The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1917-07-28
FRANK WRITES LETTER

FRANK WRITES LETTER
Dear Aunt Betty-We are GER
tainly having fine time up here.
Only today is the first nice day we
have had this period. am on the
beach of Lake Michigan, just now
in the shade. The bugle has just
blown for swim but as | have
been in | will try to write this. l
noticed our friend Claud Miller has
told you few of his experiences
and | thought you would like to
hear of mine. was in Chicago for
six weeks before l arrived in Mich
illinda. Michigan, on the steamship
Carolina with IS Y. M. G. A. boys.
We are situated on Duck Lake. a
quarter of a mile from Lake Mich
igan.
We left Chicago at 7:30 o'clock
Monday morning and arrived here
at S:45 o'clock. The first thing
we did was to fill our ticks full of
straw. We do not have any cots
to sleep on, but we have a rubber"
phASHO AcAt " Jul IiSh uuI ~
doesn't do any more good than to
try to sleep on the soft side Of a
hard wood plank. I didn't sleep
much the first night as l wasn't
used to it and was up at 1880 try
ing to fight an army of mosquitoes
but a couple of them hit me with
their Krupp guns and now l look
like the Rock Mountains. We have
seven boys and leader in our tent
which is regular army tent We
had quite time remembering the
boys names at first and besides
there were four Georges in our
tent. All we had to do was to call
George and the whole bunch would
answer Night before last we gave
them and the rest nicknames, they
follow: A mosquito bit one George
and he smiled and we called him
Happy" another one acts like he
had lost everything but his Ape
tite. so we call him Farmer" an
other looks like Washington so we
call him Hack" the other has
such big feet we call him Shoes"
One boy plays a flute and we call
him "Fluuy," our leader, 81. B."
and I am called Pat Jr., or Pad
die" as my brother is called Pat.
We have all kinds of boats to ride
in and Happy" and l row two
miles every morning for exercise.
Taps are sounded at $3.50 and since
all the fellows hate to hear us sing
we always sing, Good Night La
dies" to them just before we go to
sleep. They don't like it but they
can't find anything as bad. Last
night, Farmer" told me to put on
q baseball mask to keep the mos
quitoes off my face so did but I
guess they got under the covers
some way.
Tonight we are going across the
lake to a haunted house where a
man had been really murdered a
few months ago. We are not to
take any flashlights or anything
else so we cannot see the ghosts.
Each boy is to tell ghost story.
If my knees don't bother me am
going to make try. We have an
organization called the Wreckers,
and every time boy does anything
wrong those unknown men take
him out at night and put him under
the pump and then into the Lake.
But I am awful sorry, nix" but |
haven't had the pleasure of meet
ing them yet As / must go and
feed my mosquitoes and take a
stroll down to the lake | will close.
Your old friend-FTank Grove.
A CAMPERS LIFE IN MICHIGAN
The old Michigan woods for me
Where nothing is in sight
And You can dress just as you
please
For any old thing is right.
You hear the crickets croakin
You hear the elm trees moan
And then you hear those 'darned
old owls"