sides and Ends Water Proof Canvas Cover 714’ x 8’ e Wheels made on Genuine Sweet Hubs, 16 spoke, Over Galv. Iron Bows best oak and rim Heavy Pole and Cross Bar with rope to haul the cart. ° Steel Tires, 13%,” x 3/16” Cart weighs about 225 lbs. Hike Will transport the camping outfit_for scoutmaster and-entire patrol. All parts demountable. Itlus- tration shows use of wagon bed and sides for table and benches. Pole and wheels may be used to carry fire-wood, tent poles and other burdens. , No. 1320. Price $40. F. O. B. Boston, Mass.

TENTS AND COTS “IMPROVED RELIANCE” WALL TENTS fenutoe, with Ropes. — Ee etc. FULL 7 FT. CENTRE, 3 FT. SIDE WALLS. Size We. o' Each No. Size Wt.ofDuck Each ks 94” x 11'8” ry og $25.00 Kse 94” x 11'8” aT) oz. 30.00 FULL 7%, FT. ae tals is FT. WALLS. e No. Size Wt.of Duck Each Size Wt.ofDuck Each K52 12x 14 8 oz. $34.35 Kes 12x 16 8 oz. 45.35 guipmen Re Ouik 0 owes “a Rt xm tos ae KSS 38.35 KS9 12x 18 10 oz. 50.35 ican’ / a Extra. Prices of smaller and larger sizes on application. “IMPROVED RELIANCE” TENT FLIES ou As duck is not gr oe pom it is customary to provide tents with flies, especially in permanent camps. This not only Ag the roof dry, but makes the tent cooler as well. Made of the same high grade material used in “Reliance” Tents. e Flies complete but without poles, half the price of tents of corresponding size. — charges Extra. For other styles ot. wall, shelter and hike tents, see new ca’ 1 No. 1322. FOLDING STEEL CO More than a cot, almost a bed. Selected hard wood frame. Best quality canvas and rust- Ang steel frame. Tressel work construction prevents sagging and adjusts to uneven ground. Size _— 6 ft. 4 in. by 2 ft. 6 in.; height, 1 ft. 8 in. Folds compact Jes nt on ing weight, 15 IDS......ccccccccccccccccccccccccccsccccceeseseesceesecescesssssececccceceese Ring Bett Bhhakd COMVAS. «onc ccecscccacccccccccccccccacvcccdcsssevccscoccccceccocsscecesetosees $5.00 ee CAMP TRENCHING SHOVEL No. 1373. CAMP TRENCHING SHOVEL. For digging drainage trenches around tents, for digging sinks, rubbish holes and latrines, this handy little tool is almost invaluable, Its small ‘size makes it it a easily carried. Made of chrome steel, heat treated and tempered. Round pointed blade is 65%" x 8%", with plain back, black pattern, white ash T shaped handle, reinforced with iron strap over cross-piece. Shovel is 2314” over all. Shipping weight, 3 IbS...........cceceececcccceccsccscessesseceneseseseseesessesess $1.25 DEPARTMENT OF SCOUT SUPPLIES BOY SCOUTS OF AMERIC A, 200 Fifth Ave., New York BOYS’ LIFE

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Tins 000i CTT TTT a YUM TTT The Department of Scout Supplies offers a careful selection of reliable tents and camp supplies. These it recommends to the attention of those who are planning Scout camps and who may be unable, because of limitations of locality or time and experience, to purchase such equipment for themselves. The Department is in a position to procure at reasonable cost camp supplies of every description in addition to those offered here, or in the new Supply Catalog, and is anxious to be of service. Scoutmasters and others are respectfully urged to consult the Department upon any camp problems which may arise connected with outfitting or maintenance. BLANKETS AND DUFFEL BAGS For The Camp No. 1350. SHORT LENGTH KHAKI CAMP BLAN- KETS FOR BOYS. Durable heavy woolen, identical in quality to the full size blankets used by the United States Army. Size, 55” x 68”. Shipping WEN W TUs ‘StnaMaslanrcsctcesacsaccatoceihskessieteae $4.50 No. 1351. Blankets like the preceding, but larger. All are at least 60” x 68” and run from that size up to 66” x 68”. Uniform first quality, but sold as they come as to size at one price. Shipping weight, @ TOR, cecidivecsdcncctaccctccscoctdeccoccoseseesesossaseee $5.00 SPECIAL CAMP BLANKET FOR SCOUT LEADERS No. 1398. Same quality as the above. Sizes range from 64” x 76” to iy 4 Sold just as they come as to size at one price. Shipping weight, 4 Ibs....$7.50 No. 13088. WATERPROOF DUFFEL BAG. Light in weight, easy to pack, has handle and may be carried anywhere and in any way. Can be Prov & as bag- Dds. £ hac aa PORTABLE STOVES AND FIELD RANGES gage on railroads and steamships. Reinforced seams and fitted with inside neck which ties tightly before closing bag with outside cord. This size 9 by 2% inches suitable for carrying foodstuffs or other heavy supplies. Shippimg weight, 2 Ibs............+se0++ $2.50 Br TBs, ccceccccgsyecdenccccesbdoceesocdesegsesocesococesncesd See new catalog for other sizes No. 1374. DUFFEL BAG LOCK. To safeguard the contents of your Duffel Bag while being transported or when left in camp, this inexpensive combination lock insures protection against the removal of con- tents without your knowledge, and prevents articles becoming lost by falling out of the opening of the bag. This lock can be used in 200 different combina- tions. The size is only 14”, but the lock,is strong and cannot be tampered with. Nickel plated. Ship- SUG WEIGH, 2 CURCOR 6 oc cccccddesdcocsbscscsscennonaee 50c The “Baxter” stove and outfit (shown in picture above) will prove practical for troop and patrol purposes and for small camps. Fire box, is 8x10x17 in.; removable oven, about 7% x 10%x 17 in. Utensils furnished as follows if desired (extra individual pieces may bucket, soup kettle, dipper cup, broiler, bread pan, large bread pan, small; handle and opener, cork screw, can opener, meat fork, butcher knife, cake turner, sugar can, salt box, pepper box, bastin cups and plates. Entire outfit nests compactly within its own crate. Weight, a attached as illustrated. boiler, water Watch For New Catalog No. 1295. Stove with reservoir and complete outfit. (Express charges e€xtra.)......ccsccesccecccccccees $18.00 No. 1297. Stove only. (Stock limited.) (Express Char Ges CRUCAs) o4.ccccchncwlenscenscedevsvescocecces $10.00 Standard Field Ranges. No. 1395. This is the famous standard Donavin Field Range designed for the Geological Survey Field parties and for the Forestry Bureau. The interchangeable and removable fire lining are exclusive features of the manufacturers. All cast- ings are of malleable iron, inside and out. The y and over plates are of No. 16 cold rolled sheet steel—a combination that defies the hard knocks in- Galvanized reservoir —s about e poon and six each sou t 25 Ilbs.; can be carried by hand or checked as baggage. bou gallons of water may _ be added): 2 skillets, 1 each, coffee and tea spoons, knives, forks, cidental to transportation. As a cooker it is the equal of a hotel or restaurant range. All utensils are of the best material, sized to fit, nest and pack in the range and embrace everything a cook needs and every range is therefore a complete kitchen. Everything goes into the range and the, closed pack- age is loc ay This outfit has a capacity of 70 to too men. Range weights, 290 lbs.; with utensils, 380 Ibs. Measures 22” x 23” x 36”. Oven 14” x 21” 00 HK ZZ cecccccece eeeeereeeeseeee er ee No. 1396. Same equipment as above Capacity, 100 to 125 persons: easures 24” x 24” x 50”...... $90.00 Field Range Prices are F. O. B. Columbus, Ohio. Watch for the May 1st Garden Edition of SCOUTING, containing a complete new supply and equipment camp n y new catalog, and consult it for your equipment and summer DEPARTMENT OF SCOUT SUPPLIES BOY SCOUTS OF AMERICA, 20 Fifth Ave., New York The Boy Scouts’ Magazine TTT TS TIME TO BUY TROOP EQUIPMENT CTO TTT re ww .

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40 PR 6, A Boy on the Farm Keeps a “Sammy” at the Front sreey boy should help! Join the U.S. Boys Working Re- serve! Ride your wheel to work—save time and money by using good tires. Just like your good old dog— GOODRICH Bicycle , tay always ready—no matter how hard you use them. They stay solid for weeks and weeks—and are mighty hard to puncture. Because we make so many—in just one good all one price—we can give a ever before. Tread,” “17 Puncture Proof” and “Commander.”. Take your pick and ask your bicycle man for GOODRICH Bicycle Tires. THE BF-GOOORICH RUBBER COMPANY When You See This Sign Makers of the Celebrated Buy Goodrich Bicycle Tires Goodrich Automobile Tires — Ts GOODRICH BICYCLE TIRES The Rest Cure (Continued from page 19) STU ee ~ coveted by men—and women, too. Both of these animals should be domesticated and here is the chance tor some of you scouts. The beaver when taken young, makes a most interesting and delightful pet. Antoin Dogwood had one at his cabin which was as domestic as a dog or cat. The “kitten” beaver is very playful. It will go into the water after sticks and retrieve them as well as a dog. If one lives in the country it costs nothing to feed these beavers and they are gentle and love to be petted. When wild they are very fierce, and my late friend old Bow-Arrow, Chief of the Montainais, had his finger bit- ten off by an old beaver. Muskrats when captured young. make equally affectionate, playful and interesting pets. Both muskrats and beaver are some- times albinos, that is, white with pink eyes. Not long since the Chief gave a dinner to some of his camp-fire friends. The two principal dishes were to be opossum and white muskrat. We ate the opossum but the museum authorities wanted the rat and, of course, we let them have it. The beaver may be out of your reach, but any scout with gumption can procure muskrats. To raise muskrats it is only necessary to confine them in a pond and supply them with food. They will attend to the rest of the program themselves. Tt suggestion as to pets is offered because every wild animal killed makes one less of that species in the world, and we seem to be exterminating everything now but the German carp and the English sparrow. But under normal conditions every domestic animal killed causes more domestic animals to be produced to supply the market, in other words, the more chickens you use the greater will be the demand for chickens and the greater will be the inducement to raise chickens. ; Muskrat skins are now bringing a good price, and muskrat farming will be a good avocation for any boy living in the coun- try. Photographs 6 and 7 show respective- ly a beaver house and a muskrat house with their comparative size. These photo- graphs were taken by Mr. Vreeland and Scout Van Vleck while on our Rest Cure trip. There is a photograph of the beaver with a stick in its mouth at the left hand end of the panorama half tone marked Photo- graph No. 4. You will all know how a muskrat looks so it is not necessary to furnish you with the photograph of one. The Indians up in the rest cure country call the beaver ah-mick. By the way, when you scouts lay out your council grounds at your camp, and divide it up as it should be, according to the north, south, east and west winds around the circle, remember that the Indian name for north Is Quie-wed-nong, for south is Show-nein-nong, for east is Waba-nong; and for west is Gabie-a-nong. Now you know the Indian ceremony always begins with blowing the smoke of the pipe to the four winds and then to the sky, which is O-quie, and then-to the earth which is 4-kee, and the warrior lights his pipe with Skoo-day, that is with fire, but f he is tow-neeke with the Skoo-day he starts a forest fire (tow-neeke means care- less). To be a good scout, one must never be tow-neeke; to be patriotic one must never be tow-neeke. BOYS’ LIFE

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XUM Boys’ Life of Roosevelt (Continued from page 15) caADannnvannnnenanenenen a rassn nie day for a last “session” with Bill Sewall. He told Sewall he had an idea he ought to go into law. “You'd be a good lawyer,” said Bill, “but I think you ought to go into politics. Good men like you ought to go into poli- tics. If you do, and if you live, I think you'll be President.” Roosevelt laughed. long way ahead.” “It may look a long way ahead of you,” Sewall declared stoutly, “but it isn’t as far ahead as it’s been for some of the men who got there.” “I’m going home now,” said Roosevelt, “to see about a job my friends want me to take. I don’t think I want it. It will get me into a row. And I want to write.” Roosevelt went East a day or two after, leaving his cattle in charge of Merrifield and the Ferrises, on shares. The Sewalls and Dows with the little girl and the “Bad Lands’ babies” followed within a week. Neither Roosevelt nor the “folks from Maine” were sentimentalists. They shed no tears, but they were all aware that for all of them a “golden age” had come to an end. The women were conscious of it, but it was the men who felt it most keenly. There were six of them—Bill Sewall and Will Dow, Joe Ferris and his brother Sylvane, Joe Merrifield, most daring of all, and Theodore Roosevelt. Théy had bunked together and eaten together; hunted together and ridden on the round- up together; suffered hunger and thirst together on the parched plains and among the scraggy buttes of the Bad Lands; struggled against the fierce storms of win- ter when there was no such thing as turn- ing back, and every step forward was sheer, aching misery; risked their necks together and called it the “day’s work”; and on winter evenings sat before the blazing fire together in the warm security of the ranch-house and talked of poetry and adventure and the great past and the needs of their country. For five of them it was a joyous ex- perience to remember to their dying day and to tell their children about, and their children’s children—so much and no more. But for the sixth it was a decisive factor in his life, that transformed an Eastern aristocrat with a Northern father and a Southern mother into a democratic Ameri- can, whom thereafter no section could claim exclusively because in his spirit he was akin to all. CHAPTER XVI “That’s looking a He Jumps Intro a Ficut, Is DereatTep anp Serrtes Down as A RESPECTABLE Lrrerary Man HEODORE ROOSEVELT accepted the nomination of the independents for Mayor of New York City, believ- ing that the non-partisan organization which had offered him the nomination actu- ally represented a fusion of large and im- portant elements in the Democratic and Republican parties. When the Republican organization, moreover, endorsed his nomi- nation, he decided that there was a real chance that he might. win, and leaped wholeheartedly into the campaign. 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The fight was ho palans from the start. The thoughtful aemname in the city, on whose support against the radicalism of Henry George on the one hand, and the corrup- tion of Tammany on the other, he had believed he could safely count, became panic-stricken at the possibility of a labor victory and gave their votes to Hewitt. Roosevelt conducted a lively campaign, and here and there among his audiences the spark of his enthusiasm for — and clean government began to kindle the hearts of young men to a fervor more profound and lasting than the effervescence of ordinary election excitement. For the first time young men, under the spell of the hot sincerity of Theodore Roosevelt, aged twenty-eight, began to say, “That’s the man for me!” He was not elected; in fact, he ran third, for Tammany Hall and the Labor party split the vote. “But anyway,” he said cheerfully, “I had a bully time.” He went abroad immediately after elec- tion and in December, at St. George’s, Hanover Square, London, he married Edith Kermit Carow. They returned to America early in the new year and set about building on Sagamore Hill at Oys- ter Bay the house which was to be “home” thereafter. Tamman flage an ok the spring came bad news from Dako- The winter had been terrible in its severity. The snow-fall had been unprece- dented, beginning in November and day by day piling the drifts higher and higher until the ravines were almost level. The cattle on the hills died by hundreds and thousands of starvation and the cold. Half of Roosevelt’s herd was destroyed. It was a severe blow, and Roosevelt had to go West in April to see for himself how great the loss was. During his flying visit to the Little Missouri in April he moved the Ferrises and Merrifield down from Chimney Butte to Elkhorn. In the autumn he was again at the ranch to assist in the round-up of a train-load of cattle, and went on a brief hunt after antelope. A month later, his son, Theodore Roosevelt, Junior, was born. He was now increasingly busy with his writing, completing that winter a volume of vigorous sketches of the frontier called “Ranch Life and the Hunting Trail,” be- sides his “Life of Gouverneur Morris” and a book of “Essays on Practical Politics.” In September he was again at Elkhorn, and again on the chase, this time in the Selkirks in northern Idaho, camping on Kootenai Lake and from there, on foot, with a pack on his back, ranging among the high peaks with his "old guide, John Willis. He returned East to throw him- self into the Presidential election in which Harrison, the Republican candidate, was elected to succeed President Cleveland. The Roosevelts were now settled at Oys- ter Bay, for the house on Sagamore Hill, with its wide view over woods and waters, had long been completed. There he wrote e to hounds and played polo (on a buggy horse), leading a life of varied activity but still half uncertain whether he had actually found his proper career. More than once he was impelled to go into business. He felt that he must in self-respect leave to his children a heritage either of wealth or a widely hon- ored name. He had grave doubts whether his books would bring him either. The critics took particular pains to point out BOYS’ LIFE

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to him, not altogether correctly, that though his writings were interesting, they were not literature. be! May, 1889, President Harrison offered Roosevelt a place on the Civil Service Commission. Roosevelt had hoped that he might be appointed Assistant Secretary of State under Blaine, but Blaine was afraid of the younger man’s rather ag- gressive independence. The position of Civil Service Commis- sioner was not one to appeal to an active and ambitious man. It was in a sense a graveyard where many a good man had been deposited by his friends to be heard of no more. Roosevelt’s friends advised him earnestly not to accept the place. He would be side-tracked for life, they said. But he believed heartily in Civil Service reform. He was restless, moreover, for some definite work into which he could fling his superabundant energy, besides study and the making of what the critics stubbornly refused to call “literature.” He accepted the offer to the despair of his counsellors, and immediately set out for Washington to take over his new duties. CHAPTER XVII He Brines' a Graveyarp To Lire anp In- CIDENTALLY MAKES THE AMERICAN Peopre See a Licut HEODORE ROOSEVELT plunged into his new work with vigor and enthusiasm. The Commission, consisting of two Republicans and two Democrats, had been created six years previous. Its purpose was to eradicate as far as pos- sible the abuses which had grown since the days of President Jackson in the mat- ter of appointments to offices under the government. The politicians, for their own advantage, wanted to distribute postmas- terships and similar “jobs” among their friends and party supporters; the Commis- sion, for the good of the public service, wanted to fill the positions, without ref- erence to party, with men of tested merit. Clear-sighted men realized that on the out- come of the struggle depended the future welfare of the Republic. Roosevelt saw at once that what the Civil Service Commission needed if it were to do effective work, if, in fact, it were to survive at all, was the support of an enlightened public opinion. Roosevelt’s predecessors had conducted their work with as little publicity as possible, fear- ing that public discussion would merely rouse the “spoilsmen” to fiercer opposi- tion. Roosevelt pursued the opposite theory. No good cause, he believed, need fear the light of day. In a democracy, moreover, where the people ruled, or were supposed to rule, it was, he was con- vinced, the duty of every public servant to keep in constant touch with the people and to keep the people in contact with all civic movements. He therefore threw his doors wide to the correspondents of newspapers from every section of the country. He took the people into his confidence. He told them what Civil Serv- ice reform meant to them; he told them what the “spoils system” was costing them. He fought his battles with Congressmen and Senators in the open. He made the Civil Service Commission the topic of din- ner-table discussion over the length and breadth of the land; and so doing, he made The Boy Scouts’ Magazine Orrow does. all three right, Boys YOU WISH TO STOP your bicycle. All right. That's easy if it is equipped with a OVTOU COASTER BRAKE Simply back pedal. When you do this with a MORROW, as shown above, foursmall wedges (two from eitherend)are forced into a stationary expanding ‘drum’ of spring steel inside the brake hub. This ‘drum’ has bronze ‘brake shoes’, ‘The wedges force the drum to expand, bring- ing the bronze «brake shoes’ into direct contact with practically the entire steel inner surface ofthe hub. The forward motion of your bicycle is stopped and _ controlled— instantly” You wish to go forward! Just push forward on the pedals, The wedges are forced outward instead of in- ward, leaving the ‘drum’ neutral and expanding two ‘driving rings’ which in turn ‘take hold’ of the inner surface of the. hub and drive you ‘bike’ forward, You wish to coast! Simply let your feet remain idle. When there is neither forward or backv ard motion on the pedals, the rear sprocket remains stationary, both the ‘drum’ and ‘driving rings’ are neutral, and you enjoy the smoothest, easiest coasting known. 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Statement ¢. . Roi “a management, circulation, ete., BOYS’ LIFE STATEMENT TO POST OFFICE of, Conezens of August 24, tublished pty at New York, Y., for April 1, Scouts’ Magazine, > oe of New 4 me, a notary public, in ‘ind for the state = 1918. “Sento r New York, County fore county aforesaid, person: - Frederie L. Colver, who, having been duly s mm according to A and says that he is Business Manager of BOYS’ LIFE—the Boy Scouts” "Magazine, and thai the Sellewing is, to the best of his knowledge and belief, KS | of manage- ment, etc. of the aforesaid publication for the date shown in caption, August = 4 embodied in section 44 és. Postal Laws aod Regulations, of this form, the names of the . editor. wy editor and ae: Publisher, *Boy Seouts of America (Inc.), 200 Fifth ‘Ave. ew York City; q rd, A. Perry, Irving Crump, 200 Fifth Avenue New York ° 00 Fifth Avenue, New York City. addresses of indivi ye or, if a corporation, give its stockholders quate or holding 1 per cen the total it of si Owners: The Boy Scouts of America rated February 8th, 1910, under the laws of ‘the the * Distriet of Columbia, governing “‘Institutions of "Lear Federal charter granted by Congress, June 15, 1916. There are no individual stockholders. it officers ai onorary President, Woodrow . Washington, D. C.; H Vi Vice-President, Hon. Theodore Roosevelt, New York, N. Y.; Honorary Vice-President, Flushing, N. 3 ington, D. C.; re: Hono The present Hon. William H. Taft, New Haven, Conn. jonorary - Daniel oT Beard, . ¥.; President, Colin H. Livingstone, Wash Vice-Pres- ident, L. Dulaney, Bristol, Tenn. ; Vice-President, Milton A. aw > e, Detroit, Mich. ; Vice-President, Staiteun L, Schiff, New Yo rk, N. Y.; be eg Arthur Los Angeles, Calif. Vice-President —t-y ‘Daniel Carter ushing, N. Y West, New York City. A. Stamford White, Chicago, Til. ; a ae Scout Comm ‘Treasurer, &, 1 D. Pratt, New York City; 3. That the known bondholders, mortgagees, and ders bonds, ‘ages, or other securities are: (If there are none, so state.) None. graphs next above, ving the names of the owners, 3! rs and security a. if any, contain not only the list of stockholders and ity holders as they appear upon the books of the company but also, in cases where stockho! Ly py books of the com- pany as trustee or in any fiduciary relation, the name of Ls] pans r corporation for whom such trustee is acting, is given; also that the said two paragraphs con’ S embracing affiant’s full knowledge and — as to the circumstances and conditions yo 7: stockholders and security holders eo reason association, or corporation has any interest direct or indirect in the said stock, securities than as so stated by him. ic L. Colver, Business Manager. before me this 8th day of ‘April, 1918. George is Witt Weeks, Notary, Public , Kings . a Be 46, with certificate filed in New York County, Wiies New York ister, No. 10,098. My com- mission expires March 30, 1920. Seal. 3 Gifts for the Price of 1 BOY SCOUT CALENDAR New Six-Sheet Calendar, 5% x 8% inches. Five full colors; draw- ings by Mabel Humphrey. Scout Laws and other selections interesting to all Boy Scouts and every other boy. Embodies the Ryte-me post card attached to each page. ANIMAL GUIDE of North American Wild Animals. Every boy wants to know all he can about OUR NATIVE ANIMALS 265 Pages Bound in Sack Cloth. 61 Full Page Illustrations in colors. Each animal described by a man who knows animals. BOYS’ LIFE, 1 Year, the Scout Calendar and Animal Guide all for $1.50 Can be mailed to separate addresses, if desired. 44 the American people his allies in the fight for good government. During the greater part of that sum- mer of 1889 Roosevelt remained at his desk, seeing little of his family and, as he wrote his sister, the “Conie” of the old days, now Mrs. Douglas Robinson, getting little exercise and “rapidly sinking into a fat and lazy middle age.” But he was not sorry that he had taken the Commis- sionership. Ey have really enjoyed my work,” he writes, “but I-am going soon for a hack at the bears in the Rockies. I am so out of training that I look for- ward with acute physical terror to going up the first mountain.” E took his “hack” in September, just west of -Yellowstone Park, in Idaho. His companion was a crabbed, rheumatic old mountain hunter named Hank Griffin, who had an extraordinary gift for finding game, but also a surly temper and pro- nd contempt for “tenderfeet,” especial- ly “tenderfeet” who wore spectacles. He had never “trundled a tenderfoot” before, he remarked, and gave the impression that he considered Roosevelt in the light of one who had blackened his otherwise spotless record. He took his revenge by lying abed late and letting Roosevelt work. Finally one day he refused altogether to go out on the day’s hunt, and Roosevelt, returning at night, found him sitting on a stump, with his rifle on his knees, drunk. “Hands up,” said Roosevelt. Then, |“straighten your legs and let your rifle go to the ground.” Hank did not dare to do otherwise and Roosevelt took his rifle. Then gathering up his own belongings and taking his mare, he went on alone, standing Hank’s rifle up against a tree where he could get it later. And the guide, intimidated, did not dare to follow. The next day Roosevelt, alone, shot a big grizzly. OOSEVELT remained on the Civil Service Commission for six years. He enjoyed the work, for there was fight in it, and the enemies of government never left him alone long enough to allow the rather prosaic daily routine to become dull. He fought all sorts and varieties of people. He fought Senators; he fought a member of President Harrison’s Cabi- net; he fought yA of departments who insisted on givin wl gens to personal friends; he fought local bosses. The American people, from Maine to Oregon, watched the six-year battle in which Roosevelt led the forces of honesty and fair play against the hordes of cor- ruption and favoritism; and here and there young men who dreamed of cleaner politics and better government began to take hope; seeing that a man might be honest and have a high purpose and nev- ertheless be more than a match for the dishonest experts in guile Here and there young men began to realize that politics might offer a career that a self- respecting man might follow. Roosevelt, oe to interest the American peo- ple in a great and urgently necessary re- se unconsciously set in motion forces rogress which were gradually to revo- ionize American politics. If the Civil ps Commission was, as Roosevelt’s friends had declared, a “political grave- mae it was during those years a most ively and inspiring one. (To be continued in July Boys’ Lire) BOYS’ LIFE XUM

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Bunnies (Continued from page 20) find themselves in when they make their advent into the world? How loving and thoughtful of the mother to provide her own warm fur for her little ones. For when first born they have no fur and must be warmed by the fur which their mother so generously provides. Did you ever think what a wonderful thing mother in- stinct is? Where did it come from? Well, these little bunnies grow very fast, and in about ten days or two weeks are able to hop about a bit. But they never get over that inborn quality of fear which keeps them constantly on the watch for a possible enemy. A dog may pass by down the alley—the mother gives a quick stamp on the ground with her padded back feet, and every bunny stands upright on his, and pricks up his ears to see “who goes there.” If a second mother’s warning occurs, all youngsters dart into their box, quick as lightning. The crafty methods of a cat are so very different from the tactics of rabbits that a cat can capture and carry away all of a family of young rabbits unless the mother rabbit stays pretty close by them; but if she once met a cat coming out of her house, with or without a young rabbit, it would be a sorry day for mistress puss. Rabbits’ teeth are like fine chisels, and their claws are sharp as needles and very powerful. re people seem to think that because rabbits’ ears are so long, that it is a good reason to use them as a handle! They have told me that “the mother rabbit car- ries her young around by the ears!” I have had a pretty good opportunity to observe such a feat, but I have never seen such a performance. It is all right to hold them by the ears, but I always put my hand or arm under their hind legs to lift them up, and then I know I am not hurt- ing them. One peculiarity I have always noticed about rabbits is their apparent lack of clear vision. If you will notice their eyes, you will see that they scarcely, if ever, move the eyeball to look up or down or at either side, as a cat does. You can’t tell when they are looking directly at you as you can with a cat. If you throw a car- rot to them, they will not sight it and go directly to it, but will smell about with nose to the ground till they find it, and they may go six inches past it a few times before they strike it! Put a rabbit on a chair, table or box, and he will go carefully to the edge, leaning his head over and seemingly wondering how far he is from the ground, whereas a cat would think nothing of springing down from such a height. In attacking other animals, a carnivor- ous animal always goes for the throat—a vital spot, but the herbivorous rabbit chooses no special spot to strike at a cat, just so it is “cat.” He drives into it and bites it anywhere he strikes, and uses his hind legs and sharp claws to kick all the fur off his victim in the shortest possible space of time. I have even seen one of my rabbits turn and jump back at a small dog which had been chasing him and inflict a sharp bite on the dog’s nose as he jumped into the astonished animal’s face. There are an infinite number of amusing things rabbits do, and there’s no end to the fun of watching these worth: while pets. The Boy Scouts’ Magazine “First of All it Must Be United States’’ Every boy should know his first step in being a good business man is to be a good purchaser. Keep this in mind when you are buying new tires for your bicycle. Be sure first of all, that the tires are United States— made by the world’s largest rubber manufacturers and the oldest bicycle tire makers in America. You can find any kind of a tire you want in United States Tires—12 different treads from which to choose. Ask your dealer to show you United States Tires; then pick out the tread or style that suits you best. United States Cycle Tires are Good Tires Three of the most popular United States Tires for bicycles are the Heavy Service Traction Tread, all white rubber; the United States Chain Tread, white rubber with black tread; and the United States Cord, made just like the celebrated United States Royal Cord Automobile Tire. Ask to see these tires at your dealers. The Usco Tread Tire for Motorcycles is a long-mileage tire, resilient and speedy.

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! Who Goes There? . (Continued from page 12) ness, were sharply outlined now with the lurid, flickering glow of fire. A savage snarl came from Kelly’s throat and he leaped for the door, master-key in hand. The other man ran past him, pulled up at the corner, and yanked out his gun. Twice it spat fire, the echoes of the shots crashing through the silent yard with startling distinctness. “Get him?” snapped Kelly, flinging open the door. “I did,” was the grim reply. But it passed unheeded. Steve himself only recalled it afterward; for as the door swung open a cloud of smoke belched forth and behind it they could see a leaping, quivering wall of flame. At almost the same instant there came a blinding flash and the whole yard was bathed suddenly in a flood of clear white light. . “The extinguisher, Joe—quick!” grated Kelly. “We've got to stop it before this wind takes hold.” He whirled on Steve. “Chase back to the bunkhouse, kid, and tell Dick to start the pumps and sound the alarm. Run!” TEVE ran, and long afterwards he had only to close his eyes to bring back every detail.of that strange scene—for it was strange beyond description. The search lights had come on and the wide road flanked with buildings was as bril- liant as the busy street of any city, but as silent as the grave and empty of any signs of life. And is to the boy, that surface emptiness and silence fairly pulsed with life—vivid, vital, elemental life, which might flame up, white hot, at any instant like the fire of a volcano bursting its thin crust of ashes. And as he ran he listened with every nerve for that outbreak. It came just as he reached the bunk- house steps—a pistol shot, sharp and snap- ping. There was another ‘and another still, and out of the tail of his eye he glimpsed indistinctly the swift dash of some fig- ures past the rear of a building across the road. Racing up the steps, Steve panted out his message. In a moment more the piercing wail of a siren screamed shrilly through the night, followed quickly by the dull throbbing of machinery. Back in the road again the boy paused for an instant, his heart beating fast with excitement. The sense of empty quiet had vanished utterly. Above him, from the engine house stack, the high, piercing note of the siren rose and fell, shrieking a clamorous warning. From somewhere in the yard a rifle shot came sharply to his ears. Ahéad of him several guards were thudding down the road toward the clouds of red-tinged smoke which poured from the burning building with increasing volume. H® ran a few steps in that direction, slowed down for a lagging second or two, spurted again, and ducked around the corner of a big machine shop on the left of the road a Tittle below the guard house. Back of this ran the completed of a high board fence topped with arbed wire which would ultimately en- circle the entire yard. Slipping along that fence, a moment before, ~ had glimpsed the figure of a man whose furtive move- ments aroused instant suspicion. He might just possibly be one of the guards, but to Steve, remembering the three he had seen running that same way a little , The Boy Scouts’ Magazine All Ready For Your Wheel, Too! If you're looking for durabil- ity in bicycle tires, or, if you're looking for easy-riding comfort and SPEED—put Pye-Musselman Cord Tyres on your wheel. Kramer has won 12 big cham- pionship races on P-M Cords. Spears won 22 races in one season on these tires, and Grenda and Goul- let also won the New York 6-Day Bicycle Race on these tires. And so it goes—champion after champion for several years has been riding P-M Cords, because there was no chance to win on any other make. What does it mean to you—as regards your bicycle? Simply this: that PYE-MUSSELMAN rao} ° 30 4 >i = .eOeO TYRES Tires Champions Ride Are the Tires for You! You'll just have to ride on these tires to really know how fast they are, how smooth they ride, how strong they are and how long they last. True Cord Construction—That’s the Secret ! Instead of a stiff, unyielding piece of cloth, the body of every P-M Cord consists of thousands of fine, tightly twisted Sea Island Cords. hese cords are laid on a slant, side by side, clear around the entire circle of the tire without overlapping. There are two layers of these cords in the tires, and when the tire is cured each cord and each layer is completely sur- rounded with a lively cushion of quick rub- ber. No other tires are made the same way, by the same patented process. This is why P-M Cords are tough as hickory and “fast as a tempered spring.” That is why they start quicker, go swifter, pedal easier. at is why they outrace and outlast all other tires; win World’s Champion- ships and break World’s Records—and why they are the best tires for your wheel. Go to your dealer. 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while before, it seemed likely that he was one of the spies heading for the end of the fence and freedom. There was little time to think or plan or be afraid. It was pure instinct which sent him flying to cut the creature off—in- stinct, at a consuming fury against the treachery of these villains. He reached the rear of the building at almost the same instant as his quarry. There was no pause, no word; only a sob of exulting recognition jolted from Steve’s lips as the whole weight of his solid bone and muscle struck the fellow and they went down. N falling, he gri the man about the I body. oe ee ieatantly he realized that his hands were more than full. The play of steel muscles beneath his fingers told him that even before those furious writhings began, or the fierce blows which fell upon his head and shoulders. Twice his hoarse cry for help rang out before he ducked his head defensively under the other’s arm, and tightened the clutch of interlacing fingers against the hollow of the fellow’s back. Blows began to fall upon his neck and ° shoulders, fierce, heavy blows that shook his body and jolted the wind in gasps —— his clenched teeth. The man heaved up almost to his feet, dragging the boy by sheer strength over yards of rough stones and stubble, but still - could not ? loose that grip. Something sharp like the YOU LL LIKE THIS BOOK upturned aailin in a Sandie bit of eg we. tore through Steve’s clothes and nit deeply in his leg; his face, scraped by the ety ay against the man’s rough coat, ‘ ‘ burned like fire. But he hung on do ] Every regular boy likes to work with carpenter tools, par- in spite of pain and failing a : ticularly on wood that is easy to work and easy to get. Then came a blow upon his neck, a é cruel, dazing blow which made his senses ARKANSAS SOFT PINE eyes, Would tiny mover conc? he wan dered dully. He tried to move his head a boys. It tells how to make a lot of things for work and play that you'll find useful this summer—and it’s Free. -_ h (Trade Marked) little to protect his neck, but again that is just that sort of wood. You can find out a great deal iron fist beat down on his quivering flesh about it from this valuable book. Fill out the coupon, and wrenched from him a moan of agony. mail it today, and be sure to include the name of the His senses swam; he felt his muscles laxing. Now searching fingers slid across lumber dealer from whom you buy. his shrinking neck and clutched his throat. Arkansas Soft Pine is Trade Marked Before the choking grip had tightened e and sold by dealers east of the Rockies. muffled cry of pain and dull fury burst % from him—a cry which, even to his dazed Arkansas Soft Pine Bureau brain, seemed strangely echoed and pro- Li longed. Then came an instant winking ittle Rock, Arkansa out of everything. When consciousness returned he could breathe again, but per- COUPON C. . ee SNS sistent fingers were busy prying loose the ARKANSAS SOFT PINE BUREAU, Little Rock, Arkansas. 6 ee Gentlemen. Send me free “The Boy’s Builder.” “J or Sa” ow Se eeeree Saeee [ “ee “Easy, boy, easy!” said a roughly sooth- My megs is Ss staat iasendssiwesvandacis cnaWiegenanladssnieRielees ing voice. “Let go, son; it’s all right now. NIE NER rac aiid «ass ot coe mame cae ne ede end onadaan an eee We've got him.” ER NES) ies RR PR STR CONE AE A A TEVE'S " eg aegee Be ee eee ee toe Pea Tee eee a ae ‘S muscles lax nstinctively, SE eT TO eae or a Te and as the man’s body was drawn rot Pad cis a sas isas 5g Shes SG agit eke tacts his grasp, his bruised shoulders dropped ne ee back wearily against a supporting knee. eo gue upward at a vaguely . - amiliar face bendin him. It Ss BOYS ei Gane fom arise | You can be quickly cured, if you|a moment or two before he recognized it ings. Charges storage batteries, run i Will operate ten Af" volt Ofte eats cvices as the face of the guard called Dick. 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“NOt yet,” answered the big guard. “They” re fighting it hard. At the worst it'll take only the two buildings to wind- ward.” He slid an arm around Haddon and lifted him to his feet, supporting him care- full = as they. moved slowly back to the “Pure grit,” he remarked over one prone ON The beast had him near mur- dered.” A faint flush crept up into Steve’s face, but he was not thinking of the praise, though it meant much to him. His mind had leaped a gap of many thousand miles; and in imagination he saw that battered band of men in khaki returning from their foray. Again a twisted smile curved his dry lips. He was not one of them—might never be. But he had done his best for them, and in his heart there glowed a sud- den sense of humble comradeship which was its own reward, Photograph Contest inners un eaaananenananensnernianiity 1—Scout Irving Slade, 25 Carey Ave., Chelsea, Mass. 2—San E. Lieberman, 60 S. Main St., Freeport, Long Island. 8—Ralph M. Darnall, Hillside, Arizona. 4—Scoutmaster Adrian Kehoe, Troop 21, Dayton, Ohio. 5—Edward Manswer, Scoutmaster, 121 South St., Harrisburg, Pa. 6—Jack Collins, Charleston, West Va. %7—Herschel Nix, 817 Hitchcock St., Hobart, Okla. 8—Scout Wesley Slade, 25 Carey Ave., Chelsea, Mass. 9—Alex Thorpe, Jr., Rocky Mount, North Carolina. 10—Scout Baird += 721 Lancaster Ave., Syracuse, N. 11—Scout hilip Hedlund, Box 172, Eveleth, Minn. 12—William Jordan, 217 John St., Belle- ville, N. 18—Scoutmaster F. W. oer Troop 33, : 80 Butler Ave., Buffalo, N. Y. 14—Scoutmaster F. W. Bauer, Troop 33, 80 Butler Ave., Buffalo, N. Y. 15—H. Winston Hule, 1883 Central Ave., Indianapolis, Ind. 16—Frank Libbe, 486 North Main St., South Bend, Ind. 17—Rollo Hester, Muskegon, Mich. 18—Eithel Mast, Box 248, Ordway, Colo. 19—Meade C. Dobson, Scoutmaster, Troop I, Howard Beach, New York. 20—Raymond Badgley, 8410 42nd Ave., N. E., Seattle, Wash. 21—Scoutmaster Allie Bosworth, Ozana, Texas, Rules For Contest These instructions must be followed; otherwise pictures will not be considered or returned. 1. Pictures must be related to scouting. 2. Photographs for any contest must reach the Editor by the 10th of each month in, the month of publication. Thus pictures for the August contest must be in by July 1oth. 3. Name and address of sender should be written on back of picture. Pictures without names will not be considered. Do not send let- ters. Do not send negatives. 4. Pictures will not be return stamped closed. Photographs ace epted an and published become 5 property of BO E}) jects for future = contests: Scout War W Scout Vacation Stunts. turned unless a addressed envelope or folder is en- jus August: The Boy Scouts’ Magazine “Lafayette, Here We Are” Through remote French vil- lages resounds the unaccus- tomed tramp of American soldiers. But a little while ago and these men were in the quiet of their homes in a peaceful country. Today, in a strange land, they are facing the world’s bloodiest struggle. Pershing at the tomb of Amer- ica’s old time friend months ago reported, with true soldier elo- quence, “Lafayette, here we are.” And it is for us of the great American democracy to rally all our might to the support of our army and our allies. (4 a) ~~ One Policy From our shores to the battle- fields of France are thousands of miles which must be bridged with ceaseless supplies to our troops. Every day calls for action here, no less than there. Cooperate! Sacrifice! These are the watchwords sent over the land by the Government. In this national effort the Bell System has served with every other essential industry in order that communication, manufac- ture and transportation may be kept at the peak of efficiency to provide the munitions, ordnance and supplies so urgently needed. AMERICAN TELEPHONE AND TELEGRAPH COMPANY AND ASSOCIATED COMPANIES One System Universal Service War Conditions Demand Electrica men with training. Having years, The Bliss Eleetrical School, with its eile uipped shops and laboratories, is peculiarly qualified to ‘give a condensed Engineering Every detail taught. Theory and prac- tice. Students construct dynamos, in- ll wiring and test efficiency of elec- trical machinery. Course, with diploma, om" In One Year For practical young men — limited time. 26th year opens September 25th. Catalog 138 TAKOMA AVENUE, WASHINGTON, D. C. rse in Blectrical WITH A RED DEVIL GLASS CUTTER No. 024 Tell Daddy To Get This Glass Cutter for You Just as aot ag the one he buys for himself —You cut glass for mother’s picture frames, “ister’s doll house windows—or any- thing you want to make. Used by skilled mechanics. Made for progressive boys. Specify Style 024. Write for free Glass Cutter Booklet. SMITH & HEMENWAY CO., INC., 103 Coit Street, Irvington, N. J. Send 15¢ for sample. STLEOLEMMMMATMATEMETREEM A ATAED BEE

