New-York tribune., 1921-06-05
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This IS the ultimate moment.
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Crammed in the grandstand with
somebody's sharp elbow resting affec.ionately
On your fifth rib and somebody elses knee
poking you in the small of the back or
standing on tiptoe in the tonneau of your
cwr oav on the margin OF the field, you have
at last perceived that the violent marching
back and forth is approaching climax.
The Borealis Girl Scouts are actually go
ing to spell out a word, They are forming
themselves into a human anagram. How
clever of them! How distinctly Originate
You can't make out yet any of the letters.
but that will all come in time. Anyway, it
is a great relief to realize that the huge
cloud of dust the girls are raising isn't to be
wasted just on mere marching.
For some time you have been under the
impression that the Boreals Girl Scouts were
the victims of group of hysterical squad
leaders. That was the only way you could
account to yourself for the weird maneuvers,
that were being practiced the field.
When the girls first came out from behind
the grandstand, 500 strong, they looked
great. In their MILDLY blouses, bloomers and
pink hair ribbons, you could hardly tell them
from a regular army outfit. You helped send
rah for the Borealis Girl Scouts! Every ons
doing fine.
They came out marching four abreast
with a realistic military swing to the stride,
They circled the field once and there were
still more to come. Gradually, the whole
field seemed to be covered with marching
scouts. 1t was really thrilling spectacle.
You never would have believed that third
rate brass band and 500 marching wome..
could stir you to such depths of enthusiasm
Then came the dust and the confusion.
The columns appeared to break into panic
and bolt for freedom. Each line played
franteally at crsscross tag with an adjacent
line. No scout gave any indication that she
knew what expected Of her. Every
thing was turmoil and strife. Parents in
the stands closed their eyes rather than
watch a favorite daughter trampled to death.
Personally, you have viewed the fray with
strong disapproval of the lack of military
discipline.
Eventually, the worst is over. Parts of
the field settle down to normal again. Some
of the girls are standing perfectly STILL others
are hurrying into place. Another moment
or so and you discover the secret of the mad
share the discovery simultaneously with some
eight or ten neighboring spectators.
From here on you watch spellbound. You
strain every nerve trying to make out at
least one letter Of the coming miracle. You
jump into mere conjecture and try to imagine
what word the scouts would spell if they were
going to spell word. Your eyes blur with
excitement. You remember once trying
to Sc the man in the moon with explicit in
structions from companion. It's the same
sensation all over again.
"B! G! 81"
The rumor is passed back from an alert
pair of eyes in the foreground. Or perhaps
some one has advance information and is
pretending to be extraordinarily brilliant
You haven't time to debate the matter. An
other discovery is in the air.
"Borealis Girl Scouts!"
Of course! There the whole thing is be-
fore you, as plain as the tobacco sign on