From: anthropo@carina.unm.edu (Dominick V. Zurlo)
Newsgroups: rec.scouting
Subject: Resica memories II
Date: 2 Oct 92 18:29:04 GMT
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Organization: University of New Mexico, Albuquerque


 Well, for the second installment I though I'd write a little about our 
'campier' contest at Resica.  
   It had been traditional for years and years, long before I even went 
to camp as a camper to have a Miss. Resica contest every Firday afternoon
at the pool (that's Friday afternoon at the pool)  along with all other
events on the parade field, from softball throws to amoeba races to 
Eco-land quiz games, etc... Well, the Miss. Resica contest had a participant
from each troop dress in drag and be judged mainly on originality to 
both dress and to answers to both written and oral questionnaires.  
Then the contestants had to swim a lap of the "Breast Stroke" in the pool 
in costume.  (This was discontinued the last year of the contest). 
Well, For two years, every week, (1986,'87) I was the staff entry for 
the Miss Resica contest as Ramona Resica.  I had a little skirt, a couple
of scout hankerchiefs tied around some boche-balls in a bikini style for 
my chest, and a long (very long) black wig.  (Except one week when I used
an OA headdress that had poneytails down the sides.)  
  I would be reclining on a stretcher with a couple of the "Bronze Pool 
Gods" being my slave bearers and another staff member feeding me grapes
(Just like Cleopatra) When suddelny the music would burst forth as 
"Sweet Transvestite" from the Rocky Horror Picture Show and I would
be carried out of the pool-house to be set gently, or dumped unceremoniously
on the ground (depending on the mood of the bearers.)  every week I won, 
not hte main title of course, that always went to a troop, but for the 
most typecast.  I seem to think that they knew something I didn't want to 
say (Not that I like drag, in fact, I don't.)  But I also did this with a 
full beard, and a fairly hairy chest and very hairy legs. (I'm what's
commonly refered to in the lesbigay communities as a Bear)  It was 
all very funny and amusing.  The Ramona character actually came about 
because of a Staff members birthday and we had wanted to embarass him in 
the dining hall, so I put on the wig, in my class A's and when it was
announced that it was his birthday, I came prancing into the dining hall 
and ran up to him, bent him into a dip, (covered his mouth with my hand,
but no-one else could see it) and kissed.  I then would skip on out of
the building.  It was very humorous, and I was asked to do that again and
again by countless troops and leaders for birthdays.  I had to limit it
to one per week, otherwise it wouldn't have stayed funny.  
Ramona was the first time I ever did drag of any sort.  
I then also ended up doing a little skit we refered to as the Mermaid SOng
Skit where I was the Bearded Mermaid.  
It goes to the song:
The Mermaid Song
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
chorus:
O the ocean waves may roll,
And the story winds may blow,
But we poor sailors are skipping to the top
While the land-lubbers lie down below
BELOW
*BELOW*
While the land-lubbersa lie down below.

T'was Friday morn when we-e-e-e set sail
And we weren't very far from land,
When the captain spied a fair mermaid 
with acomb and a glass in her hand.

(Chorus)

When up spoke the captain of our gallent ship
and a well spoken man was he,
I married a girl in old Salem town
and tonight a widow she'll be.

(CHorus)

Then up spoke the cook of our gallent ship
and a red hot cook was he:
"I care much more for my pots and pans
than I do for the bottom of the sea."

(Chorus)

Then up spoke the cabin boy of our little ship
And a dirty little rat was he:
"There's nary a soul in old Salem towne
That gives a damn(darn) about me."

(Chorus)

Then three times around went our gallent ship
and three times around went she,
Then three times around went  our gallent ship,
and she sank to the bottom of the sea.

(CHorus)
 SO, I'd be on a milk crate in the front of the stage with a wig on,
and my boche-ball chest and a pillow case done up like a fin on my feet,
holding a hand-mirror and a comb, brushing my beard during the first
verse.  the lake staff arrayed with a sail behind them behind me.  
DUring the chorus other staff members would be throwing bucket after bucket
of water from the Bushkill creek (which was cold at night) onto us.  
It was very wet, very amusing, and lots of fun!  Especially since I always
had about two minutes to change into dry clothes for my next skit immediately
after this one every week we did it.  It was definately a crowd pleaser
though.  (Oh, and the cabin boy was a scout from a different troop each week
chosen for his ingratiating himself in with the lake staff during the week.)

until the next chapter,
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