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Hl EO AA INIA Can’t You Hear the Wild? It’s Calling You! Bull, A Johnnie Kelly Story = |: Ll =|: (Continued from page 17) sAOGunanenanenenesesninsennensoovavnvenenen the rascals that skun this tree last year. I’m goin’ to make an example of you.” “Honest, Mr. Loucks, I didn’t know Spend the Summer Have an 8 weeks’ you Bg constable this year, or I ° wouldn in the woods course of school “What’s that got to do with it?” IU “But the other fellow over there—Why don’t you get him?” “Haw, haw!” laughed Johnnie derisive- ly, beginning slowly to circle toward the road, “I t’ought a city guy was too slick to git caught. You’re a peach of a city chap not knowin’ a bull’s a cop.” The constable shook his club at the carroty head. “I know you, you gay bird !” “The gent’s clever, ain’t he?” remarked Johnnie to William, continuing his circling. “Now, say Judge, you got yourself into this mess; want me to git you out?” d “Of course.” “And you won’t put on no more lugs around me, and we'll be pals, hey?” “Sure.” “And you'll never ast me to do no more sneak swipin’?” “You bet I won’t.” The constable rose to his feet. The ef- frontery of this conversation, shouted out in his presence and entirely ignoring him, was enough to drive him into a rage. “You red-headed tough!” he yelled, “I’m going to have you in jail within twenty- four hours.” Johnnie, still pretending to ignore the officer of the law, addressed himself once a more to the treed William. “Tell your friend he’s gotter ketch me first before he kin drop me down the booby-hatch !” “Ah, Mr. Loucks ” William was making efforts to argue; but the flow of language from the high board fence of the pen upon which the red-headed tormentor had now climbed, attracted all of the con- stable’s attention, for it was most extra- ordinary and galling. “Hey, Judge, d’yer hear the bull? He inks he kin land me in his small town hoosegow.” The constable-farmer sputtered unin- CAMP WITH Dan Beard Woodcraft Camp and School : IAN | N personal charge of the famous scout and woods- man. Boys get every ad- vantage of outdoor life un- @ der inspiration of school based on highest American ideals. On a beautiful Pennsyl- vania mountain lake. Wood- craft and Scoutcraft. Activities and school work. Special attention to physi- cal development. July 2d to August 27th “The camp was the best managed and best fed I have ever attended.” MT —Exiract from official report of an Eagle Scout, to Philadelphia Council, after eight weeks spent in the Dan Beard Outdoor School. Write for particulars to the Winter Headquarters of the DAN BEARD OUTDOOR SCHOOL, Flushing, L. I. = = = S = — = = il IANA telligibly after a vain effort to think up a sharp rejoinder. b] “Say, Judge,” called the boy on the DAN BEARD’S BOY FRIENDS [| tence’siterlice ine'to yer treat with J Will Want His New Book the whiskers so’s we kin talk together. “Come down here, Will Spreggs,” AMERICAN BOYS’ BOOK OF SIGNS, SIGNALS AND SYMBOLS ordered Loucks, beside himself with rage. By Dan Beard, National Scout Commissioner, Boy Scouts of America. “I'll make sure of you, then I'll get that 350 illustrations by the author. Octavo. $2.00 net. brat on the fence if I have to chase him ‘ to your aunt’s. In the name of the law Every boy and every man at some time roams the woods. If they do not I command you to come down.” know woodcraft, if they cannot follow the numerous trail marks left by “Name o” your eitiettens?” tanted Indians, foresters and animals, they may get lost and they cannot enjoy half Johnnie. “Don’t give up the ship, me the secrets of the woods. In towns and cities the tramps make secret code brave lads!—Say, dere’s a hot box in your marks on houses and fences. Flag signals are used at sea. The Morse tele- jaw oliece~etens ever base end TE theow graph code can be drummed anywhere as well as flashed by electricity. Wig- sand ia it for yer.” wagging is even a part of naval training, and the deaf and dumb have a “Drat you! In about ten seconds I will sign language of their own. Dan Beard has filled a book with these and many come over there and tan your hide for more, illustrated with utmost care. There is also included a chapter on the you.” evolution of the flag. "_ “Ya, ya! what'd I be doin’ all dat time? AMERICAN BOYS’ BOOK OF BUGS, BUTTERFLIES AND BEETLES ee Me : 200 Muctrations. 92.40 uct That was the last straw. With a gurgle “ tiie a sy has ievenend a -. method of autvioe yy history. . . . He opens a door of rage, the man started full tilt for ill tempt every liv —— is sis’ ell—in inati i me P | see ewe A cndy of this beak is entitled t0 teak as a Saat ieee — Johnnie. The boy sat grinning at him ‘ until the runner was within a few strides At All Book Stores of the fence. 7 ° e ° “Beat it, Judge, while the goin’s good!” J. B. Lippincott Company, 227 So. 6th St., Philadelphia || shoutea Johnnie, and over the fence went he. 50 BOYS’ LIFE YiimM

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“Um-maouw!!!” he was greeted by a hoarse bellow from the other end of the pen into which he had dropped. He bolted for the high fence on the road side, the bull after him, and hoisted himself up just in time. At that instant, Loucks dashed out of the alley between the barn and the pen and into the road, intent only upon the boy on the fence. There was the shriek of an automobile horn at the man’s back, even as Jonnnie, with quick sense of the danger, launched himself from the top of the fence full against the chest of the constable, hurling him safely into the farther ditch. The car came to a grinding halt fifty feet beyond. HEN the boy opened his eyes, a group of anxious faces met his gaze. His head was resting against Mr. Carter’s knee; to his lips a tin cup was being held by a subdued and solicitous constable, while close by, twisting a handkerchief in nervous fingers, stood Geo’gia Carter, white and tearful. Others were grouped around—women from the farm house, and 7 a penitent William. “I sure pulled some awful rough talk,” whispered Johnnie, contritely. “You can have all the cherries you want,” blurted Loucks, his face twitching suspiciously. “It was all my fault,” cried William bitterly; “he didn’t want to go in, and he aie etl was just talking to you——” Ly] | a (e1 DTA “You’re a good scout, Judge,” wheezed LA AMIAY LY SNS PED BICYCLE Johnnie—he was breathing easier now——; “only don’t try to fool anyone into be- lievin’ you’re from a real city.” “Where is Frog Hollow?” William asked Mr. Carter. “New York City,” came the answer, . though perhaps not one in a million from Manhattan could have given it. And William was a sheepish young man. “Where you’re born don’t count, Judge,” observed Johnnie, soothingly, “you jest stick to cows and quit throwin’ the bull— I like you.” “Is he hurt badly?” asked Loucks. “Don’t sound like it,” declared Mr. Carter with an odd smile. “Wind knocked out of him, that’s all, and that seems to be coming back. I'll take him home in my ear.” And in spite of Johnnie’s protests, Mr. Carter picked up the boy and de- posited him on the back seat. As Geo’gia and a contrite William took their places beside the patient, the man with the star took Johnnie’s hand. “You riled me up, boy, for fair; but you proved you’ve got good stuff in you.” _ And wishing there were some hole he could crawl into, the usually voluble Johnnie Kelly, whose breath was once more in good working order, sat red-faced and—wonder of wonders!—DUMB!!! pe VE ee practical in equipment a bicycle rider needs. Not a surplus part, but features that promote comfort, convenience, long, trouble-free service. Law-abiding Electric Light with Re- flector; Gasoline Tank style Battery con- tainer; sturdily. braced Indian design Front Fork; Motorcycle type Handlebars; Corbin Coaster Brake; the graceful style lines of the famous Indian Motocycle. The 1918 Indian line of Bicycles embraces | 3 models—a model and price for everybody. Send for illustrated 1918 Catalog. HENDEE MANUFACTURING COMPANY 721 State Street, Springfield, Mass. Largest Motorcycle Manufacturers in the World The 1918 Ea Electrie Some Revolutionary Boasts OST of you boys have read some of = ‘ Z) James Fenimore Cooper’s books — a and probably one of the first was eee, Seed Woniizen aM” “The Last of the Mohicans.” Well, five On Se ececcesecsane® minutes’ walk from the business center of nt on Glens Falls, says Fred K. Comar, Assist- HIS ep Pong ant Scoutmaster in that place, is the identi- sent to you ry yg ie r 1 cal cave which figures in that story. Seine ran Senta Ezove fer Fam my in your Dp Two miles to the north is Bloody Pond, Hand carrying "a where the bloodiest battle of the Revolu- Terms Easy vejel Tce pecial otter. Ride While You Pp ay tion was fought. The land is literally sown Write Today "0% bic, 176-pace book of alt Write for catalog. Wonderful 1918 Arrow—new mo- ma arromeads ie roger Mose ||| Seamstress am ||| | memes oc ae a or the collector o lian relics, ‘Ohio Write Toda: . ot — Nine miles away the historic battle of Raaeaeh ivenue, stand; hn A features, Gen for caaeg ARROW CYCLE Co. Lake George was fought, and a large mon- Dest. 1064 Comme Ente On oe cotsege ument has been erected here. The Boy Scouts’ Magazine 51 : ase bad

