Evening star., 1933-10-15

Mr.. Bishop has been in the Conserva-
,Hh sesive Rs HorEer nsh ii, e osservason: viii give
interesting sidelights en- this important
work, They will Be contained In series
Events piled swiftly upon one an
other during the first enrolment period
OF the C. C. C. Months OF toll and close
association have welded friendships and
furnished intimate glimpseS into the
personal lives Of the boys. Intimate
caprices and happenings Of the men
give a socialistic phase Of the camp
experiment individual in its implica-
tions.
There is the story Of one young man,
tall hawklike in appearance. He Dragged
of his strength and tried to scare
smaller companions with ferocious
grimaces and wild failing Of his arms.
More often than not they laughed at
him.
1t was a cold. dreary night, early in
the Spring. Hawk-beak, as he was
small village miles from the camp.
On the road home he walked with a
group Of others, talking loudly all the
while Of his adventures while in the
village. Miles fell behind very slowly
beneath clopping feet. Every few hun
dred yards. Hawk-beak would drop tc
the roadside. whining. At last he fell
head-long by the road, gasping that he
was i'll.
Auto Rescues Youth.
His companions became alarmed.
They found a telephone and called the
camp surgeon. who made hurried trip
to their stopping place in his car. The
ailing warrior was taken into the auto
and transported to camp. Here he ef-
fected an immediate and miraculous
recovery. The surgeon was quite angry.
His subterfuge won him every hard
assignment that popped up during the
long, day. A month later he was abb
sent and never heard from, though his
memory fingered as a warning to
"quitters."
There is the story of a young man
who had to sleep in a hay stack It
seems a certain young lady of incom-
parable charm lived some miles from
the camp. Every other night he walked
to her home and courted until 10 o'clock
on the porch of a mountain cottage
perched Swisslike on the last edge of a
precipitate mountain slope
one night. The subtle influence Of a
close to earth. just over the mountain
peaks, waxed its age-old spell.
1t was after midnight. The moon
was failing. Shadows were weird.
Bushes wee wild beasts, bent on his
destruction.
Animal in Path.
Startlingly iu,s nse. something moved
in his path, moved toward him. His
pace slowed: stopped. Arms extended,
walking stick g-asped firmly in enc
hand, he waited His upper lip, Of a
sudden, was damp with tiny beads Of
perspiration. Into patch Of brighter
light the dread monster emerged. White
In fact. a pols-cat skunk 1t was
approaching in the manner of an arch
backed house cat
He remained rooted in his shoes; no
sound: no movement. Now the cat
was only few yards from him; now
a yard; now at his very feet. One
quick lunge with the walking stick, and
Mr.. Pole-Cat rolled over and over into
the ditch Our gallant took to un-
ceremonious heels and didn't stop until
he reached the spring. a mile away.
Exhausted he drank a little water,
the while eyeing disconsolately a large
stack Of hay. His legs ached. His
chest hurt frnn running His trusty
staff "stank" hartily and his shoe-tops
gave off a strong perfume" Casting
shoes and staff into stagnant pool
Of water, he rolled into the hay and
was soon fast asleep
Whitey's Love.
Whitley was a funny fellow. He had
vivid Imagination, devoted to concoct-
ing lovely dreams of his past and future
Whiteyjost sight of any facts and drew
largely on his dreams when talking Of
himself, which was most of the time.
One day Whitley met her She was neat
and nice Whitley loved her instantly.
He followed her. She talked to him
one day 1t was ike oil on burning
wood Whitley was inflamed He went
to town every evening. She was a
marvellous listener.
One night Whitley couldn't find her.
She had not come to town. This hap
pened several times. Whitley had never
been to her home. He was in despair.
Where did she live? He found out
Miles were rs blocks. Whitley was
on winged feet He arrived happy. The
house was Clark except for faint light
family illuminated window, peered in
Near the lamp sat large young farm
hand, head against the back Of q huge
chair, apparently sleeping But. Of all
horrors, in his lap was Whitey's in
spiration. curled up, head nesting coz
ily. also apparently asleep.
Whitley remained glued to the win
dow several minutes, eyes popping
Then he turned and staggered into the
night. Life was hollow shell.
The following dag, on his return to
camp, Whitley ate a hearty meal.
Sammy Starkout.
Covering territory" is a difficult
problem in the mountains. That is, If
you have several girls in each territory.
Sammy not only had several districts
but was seeking new territory. Sammy
claimed also to be the strongest man
at l45 East of the Mississippi River.
which he proved on several occasions.
One day he won log-cutting contest,
/ minute and seconds. Pretty fast,
huh? And strong, huh? Well, Sammy
used to 20 to one place or another al
most every night. They all were the
same in one way. they all had youth
full daughters as part Of the every day
equipment.
One night Sammy decided that there
was a new field East Of the mountain
range where he had not thrown his
weight around Gathering several COM
panions they embarked in an old and
dilapidated car and trundled over the
mountain peaks A tiny village was
reached and they scattered through 1t:
Sammy heard a railroad train ana
went toward the sound. Sammy was
from q small town. too. Everybody was
there. