Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1916-06-18
The Boy Scouts

satisfactory to Mrs. Walton. who re-
corded them in a big book.
We are going camping next month.
istered scout.
Mrs. Walton says that the doing of
good turns. like charity, begins at
home. So seized my opportunity and
hurt her wrist.
Oh. / am so glad! glad! that there IL
q girl scout organization, and, most OF
all, am glad that am Girl Scout!
Leaf II-July Is, 1916.
Mrs. Walton told US girls today Of the
wonderful July rally that was to be
held soon, and also of the contest for
a merit badge to be given to the Girl
Scout that writes the best essay or
poem about Girl Scouts. am going to
try. This is my effort:
THE rHREE-LEAr CLOVER.
OF all the flowers Of meadow or neld.
I know the one "a have for mine:
Upon my heart .tis wTits. ;. md nd .e: .,s
There are three leaves with meaning dear.
Loved BY all girls. far and near.
To do true reverence to Him above.
To help and honor in peace or strife
The country we all SO love.
Like the gentle Knights Of other days.
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Little acts that the world repays.
On the last fair petal is the law Of the scout.
At the right time and the right place to be devout.
To hate the evil and for the good to care.
Leaf III-July, 30. 1915.
Oh. Just think, my poem Is to win the
merit badge! I am so happy and ex-
cited. --..-.-...-
To begin with. the rally was held in
the beautiful park. The Boy Scout
Band gave us the music and there was
on the stunt program. We gave lit.
tie play, with a camp setting, named
BE Prepared"
Then the merit badges were to be
besides. the one for my poem. They
were Home Nurse" and 'Laundress.'
My head swan and my heart thumped
wildly when the girl before me in line
saluted, received little handful OF
merit badges and retired.
The kind official had begun q little
speech about my poem and the beauti-
full merit badge I was to have for
working SO hard. She smiled sweetly
and returned my salute. Then she
handed the merit badge to another
official. who pinned it upon my sleeve
Then. amid the crashing Of the band
walked back to my troop. I cannot
express, little book Of mine. how much
It means to me. I value 1t more than
my diamond ring or the watch daddy
gave me.
/ must not forget to mention our new
member She Is little foreigner. Her
name is Maria. and she speaks English
brokenly. She was 80 eager to 5oin
promptly welcomed her and took her
beneath the wing. I am afraid the
girls rather resent her joining our
troop because she is SO small and sc
different" OF course, that is most
unscoutly Spirit, and therefore one
will endeavor to overcome.
Leaf Iv-september II. 1919.
Today has been the most exciting in
my life.
ton notified us girls that we were TO
witness the great suffrage parade IN
a body and to give what help we could
to those in charge.
The. streets were glaring and hot;
The closely packed crowd overlooked
into the streets. There was something
tense in the very atmosphere: Some one
behind me remarked: Yes. sir; It's just
the kind Of day on which something
awful happens"
hoofs. The crowd swept toward the
middle of the pavement, keenly eager
for a first sight. The police fought them
back frantically. The parade was head
ed by the highest officials lady. She
sat upon q slender horse. spirited and
mettlesome. She pulled nervously at
the reins.
Suddenly the band crashed into sound
Then something happened. The horse
reared into the air and dashed straight
toward the horror-stricken beholders
Through my head Numbered the motto
BE Prepared; Be Prepared" but
could not move. Some one rushed past
me and hurled herself at the horse
bit. 1t was Maria! She had caught the
bit and held on. Her weight was
slowly telling on him. At each bound
Marias head struck the pavement. ]
saw the highest officiaIs lady slip from
her saddle and crumple up upon the
frightened. attempted to pillow his way
through the crowd. He was caught
and stayed by dozen hands. ] saw
an ambulance stop. 1 saw Maria lifted
from the dust, all dirt-begrimed and
bloody She was dead, ! thought. wild
ly, and she had died doing her duty as
Girl Scout!
Leaf v-September Is. 1915.
Maria will live, If she had died
would have felt as her murderer had
always treated her wrong, yet she
asked me to come to her.
Maria lay in a darkened room: only a
wee bit of her face showed beneath the
bandages She clutched something that
was pinned upon the yoke of her night
gown. Her lips moved mutely. but a
world of eagerness burned in her eyes.
1 bent closer, What Is it. dear?" Slow
ly she withdrew her hands. 1t was a
bronze cross attached to a red ribbon.
Upon the reverse was engraved. ITO
Maria Boskey, for greatest courage