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As was told on the April page, it had been dis- covered that spies were using stamps in conveying military information to Ger- many, and the situation was recognized as being so serious that philatelists would not have been surprised had the Government decided to class stamps among the articles which are contraband of war, thus entirely forbidding the movement of the labels be- tween the United States and other coun- tries. The action the Government has taken, however, is not so drastic as that, as the War Trade Board has required merely that persons must be licensed in order to send forth stamps. Among the many articles which this Board has placed on the “con- servation list for export,” so that cargo space on trans-Attantic vessels may be con- served for transportation of troops, food and war supplies, are postage stamps. This means that all stamps will leave the country henceforth in more limited quanti- ties, and then only when sent by persons licensed by the Gotummannh to engage in this trade. Offhand, it may seem odd that ow should be considered as something which would take up cargo space, but when stamps are included among hundreds of commodities which constantly are sent abroad, the aggregate saving of such space is obvious. The licensing system will enable the Government to have knowledge of all. per- sons who send out stamps, and the chance that the labels may be used for secret codes is thus minimized. Exporters are required to send the stamys either by registered mail or first class mail and the name of the consigner, his license number, and a de- scription of the contents, must be marked om -each wrapper, and the stamps must leave the country by way of the Executive Postal Censorship Committee in New York City. As for importing, consignments valued at less than $100 may be brought in without license, but if the stamps are worth more than that amount, a license must be ob- tained for each consignment. These regulations apply to all stamps, foreign and domestic, cancelled and un- used, and in trade with all neutral lands and with the countries which are our Allies in war, except that no stamps at all may pass between the United States and Russia for the reason that Russia for many months has forbidden this. As for the Central Powers, patriotic philatelists have long since discontinued such stamp trade; but regulations have been promulgated which forbid such commerce with the enemy. New U. S. Vanreties BS fea next you obtain an ordinary three-cent stamp, take a magnifying glass and examine the little round button at the center of the collar which is at the neck of George Washington in the portrait. If the button contains five vertical lines, the stamp is the one you have been ac- customed to use. But if the button con- tains, instead, first, a vertical line; second, a vertical line; third, a dot between two dashes; fourth, a vertical line; and fifth (at the very right), two dots—if you find this combination, then you have a stamp which was made by a process which the Bureau of Engraving and Printing at Washington has recently adopted! If there are five vertical lines, the stamp was made from a steel plate into whic the design was cut or etched by an en- graver with his tools—the method by which our country’s stamps have been printed ever since it began to produce the labels more than seventy years ago. But if the vertical lines are broken in the manner de- scribed, then you will know that the stam was printed from a zinc plate to whic photographs have been transferred! The first process, still employed in the making of our adhesives except those of the new three cent denomination, is known as recess printing. The second is called surface printing or (because of the use of an off-set press) off-set printing. Recess printing is so termed because the design as put upon the steel plate con- tains recesses made by the engravers’ in- struments; and the paper, pressed against the plate, enters these recesses to reach the ink, and thus, when the stamp is com- pleted, the design stands out in relief. Surface printing is so called because the zinc plate is not engraved at all, but, in- stead, the camera is used to transfer photo- graphs of the stamp to the smooth surface of the zinc, and these photographs are in turn transferred to the paper—usually 400 photographs to each sheet inasmuch as the Government generally produces our stamps in sheets of 400 each. As there are no recesses in the zinc plate, the completed stamp is smooth of surface. Why did the Government decide to adopt this new process? It was because of con- ditions arising out of the war, and thus the new surface-printed labels, with the usual varied types of perforations, are classed as war labels! The pyrites in the ink were of inferior quality and, eating away the steel, destroyed engraved plates so quickly that the Government was threatened with a shortage of this value, the denomination now most commonly used, as new steel plates could not be manufactured in quantities to replace the damaged ones. So, as the gritty sub- stances in this poorer ink do not affect zinc as they do steel, the new process, known as p) oto-lithography, was adopted. Tuat Arr-Piane Stamp Bie ony the Government changes its lans you have by this time read newspaper despatches telling of the pro- posed inauguration of. the air-post system of transporting letters between Washing- ton and New York by way-of Philadelphia. 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ase ra pe «aa 1 Method of mending puncture with rubber | bands REGULATION tration shows how to use a rubber band outfit. After you locate the puncture, clean the dirt from around the puncture, stretch as many rubber bands on the re- pair tool as will fit into the hole, then soak them well with rubber cement. In- sert in the puncture as shown and then withdraw the tool. After the bands are in place and the cement has hardened, trim off the ends with a knife or scissors. For large punctures and more perma- nent repairs, a brass plug is better than rubber bands. A small pair of pliers should be used to force the large oval disk through the punc- ture, then the small disk is screwed down and tightened by turning the threaded stem with fingers or wrench until both disks bear so tightly on the inner and outer surface of the tire that no air can escape. The stem is then cut or filed off flush with the disk. A little cement should also be inserted with the brass plug. The third and oldest puncture mending method is by the use of rubber plugs. This type of plug is inserted with pliers, as illustrated, first smearing both plug and hole with rubber cement. Then draw the plug tight with the strings, these being attached to most plugs, and inflate the tire. When the cement is hardened, cut off the stem of the plug flush with the tire. Be- fore making this repair, it is best to smooth and round the edge of the puncture by use of a hot wire. If your tire leaks and no puncture can be found, first test the valve and if it does not leak, you —" pretty sure that the tire is porous. e only remedy for this is a good tire fluid, which can be in- serted in the tire by unscrewing and re- moving the inside of the valve with the valve dust cap and then screwing the tube of tire fluid on the valve stem, just as you would a pump. Slowly force the contents of the tube into the tire by pressing the end of the tube and gradually rolling ft up (Continued on page 64)

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The race don’t amount to a row of pins.’ iy “JI—I’m glad you feel that way,” said ; Chesley in a tone of relief. “Of course, I suppose the—the quarter ‘mile is really the most important one.” He hesitated an in- stant and then went on with shy admira- tion. “It must be wonderful to be able to ‘|swim that far even without beating any- bedy else.” Blake smiled tolerantly down on the boy. Already in some curious fashion the bitterness and chagrin of defeat was slip- ping away from him. In those first angry moments he had even thought of letting the other race go and refusing to compete, but now it seemed a matter of course that he should enter it as he had plann “Can’t you swim that distance?” he asked casually. A vivid flush flamed into the boy’s pale face and his lips trembled. “I—I—can’t swim at all,” he confessed, eyes awkwardly downcast. “You can’t swim!’ Alan’s voice ex- pressed astonishment and perhaps a shade of contempt. “That’s funny. Haven’t you ever tried?” “Yes, but I—that is, Mr. Hildebrand is —is teaching me.” Alan wondered vague- ly whether there could be something more than mere lack of proficiency in the water back of all that embarrassment. But be- fore he could pursue the idea further, Phelps, Hodges and Spero came hurrying up from the beach. “Hard lines, Blakie,” drawled the for- mer. “You’d have passed him in another five yards. What was the trouble?” Blake shrugged his shoulders. “Oh, I made a bum start for one thing,” he ex- plained indifferently. “Besides, he’s a fairly decent swimmer, you know.” He made no reference to the cause of that poor start. He was too proud to give even an appearance of playing the cry- baby. Phelps nodded. “He’s that, all right. I believe you'll do him in the quarter mile, though. He’s gone into about everything this afternoon, and you'll be a lot fresher. Anyhow, for goodness’ sake, try your darndest. I’m sick of hearing him everlastingly puffed up.” yom departed in response to the call for entries in the quarter mile. But when he had taken his place in the float with the other four contestants, it was not Phelp’s rather petulant urging that lin- gered in his mind so much as the half-con- fident, half-anxious, shyly-devoted look he had surprised on Chesley’s face as he moved awa “The kid’ll be mighty disappointed if I don’t come out ahead,” he said to him- self as he waited tensely fur the starting signal. That thought was in his mind as he made a clear and perfect dive, and though he did not realize it, the faith and interest of BOYS’ LIFE

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the smaller boy proved a stimulus which equalled, if not surpassed, his desire to win the race from Neil MacNair. It was not going to be an easy race to win. No brilliant burst of speed would be of use here. One had to go cautiously, always keeping back something in reserve for that last heart-breaking fifty yards or so. Blake was grimly amused when two of the swimmers passed him and headed down the course at racing speed. Out of the corner of his eye he saw that MacNair was taking things easily, just keeping up a moderately fast, regular stroke. So was Frank Gaslew, and Alan began to won- der if he would prove dangerous. The course had been laid straight down the harbor, the stake boat that marked its termination standing just off the small, wooded island. Half way down was anchored a small boat with a white flag fluttering at the bow, and as he approached this Blake realized that he had to increase his speed slightly to keep up with MacNair and Gardner. A few minutes later he passed the two fellows who had spurted. They were panting loudly and splashing a bit wildly. “They won’t even finish—the nuts!” thought Blake derisively. HEN suddenly he realized that Gard- ner was creeping past him, and on the other side MacNair was even. In an in- stant he forgot everything save those splashing bodies and the stake boat with its fluttering flag so far ahead. He put more power into his stroke, but somehow he could not seem to gain on Gardner; the best he could do was to hold the distance between them. His breath was coming hard now and for the first time something like a panic smote, him lest he should be left behind. He took a wild, spasmodic stroke or two before he pulled himself to- gether’and settled down to a clean racing speed. The finish was at hand now—that gruel- ling spurt for which he had tried to hoard up some reserve. Blake ceased to take in the progress of his rivals. The swift turn- ings of his head from side to side showed him only blurred, spray-flecked flashes of sunlight; the excited shrieking of the crowd came to his drumming ears like dis- tant, unrecognizable noises. His muscles ached; his lungs were bursting. He could not seem to drag in air enough. With no means of knowing whether he was gaining or not, he began to be tor- tured with the conviction that the others were ahead and that it was of no avail to struggle further. And then, just as he was considering the unutterable bliss of suddenly ceasing all effort, a shrill shriek rose out of the noisy chaos and stung into his consciousness. “Oh, Blakie—go it! You’ve got ’em! Keep it up a minute longer, Blakie!” It sounded oddly like the voice of Ches- ley, and something in its urgence tingled through Alan like an electric shock. With the last bit of power he could summon he flung himself forward. Two strokes he took, four, six, eight—clean, powerful strokes that sent his weary body sizzling through the water. Then a shadow loomed suddenly beside him; he recognized the blurred outlines of the stake boat, and with a deep sigh he-rolled over on his back and floated face upward with eyes closed, drawing in the precious air with great gulps that even then could not seem to fill his lungs. LAKE was just beginning to breathe with some approach to comfort when he realized that someone near at hand was The Boy Scouts’ Magazine bike “should worry.” In a few minutes he’s there — out to the cool old swimming hole tucked privately away among the shady trees. New DEPARTURE Od SX Glorious days of summer once more. Let the hot sun shine and the dust blow—the boy with a “The Brake that Brought the Bike Back’® . should be on the bicycle of every boy. Prevents tired legs and ac- cidents. You coast just as fast as you want to on the down grades— and can stop instantly. It doubles the fun of riding. When you buy a new bike, insist that it be equipped with the New Departure Coaster Brake—or ask your dealer to put one on your old wheel. : The New Departure Manufacturing Co., Bristol, Conn. FREE TRIAL E ship you a new Oliver Typewriter direct from the factory for five days free trial. Keep it or returnit. You are your own salesman. If you keep it, pay us at the rate of $3 per month. We offer here the identical $100 Oliver for $49. So you save $51. All by our new sales plan. This is the same Oliverused by many of the big- gest concerns. Brand new— not second hand nor rebuilt. Write today for full particulars. Don’t wait. The Oliver TypewriterCo. 296 Oliver Typewriter Bldg. Chicago, Ill. y (763) THE OFFICIAL 5: yout BOY SCOUT AXE Pi Plumb Axe for the Spring hikes, the Summer camp. Not alone because it’s been adopted by the Scouts, but because it’s made right. High grade, one-piece steel, special- ly tempered. Holds its edge. Perfectly bal- anced. Has nail-pull- ing slot. Axe alone, $1.25 Axe with leather sheath, $1.50 At hardware stores everywhere. FAYETTE R. PLUMB, INC., ; PHILADELPHIA, PA.

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It was a mighty close thing between him and Gard- ner.” Blake nodded and releasing his hold swam around the stern of the Sea Coot and headed for the shore. As he came nearer he saw that Hodges, Phelps, Spero, | Chesley and several others, some of whom | he “a! knew by sight, were waiting for |him. The moment he landed they clus- | tered around, overwhelming him with bois- | terous congratulations. In spite of his outward indifference Blake warmed to their praise. Its evident genuineness and sincerity surprised him, especially from the fellows he scarcely knew, but that made it none the less ac- ceptable. “Oh, it wasn’t such a muchness,” he pro- tested after a while. “I’ve always known how to swim.” He turned suddenly and with mock ferocity on the boy who walked beside him. “Chess, old man,” he de- manded abruptly, “did you do some yell- ing just before the finish?” Chesley flushed and laughed a little ner- vously. “I—I guess I did,” he confessed shyly. “I got awfully excited.” “I thought it was you,” said Blake briefly. He dropped one hand across Chesley’s shoulder and gripped the thin muscles with almost painful force. The boy did not even wince under the rough pressure. His flush deepened and into his eyes there came a look that was the very opposite of pain. Then Blake’s hand slid upward, ruffling the boy’s hair. “You’re a great kid,” he muttered under his breath, Indistinct as the words were, Chesley heard them with an odd thrill. He did not quite understand, but there was something in Blake’s tone that brought a wave of happiness over the smaller chap. HE launch had reached the dock ahead of them and as Blake came up he saw MacNair step suddenly out of a laughing group to meet him. Instinctively he stif- fened, and his head went up a little. “That was dandy work, old man,” said Mac, warmly. “You're certainly a shark in the water.” Smiling, he held out his hand and Alan took it. “Thanks,” returned the latter laconically, his face a trifle red. “It wasn’t anything wonderful. You did about as well yourself.” MacNair shook his head. “Not quite; I’m not in your class,” he said quietly. 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Hilly didn’t see it and call us back. We'll have to swim it over again—to-morrow, I ee as it’s pretty late now.” Blake made a quick dissenting gesture. “Shucks!” he exclaimed. “We'll do noth- ing of the sort. What difference does it make, anyhow? There'll be plenty of other races before we quit camp. I'd rather not have anything more said about it.” MacNair nodded _ comprehendingly. “That’s the way I’d feel myself, but you can see I couldn’t very well take the race under the circumstances. Ill just tell Hilly about it and let him decide what’s to be done.” He ‘turned away with a friendly wave of his hand, leaving Blake half annoyed, half ashamed at the disagreeable thoughts he had harbored against MacNair. “He’d be a half way decent sort if he wasn’t so—so beastly perfect,” admitted Alan to himself. “I never could get along with a fellow who’s so everlastingly right about everything.” It was too bad, he reflected, that Mac- Nair was that sort. Otherwise he might be a good one to help investigate the mys- teries of the gray beach and the haunted sloop which had lingered in the back of Blake’s mind all day. At least, he was a fellow whose nerve could be depended on; he wouldn’t be so spineless as Hodges, or so nervous and jumpy as Phelps and Spero. “But of course he’d think it was his duty to hot-foot right away to Hilly or Strat- ton, and spoil all the fun,” Alan decided scornfully.. “I guess there’s nothing to do but tackle it alone. I wonder if they'll have some other fool thing going on to- morrow to keep us stuck here. I’d certainly like to get over to that hut and take an- | other good look around.” CHAPTER VIII Tue Gray Beacu Blake’s relief he found nothing scheduled for the next day that would keep him in camp. Immediately after dinner he made his way straight to the landing. He had taken pains to secure the use of a canoe for the afternoon, and with some little difficulty had shaken off Hodges and Phelps, who both showed an embar- rassing inclination to accompany him. Blake did not wish for company that afternoon. He was going to make a thor- ough exploration of the gray beach and its environs, and he did not intend to sad- dle himself with anyone who would inter- fere with his purpose. Fifteen minutes later the bow grated on the beach opposite. Blake drew the canoe up on the sand and then set off briskly along the beach and through the woods to the deserted shack. He took in everything with a keen roving glance, but did not pause until he reached the entrance of the cabin. “I'd certainly like to get inside and take a look around,” he said aloud. “I won- der if I could pry a shutter loose, or some- thing.” Stepping forward, he took hold of the old latch and shook it, but the door failed to give as he had expected. Rickety as it looked, there was an uncommonly solid feeling. about the oak planks when he thrust one knee hard against them. He noticed, too, for the first time, that there was no key hole. , “Must be bolted on the inside,” he mur- mured. “More than one ‘bolt, too, from the feel. That’s funny. I'll take a look The Boy Scouts” Magazine . The Davis Sewinc Macurine Co. Why does the Dayton Last so Long? i DAYTON Bicycles out-live the ordin-“ ~ ary bicycle because of superior design, better material and extra care in every detail of construction. We know of twenty-three-year-old DAYTON Br- cycLes—still in service! ” Dayton Bicycles are made, throughout, of the best mater- ials obtainable for the purpose. Drop- forgings and inner reinforcements play an important part in the long life ofa DAYTON! Construction methods and design are also important. DAYTONS are both designed and Suilt to last. WRITE FOR FREE CATALOG Gives all Dayton details and tells how to make money and save time with a bicycle. Cycle Dept. Dayton, Oux10 DAYTON FEATURES— Cc ‘bonized, then case- hardenedin cyanide. Extra large, High Duty ( AA) ball bearings. 2-Point Bearings, front and rear. Front hub and cup turned from solid steel.One-piece drop-forged crank, [[ See other features in Ad No.6 ] Boys:carrya Leedawl COMPASS on your

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Dearborn St, Chicago 58 Learn bs (Ted oF: bob (or at the back door, I guess.” The rear door was fastened on the outside by a strong iron hasp and a heavy padlock, which ac- counted for the inside bolts on the front door. Doubtless this had been the en- trance most used by the eccentric owner. But Alan was still puzzled. The strength of the padlock seemed out of proportion to its purpose, and there was a brightness about the metal which made him wonder how it could have stood the corroding ef- fects of sea air for a year without show- ing more signs of it. ND then, as he stood there wondering, there came to him all at once that queer, half creepy sense of human near- ness. It seemed as if someone were stand- ing on the other side of that door, sepa- rated from him only by an inch or two of planking. He even fancied he could hear cautious, suppressed breathing, and im- ulsively he took a hurried step or two ackward. Turning away, Blake caught his underlip between his teeth and steadied himself with an effort. What an idiot he was! With the door locked on the outside, how was it possible for anyone to be with- in the hut? He moved over to the small window that looked out on the rear and shook the shutter. It was as stout and unyielding as the doors, and after a mo- ment’s indecision he took out his knife and opened the largest blade. Thrusting the knife between shutter and casing, he pried gently. At one spot it seemed to give a little and he pulled harder. Then suddenly the blade snapped off short and Alan stumbled back with an exclamation of annoyance. “Hang it all, I might have known that | would happen. And the other blades aren’t worth shucks.” The spot suddenly took on an added air of loneliness, and camp seemed a long ways off. But there was a stubborn streak in Blake’s makeup which prevented his ae an abrupt retreat, no matter how much he felt like it. Turn- ing his back on the hut, he surveyed the pine woods which crowded so closely to the rear. But the trees, tall and thickly set, the lower trunks bristling with dead branches, made a gloomy, depressing vista which seemed to go on forever. “Nothing doing “here,” he thought. “TI’ll take a look at the boat and then go back.” He found the-tide much higher than it had been three days before. It covered the narrow strip of mud up to the edge of the matted beach grass and had swept away all signs of the boys’ footprints. e sloop lay about as Alan had last seen her, except that the stern had swung around and the bow barely rested on a mass of slippery grass. It was the rope alone, Blake reflected, that prevented her drift- ing away. The old cap still lay in the cockpit; the cabin door stood ajar. There was nothing to show that the boat had been taken from her mooring; yet on the other hand, the briefest of examinations showed Alan how easy such a thing would be. “Anybody could sail her out of the in- let at high tide and bring her back with- out a soul’s being the wiser,” he thought. “Even if there were any footprints, the tide would cover them in a few hours, But who the dickens would take her out, and what for?” AS he retraced his steps and crossed diagonally toward the beach, in front of the hut, Alan cast a glance at the shut- tered windows and bolted door and for an OFFICIAL BOSTON AGENTS Boy Scout Uniforms Equipment OF EVERY KIND AND DESCRIPTION. WEAR RESISTING SCHOOL CLOTHING FOR BOYS © ALSO HATS, SHOES AND FURNISHINGS.™S> | orn 0. g Boston | THE: SERVICE: STORE. 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the windows had opened the nearest crack. But as he stopped and stared fixedly at it he realized that it was closed as tightly as the other, and a dull flush crimsoned his face. It was ‘simply. ridiculous to Iet his imagination run away with him like this. The thing must stop right here and now. He glanced at his watch—three-thirty already, and he wanted to be back for the afternoon swim. He decided to try a straight line for the ¢amp instead of re- turning along the beach, and consulted his pocket compass to set a course direct north. It led him up the inlet and then into the woods. The trees — thickly with little undergrowth to delay him. It was cool here, and the pleasant shade was grateful after the blinding glare of the sun on sand and water. Once or twice the woods thinned out and the ground on his left became low and marshy. Then the land sloped upward into woods again, and presently Blake, stepping noiselessly over moss and pine needles, came sudden- ly to the edge of a curious circular clear- ing and paused abruptly. The clearing was at least fifty feet across and was evidently a natural one. The slim, straight, thickly growing forest trees crowded closely to its edges where they stopped with considerable abrupt- ness, almost with the air of having been sliced off with a knife. In the center of the glade stood a queer umbrella-shaped tree, thick of trunk, gnarled and pee gy in appearance. But before he had time for more than the most casual- glance, he was surprised and startled to discover a man standing with his back toward him in the shadow beside the tree. LAN’S first thought was that it was one of the fellows, but almost as swift- ly he dismissed the idea as impossible. It was a grown man who stood there so oddly motionless, a man taller than Mr. Stratton and with an even greater breadth of shoul- der. And as he stared at those shoulders and at -the slightly stooping back, there came over Alan a sudden, teasing sense of familiarity, and all at once an odd tingling began to flicker up and down his spine. The next instant, without the slightest warning, the man whirled around and for a second half crouched motionless, his black, deep-set eyes glaring at Blake from under bushy brows. He had a square, powerful chin, high cheek bones and a prominent nose. Across one cheek a livid scar stood out dully white against the darker tan and gave a menacing, sinister expression to the face which Alan instant- ly recognized with a shudder of amazement and apprehension. (To be continued in July Boys’ Lire) Will It Rain? IRDS are excellent barometers. A number of our birds—swans, wild duck, coots, moorhens, and others —build their nests either on the banks of a river, or floating on its surface attached to the reeds or water grasses. These birds, it is said, never by any chance get caught by floods, and if you see a swan’s nest, say, a foot above the river level you may be sure that during the next few weeks there will not be rain enough to raise the river above that height. The common robin knows a great deal about forthcoming weather, which he will tell anyone who takes the trouble to con- sult him. If he sings in the morning it is a certain sign of bad weather. The common cricket is a good rain prophet. If he chirps loudly and con- stantly you may safely. expect rain. An- other insect, the goncemer spider, is equally as clever. The Boy Scouts’ Magazine ‘A ) The Best Thing at the Picnic” T’S that great big plate of Beech-Nut Peanut Butter sandwiches.! Make them yourself, right at the picnic. Carry along a loaf of bread and a jar of Becch-Nut Peanut Butter. Slice the bread, spread on the Beech-Nut, and you have a delicious, fresh sandwich in a minute. Ask mother to get a jar today. Be sure it’s Beech-Nut, because Beech-Nut is the kind that is so smooth and creamy. Booklet of 101 New Recipes on Requesi Beecu-Nut Pacxinc Co., CANasjouariz, N. Y. Beech-Nut Peanut Butter ‘Ja Week ‘2 Black Beauty Get the Catalog; then get the “‘bike’’. BOYS! ¥: wre | ee Bs you, freight prepaid, e Black Beauty models og gelect—without basking. ‘you to send us a cent in advan ‘ou to see the snappiest, raciest, ® best- built bicycle in all cycledom. Keep it, or return it expense. No risk to you; no waiting; ee no “need to “save up”. The Black Beauty Plan gives you the wheel at once; — pay @ small deposit on acceptance send us only $1 & week. We'll’ ship ON APPROVALT: es, finish and easy riding het Exetesive Featu including the ae ITALIC “NON-SKID “TIRES —the eatin easiest-riding tires made; special pat- ented ‘‘finger’’ grips that fit the hand; 12-arm “B-B” sprocket ; springy, Fo ey oy saddle; motorbike handle bar and front fork; reinforced frame (with beautiful dove- — color design), best hardened steel ball bearings, full tool kit, W. AIT. } ae fi ay Black. ati ge A ag col- We'll mail with ayment Plan in detail. Then ame out the model pen want.” SUNDR a ° —_ money. Get our factory-price Sundries Cat- Free. Bees for cyclists—Lamps, Tires, Pumps, Saddles, Tn Bells, Repairs, ps, Handle Bars, etc, Haverford Cycle Co. (7* Dept. C 28, Philadephia BOYS! OUT IN ee Yes, sir: Boys, my new “Tip-Top” Baler beats anything you ever saw for making money in your spare time. Everybody has waste paper which they want to get rid of. You take it away and bale It Into “cash.” I tell you how to sort different grades of paper to bring > highest prices—where to sell and ship and how to get a— ae Rowe 7/P-/oP Baler ; pe cy that will pay for. itself in just a for my Free Folder and offer. Ask th business, by (made in 4 sizes). in your barn or spare room and use it in your spare time. You will soon have. a nice bank account and a busi- ness of your own. hag | is pleasant and profitable —no canvassing. e Tip-Top —— are easy to operate and the fastest “paling mo on the mar- ket. To help you get started, I will furnish free enough bale ties for 500 _ % es) i - o eopeee made $400 in one year on thi t beat it for pate money easy. Write fo for Pn Folder and Price List today. 4 adress ALVIN V. ROWE, Pres. Galesburg, Ill.’ Write Today ust ask for “Bicycle cats talog’’: or “Sundries Catalog.”” Send no money. ROLL THE MONEY ew fillings. Send shan" it to your folks. in this Dept. BL-6

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wie Boys Camping Time Again Pack your kits and “hike” to the woods. But don’t forget a bottle of 3-in-One Oil. er the self-sealing Handy Oil Can that fits so snugly in a hip pocket. 3-in-One is a real vacation necessity. Keeps everything in working order and prevents rust on guns andtools. Best gun and pistol oil. Oils hammer, trigger, break-joint and magazine just right. Keeps inside of barrel bright and prevents Jeading. Nothing se “"“3-in-One Oil for a stiff fishing reel. Also keeps lines and flies water-proof. Put 3-in-One on shoes and leather leggings— makes “em soft and water-proof. All stores: 1 oz., 3 oz . 25c; 8 oz. (%2 pt.), 50c. Handy Oil Cans,3 oz.,25e. Ifyour dealer does not carry these cans we will send one by parcel post, full of 3-in-One, for 30c. Ask for 3-in-One and avoid substitutes. FREE—Sample and Dictionary of uses. Three-in-One Oil Co. 165ELG. Broadway, New York SAVE 25% to 60% on slightly used 4 GRAFLEX-KODAKS ‘ameras and Lenses of every description. Equal to new. Save money. Write now for Free Bargain Book and Catalog listing hundreds of money-saving bar- sem gains in slightly used and new cam- eras and supplies. All goods sold on 10 days’ Free Trial. Money back if not satis- fied. You take no chances dealing with us. We have been in the photographic business over 16 years. Write now. CENTRAL CAMERA CO. DEPT. 156 124 S. Wabash Avenue Chicago MAKE YOUR BIKE A MOTORCYCLE ouch. FITS ANY BICYCLE. Bante Vie hag eam BEE BO guinist and tree book FREE B dese bing the SHAW Bicycle Motor At- and second-hand, $35 --¥# — SHAW MANUFACTURING CO, Dept.223, Galesburg, Kansas. DRUMS and BUGL (Send ter Catatog B-ta) ’ Learn Watchwork, Jewelrywork and 4 A fine trade commanding a good sal- Engr aving. ary, and your services are always in demand. Address HOROLOGICAL Department L, Bradley Institute, Peoria, Ill., for our latest catalag. 60 HE Cave $ ee ae - bc y. % fy ~ per é ee ae aa ide Ee H OU fellows all know how it feels to havea tickling in your nose—the kind that comes when you want to sneeze —and you wiggle your face around, and squint one eye, and sniff a couple of times just to help things along and catch your breath like a cry- ing baby, and then, when you get ready and full of wind, you let her go with a_ lusty “Ker-choo!” “Say, boy, ain’t it a gra-a-and and GLOR-yus feelin’? Ta_ ti-di-a- tya- tya!” Well, sometimes the Cave Scout has a feeling like that only it isn’t a sneeze that’s both- ering him—it’s a poem. A lot of you fel- lows have seen him go through these spells and you know the symptoms, but there’s a bunch of new scouts here who ought to be warned in advance. I’ve had a poem tick- ling my mental workings ever since you fellows crawled in here for our regular con- fab and there’s no use in our trying to do business until it’s over with. So here goes! When the sun rides high in a summer sky And your shadow is short as your nose, On the country road where the earth, dust- dry, Puffs pa through your naked toes; When the grasshopper scrapes his monoto- nous drone Half asleep in the withering grass When the thirsty trees.scarce turn their leaves In the listless breezes that pass; When the heat waves quake and shiver and shake On the crest of the sun-baked knoll— Come away with me to the willow tree That shelters the swimming hole! Come away with me where the willow tree ‘Dapples the water cool, Where the skate-bugs dash and the shiners sh In the depths of the magic pool; Where the lilies float at the mossy brink, Where the thrushes bathe, where the robins drink! Come away with mé where the waters free Dance merrily over the shoal, Come away with me to the willow tree That shelters the swimming hole! i There you are! Just like that! Dickens of a thing for a_ full-grown man to be up to— writing poetry— but that seems to be one habit I can’t overcome. PEAKING about swim- ming, the Cave Scout believes it is the finest outdoor sport there is, and I'll bet we could get almost a unani- mous vote on that ate gg om right ere to-day. But I’m expecting any day now to pick up a paper and see a headline something like this: Two Boy Bathers Drown i P } | ; ; } Go Beyond Depth in Turtle River and Sink Before Help Can Arrive Say, fellows, let’s talk over this swim- ming business face to face. Possibly some- thing we can say here to each other to-day may be the means of saving somebody’s life this summer. The Cave Scout has never been afraid of the water—in fact, his Dad taught him to swim almost as soon as he could walk; but one day he had an experience that has made him think seri- ously about the water ever since. One hot summer afternoon the Cave Scout and a couple of pals were eating an ice-cream soda when a boy came running up the street half dressed and shouting that a boy was drowning in the river. We ran to the swimming hole half a mile away and found on the bank a group of terrified lads pointing to an otly in the current. After diving a few times we located the body and brought it ashore. We tried artificial respiration, but it was too late. Well, the Cave Scout has never forgotten the clammy chill of that white little body and the heart-rending look of anguish in the eyes of the mother when she saw her bo Vy. Fortunately, eo 4 Scouts know that water is a fine thing to wash in and a fine thing to drink, but it is not a sub- stitute for air when it comes to breathing. I believe that hundreds of drowning acci- dents have been prevented by the knowl- edge possessed by Boy Scouts, and we all know what a magnificent record Boy Scout life savers have made in rescuing people from death in the water—fully ninety per cent of the Life Savers’ badges awarded having been given for water rescues. But in spite of all we can do, some people will BOYS’ LIFE XUM

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ofl Sa wee Se Oe a i an ei ae. ae. -. oe . Scouts— Keep dry and comfortable in this fine tent— Waterproofed “The Rover” complete only $5.00 The Waterproofing makes this tent water-tight without adding 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 simply tie the ridge rope between two trees. Plenty of room for three or four boys. Made of high-grade khaki drill- ing, double sewed. 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 $5.00. We ship the tent PREPAID. SABIC - Waterproofed TENTS come in all sizes and prices—scout tents, camp tents, canoe tents, mo- tor tents, wigwam tents and nomad tents. FREE “Guide for Campers” and com- plete tent catalog. Tells all you need to know about preparing for the trip and making camp. Send for your Free Copy. THE FRED F. SABEY CO., INC. 184 South Ave., Rochester, N. Y. SCOUT MASTER Fill in this coupon and we will Send Free of All Charge enough Wheatena Scout Rations for your Next Hike eee eee eee eee eee ee eee eee eee eee ee eee No. of Scouts in Troop........ Troop NO... c.cccce PORN 6 5kiccscnskiccbownths atbcsteueeaneeen June Scout Master This order must be signed by Scout Master and sent to The Wheatena Company Wheatenaville, Rahway, New Jersey The Boy Scouts’ Magazine still be fools enough to play with death by taking chances in the water. It is our job as scouts to use every effort we can to prevent accidents from taking place, and to train ourselves for prompt and ef- fective work in rescue when our services are needed. | apr I want to take a little dip in the question hole. Here’s a letter from a boy whose troop has gone nuts over military drill, He’s wondering—but here, read the letter yourselves: “Dear Cave Scour: “Our assistant scoutmaster is a high school cadet. He gets military drill and he knows the manual of arms. He wants the boys to bring B. B. guns and drill with them. He says B. B.’s are not firearms and do not come under that restriction. I think a boy can do as much damage with a B. B. don’t think gun drill is Scouting, and if the boys drill with guns it will spoil the whole game. Some of the boys’ mothers are afraid of even wooden guns, let alone real ones with lead in them. “Please ask the fellows in the what they think about this. “Your brother Scout, ow, P.” It isn’t strange, Scout W. P., with the whole world at war and millions of men training at gun-drills, that some boys will get the gun-drill fever. No doubt they think they can help their country in that way. Let’s see about that. Uncle Sam has asked the Boy Scouts to serve in the First, the Second and the Third Liberty Loan Campaigns; he has enlisted them as his dispatch-bearers in the drive against Hun propaganda in America; he has given them a big and important job in boosting the sale of Thrift and War Savings Stamps; but so far as I have heard he hasn’t asked a single boy of scout age to put a gun on his shoulder and drill. Why hasn’t Uncle Sam given guns to his boys? Because he knows they can be a thousand times more helpful in winning the war in other ways. It’s just barely possible, W. P., that Uncle Sam knows as much-about what his scouts ought to do as does your high school cadet. Now, I’m not saying any- thing against your cadet; no doubt he is a splendid fellow, and eager to help; but in this particular case he is on the wrong track. The Boy Scout Movement is now, always has been and always will be, a non- military organization, and gun-drills do not have a place in its program of activi- ties. The best military experts in the country do not believe in drills for boys of scout age. And that is only one of the many reasons why military drill is not made a part of Scouting. You are absolutely right, Scout W. P., and every scout official will back you up in your stand. | try again. Cave “Dear Cave Scour: “T am a boy who lives in the country. “I did belong to a troop in town, but it is too far for me to go to the meetings. Also it is impossible for me to go on their hikes and camping trips, so I feel that I am a drawback to the troop. I would like to know if I can be a Pioneer Scout. a. Orr You bet you can, W. O. Send in your name and address to Headquarters for full particulars about Pioneer Scouts. Your old Scoutmaster no doubt will be glad to help you. Tue Cave Scout. gun as with any other kind. ['|-. 7 Taba be) wz | . o On the Wings of the Wind You can sure travel like a breeze on an Iver Johnson. The military camp, the big ball game, the swimming and picnic places are often too far away to walk. But on an Iver Johnson you can crowd a lot of fun into an afternoon and get back in time for dinner, too. Truss Bridge Frame—Drop Forgings—Two- Piece Crank—the finest money can buy —these are a few of the features that make an Iver Johnson Bicycle wear and ride well for years and years. Write today for free and interesting bicycle book “‘B’’ Six Boys’ Models, $22.50 to $27.50. Adults’, $37.50 to $55.00, IVER JOHNSON’S ARMS & CYCLE WORKS 342 River Street, Fitchburg, Mass. New York: 99 Chambers St. San Francisco: 717 Market St. IVER JOHNSON BICYCLES Haw ee Jeffery’s Marine Canoe Glue each: by To Use and How roof.’’ At all MORRIS CANOES A Boy’s life is not complete without a canoe. Ask Dad—He Knows. Catalogue free. MORRIS CANOE COMPANY 211 State St., Veazie, Me. CANOES ROWBOATS $22 AND FISHBOATS CRD ot chabic Motors UP Detachable Motor Boats Motor Boats 16to 24 Ft. 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Get This Outfit, Boys! ar Outfit Unpacked Think, boys, of the greater fun you'll get out of your long hikes and camping trips, if you own this in- dividual “Wear-Ever”’ Boy Scout Cooking Outfit Sling the adjustable strap of the compact, khaki carrying-case over your shoulder—and “eat- ing-time” will be any time—wherever you can build a fire. Weighs only 27 ounces. Con- tains six seamless pieces, stamped from thick, specially-hardened sheet aluminum. Consult the Department of Scout Supplies or your Sporting Goods House, or write The Aluminum Cooking Utensil Co. Dept. 32, New Kensington, Pa Catalog illustrating larger outfits will be sent on request Outfit Packed Perfect Control is Assured With the Cerbin Duplex Brake Slight pressure stops your bicycle slowly, ler pressure stops it in- stantly when you use Corbin Duplex Coaster Brake You are ready for quick, sure action in city traffic or on country b Corbin brake is sosimple and strong that it can’t fail. You must have it in order to make the most of bicycle. Write for Catalog CORBIN SCREW CORPORATION y Sees a ar warning eg 206 High Street, New Britain, Conn. long ence bbi tion, rt illustrated, enlarged improv 25 cts. with sample copy of the American Poultry Advocate containing POULTRY ADVOCATE. ‘Desk 205" Gyracuse, N.Y. 62 Think and Grin June Think and Grin Winners Ned Kroll, Honolulu, T. H.; Ernest Hanson, Wisconsin; Richard D. Warnick, Pennsylvania; James Neill, Mississippi; Samuel Winetsky, New Jersey; Scout Jones Maxson, Tennessee; Noah Pines, New York; Einar Carlson, Illinois; Scout Edward Merrill, New York City; Scout Wm. J. Wright, Louisiana. * * * June Think and Grin Old Idle Five Minutes doesn’t stand any chance this month either. He thinks he can tempt the boys away to listen to his pre-antediluvian jokes because the summer sun is shining. He for- gets that hay is made while the sun shines and that scouts are busy in food production and conservation, not exactly making hay, but mak- ing scout gardens and tarms burst their bound- aries with fruitfulness. Of course scouts will go in for a swim—but—even in the water the scout, if he is slick enough, will be able to grab an occasional fish by the tail and so help to add to the food supply. Come in, the water’s fine! Dive in and see if you can get one of our prizes—a Boy Scout Handbook. i a a Below Away Down. Jack—I don’t think I should get zero on this .- eacher—I don’t either, but that’s the lowest I could give you. * * . Alas! Teacher—Name five animals found in Alaska. Boy—Let’s see, 2 seals and 3 polar bears. * * * A Flight of Imagination Scout—I was out motoring the other day, and I came to a river, but al find no means of getting my machine across. Scoutmaster—Well, what did you do? Scout—Oh, I just sat down and thought it over. * * * Full Measure Bobby—Uncle, couldn’t a fellow have a nice Sunday’s dinner if he was as hungry as me and as roomy as you? ae Mike Crobe Carries.the Grip Why is an elephant like the Scout Motto “Be Prepared ?”’ h Because he carries his trunk with him. .* * * Cc! “I is” began a sma:: -tndent, “I am” promptly corrected the teacher, “I am the ninth letter of the alphabet,” finished the boy. * * *. High Time Scout: I heard you were going to join the aviation ome, Rastus. Negro, who is a good auto mechanic—No, sah, I ain't in no hurry to join dat. S’pose de motor would stop while we were way up and de man would say, “‘Rastus gwan out and crank up de engine,” what do you think I am anyway?’ . * * Sip a Sup and See Tenderfoot—I_ don’t see what the fellows are kicking about. This soup tastes alright to me. Second Class Scout—It would be alright if the om would admit it is soup. He insists it is coffee. * * 7 Knot There Tenderfoot taking knot test—‘“I can’t find it.” Scoutmaster surprised—“‘Can’t find what?” Tenderfoot—“I can’t find the end of this knot, somebody must have cut it off. —_ * * Catch On? Johnny—If a boy had a pole with a hook and line in the water he would be efficiency. (a- fishin’, See?) * * * More Than One Use “Well, after all,’ remarked Tommy, who had lost a leg at the war, “there’s one advantage in having a wooden leg.” ‘ “What’s that?” asked his friend. “You can hold up your bloomin’ sock with a tin-tack!”” chuckled the hero. A Missed Steak Waiter (hinting for a tip)—And how did you find your steak, sir? Diner—Oh! I just moved that little piece of potato and there it was. 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 and a Boy Scout Calendar with your $1.50 yearly subscription to this maga- zine: A Handy Pocket Flashlight Nickel-plated, extra powerful, guaranteed Tungsten Bat- tery, Mazda lamp. Size 3 x 1% x % inches, useful inside on a dark day, out- side on a dark night. A Real Eastman Camera Complete, compact, simple to use, this machine turns out a perfect little picture 1%4 x 1% inches in size. Made specially, with film No. 00, for the Boy Scouts of America. 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 or Lincoln ’ Stirring stories of these Famous Americans. Each book 5% x inches; over 200 pages. Fully illus- trated in color. Substantially bound. Select the book you like. Animal Guide of North American Wild Animals. Boy wants to know all he can about OUR NATIVE ANIMALS. 265 Pages Bound in Sack Cloth. 61 Full Page Illustrations. Each animal described by a man who knows animals. Every BOYS’ LIFE—The Boy Scouts’ Magazine, 200 Fifth Avenue, New York. Enclosed find $1.50, for which send me BOYS’ LIFE for One Year, Boy Scout Calendar and (Name of Premium) All charges prepaid by you. Name (Write plainly) . The Premium, Calendar and Magazine can go to separate addresses, if desired. Canadian of Foreign Postage extra. BOYS’ LIFE

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ase ead (Continued from page 35) “Every Scout to Feed a Soldier.” With- out further waiting for the Department of Agriculture or others to provide the badges, arrangements have been made so that all those who met the requirements of last summer by having a garden of their own and securing nine others to do likewise will receive a handsome medal in accordance with the design reproduced here. In many cases the scoutmasters have not filed reports so as to complete the claims of scouts. All scouts who met the requirements are entitled to this medal and their scoutmasters should make prompt application to the National Coun- cil. This year the program Sgn for for our garden work has is Year been set forth in full in a special edition of Scourtne, dated May Ist, which has been mailed to every scout of- ficial and boy scout alike. As _ stated therein, the need is ten times as great for food production and conservation as it was last year. Again this year a medal will be awarded for achievement in food pro- duction work. This year the conditions of the award are much different. It is im- portant that every scout and scout of- ficial understand the following conditions: 1. The scout shall work not less than sixty days during the season and for a total of not less than one hundred hours. During this time he shall be under the supervision of someone competent to direct. 2. The scout shall induce one adult not likewise engaged in food production or conservation to work with him or with some other person in the production or conservation of food during the period. 3. The scout shall submit to his scout- master, in writing, a plan of the work which he will undertake to do. He shall carry out the plan as approved by the scoutmaster, unless prevented by causes beyond his control. He shall not allow his crops nor animals to suffer for the lack of any attention they should have. 4. The scout shall secure the recom- mendation of his scoutmaster (and of the local council, if his troop is under the jurisdiction of a local council) and of the nearest representative of the United States Department of Agriculture, stating that he has fully met the requirements and is en- titled to receive the award. The candidate for this award may work on his own or any other private farm or 0 or on a farm or garden conducted y a patrol, troop, local council or camp established for food production and con- servation, provided such farm or garden is maintained under proper supervision, approved by the National Council. He may receive credit for raising pigs or other food animals, poultry or bees with the definite motive of aiding food production and conservation with a view toward helping win the war. The award will be based upon a report made by the scoutmaster through his local council or court of honor; or if not under a local council, then upon the recommen- dation of his troop committee and the recommendation of the local representative of the U. S. Department of Agriculture, who shall countersign all recommendations meeting his approval. It may be determined wise simply to make these medals available for award by troops and local councils and not by the Agricultural Department or the National Council. The important thing determined is that the medals will be available. The Boy Scouts’ :Magazine “Come On Boys—Get Into The Conn Band Wagon’’ It’s the easiest riding band-wagon to ride in and is the one that Arthur Pryor, H. Benne Henton and all of our greatest Artists are riding in and by which they have climbed the ladder of fame in music, for they are the world’s greatest. Don’t buy a cheap, hard blowing, out of tune wind instrument. The Conn in- struments are world renowned for their extremely easy blowing qualities and rich tone. Scout Bands are rapidly being formed and you should get prepared for a call on you as a member. “ America First” Models for the “Boy Scouts ” are made especially for the Scouts as they are just what you boys need. Easy to play, lightest valve action, not too heavy to carry. Write for FREE literature, photographs, articles from celebrated Artists, etc. Address Dept. S, C. G. CONN, Ltd., Elkhart, Ind. Manufacturers of Band Instruments, Bugles, Drums, -etc. : Here you are boys—a big, gh Oe Page ems roomy tent 7 ft. long, 5 ft. wide and 3 ft. hi igh- » ing (with stakes and poles) only 3% Ibs. Has two folding ~ yy stakes and packing bag. Rolls into bundle 4 x 18 in. Made from aero- plane cloth, Khaki color. Fully guaranteed. This fi: many included in our line of oe a a ae _ -OMP. fishing co. cote Touring And our prices have not advanced. Tent water-proofed by secret Raintite process. 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The New Scout Handbook, selections interesting to all Boy Scouts and every the Boy , Scout Calendar other boy. Embodies the land Boys’ Life, 1 year. SPECIAL OFFER All for $1.50. Your Own Picture The “AUTOSNAP” is an automatic shutter operating device. The “AUTOSNAP” enables you to take your picture with the group. YOU get the focus, join the group, and let the “AUTOSNAP” do the rest. The “AUTOSNAP” eliminates making two exposures to get the one result, which is your picture with the group. Saves 50% of your film and gives you better pictures. Nothing to get out of order, weighs but half an ounce, and so simple a child can_ operate it. Will last a lifetime, and the only shutter operator guaranteed by the manufacturer to operate each and every time. Your camera is not complete without one. Made in two sizes to operate :— 75 Eastman Vest Pocket a - -$ ° Any Camera or Kodak having a cable release ae -$1 .00 POSTPAID TO ANY ADDRESS hen you use an “AUTOSNAP” you include yourself Ww in all pictures. “AUTOSNAP” Manufacturing Co., Dept. D, Rochester, N.Y. FOR SALE: Summer Cottage (new Building) opp. Dan Beard’s Camp at Lake Teedguskung, Pike Co., Pa. House 22 x 22. Porch 8 x 20 feet. Waterfront. Lot 50 x 586 feet. Price $900. Oscar Oschurann, 417-18th St., B’klyn., N. Y. 64 See above FOR USE IN CAMP Handbook For Boys the best way to get it. (Continued from page 58) Put the valve back and twirl the wheel until the fluid is well distributed inside the tire. Always look carefully after the valves, for they sometimes stick and allow the air to escape. A drop of oil, applied occa- sionally, will prevent this sticking. The above puncture hints pa to all single tube tires, this being the type used almost exclusively in America. Detach- able double tube tires are repaired in the same way as the clincher automobile tires, by detaching one side of the cover from the rim, taking out the inner tube and cementing a flat rubber patch over the puncture. Mending a puncture with rubber plug Most scouts are interested in trying to find out the gear of the various wheels they examine. Here is a little advice on gearing. It is commonly supposed that the higher the gear the greater the speed of the bicycle. While to a certain degree this is true, it must be wom snag that a or r requires greater pressure a , mel athe with the result that the rider tires more quickly. With a moderately low gear the amount of power required for each stroke is very much less and, although the rider must pedal faster to attain the speed of a higher gear, the total amount of energy used is very much less. With the low gear much greater distances can be ridden with less fatigue and hills can be climbed easier. Your gear should not be higher than 74. A gear of 68 or 70 would perhaps be bet- ter, while 61-inch cranks are more suit- able than 7-inch. If your present gear is too high, say 81, you can lower it by fitting a rear sprocket with one more tooth than the one you are using. Any repairman will do this job for you and’ the cost will not be more than a half dollar. You will know that your gear is 81 if the front sprocket has 25 teeth and the rear 9 teeth. By putting a 10-tooth sprocket in place of the 9-tooth, a gear of 72 4/5 is obtained. The same gear can be obtained by variously toothed front and_ rear sprockets, as is shown by the simple formu- la for determining the gear of any bicycle, which is given here. Multiply the number of teeth on the front sprocket by the diameter of the rear wheel. Divide the result by the number of teeth in the rear sprocket. Example: Find the gear of a bicycle with a 26-tooth front sprocket, a 10-tooth rear sprocket, and a 28-inch rear wheel. 26 x 28 — 728. This number divided by 10 gives 72 4/5, or practically 73. Since pedalling power varies with in- dividual riders one gear would not be suited to all. Each rider should determine for himself just what gear he can use to best advantage. As a rule, the lightweight cyclist should use a lower gear than the more powerfully built cyclist, and~a heavy machine should be equipped with a lower gear than a lighter. BOYS’ LIFE ese aad

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BOY SCOUTS OF AMERICA #rRoM general to private, from rear admiral to seaman, the men in the service register their preference for the PARKER SELF - FILLING FOUNTAIN PEN. The same exclusive points of superiority which make the Parker the favorite in the Service, make it the best pen for our brave Boy Scouts, the future defenders of the nation. It’s SAFETY SEALED. No holes in the wall for ink to get out to soil person or uniform. Carry it flat, right side up—any position, without danger of leaking. Injury to the self-filling mechanism does not put the Parker out of commission as with other fountain pone: it automatically changes from a self-filler to a non-self-filler without interrup- tion of service. *‘The Pocket Level Pen’’ Because of an ingenious clip which brings the top of the Parker Pen to the level of the pocket, the flap buttons down smoothly, avoiding protruding pens and unsightly, bulging pockets. The Parker Clip is a new invention (for Parker Pens only) held in under the cap like a washer. Ask your dealer to show you the different styles PARKER INK TABLETS, for soldiers’ use in place of fluid ink, box of 36 for 10c. \Parker Pen Company, 305 Mill St., Janesville, Wis. New York Retail Store, Woolworth Building FOUNTAIN PENS /

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z o ° +) 2 si 2) nm 2 # “0 a 2 a 9 S - 3 4 a z 4 0°) 3 b 9) ™ at eee + SUR TRIER MNES. “A scout is clean”— The Scout Law Eeetleed Ase Level ow HE clean body, wanted by all scouts (and all real boys whether scouts or not), cannot be at its best without clean teeth. The teeth stand right at the gateway of the body, and all food and drink must be prepared by them to give you proper nourishment. That is one reason only for the manly habit of taking good care of the teeth. If you have ever had a toothache you know another good reason and your dentist can tell you many more—and so can any sol- dier or sailor. Colgate’s Ribbon Dental Cream is the denti- frice that boys like—the delicious flavor makes a real treat of the twice-a-day brush- ing. The clean, wholesome sensation that follows the use of Ribbon Dental Cream is proof of its thorough cleansing—a_ proof that the condition cf your teeth will back up if you use it faithfully. At your next visit to the dentist (you should go twice a year) ask him to tell you something about the care the teeth need, and how Colgate’s gives just that care and attempts to do nothing more. Colgate’s Ribbon Dental Cream is sold every- where—or a generous trial tube sent for 6c. COLGATE & CO., Dept. J. Established 1806 199 Fulton Street, New York THe CAREY PRINTING CO. Inc. New Yor«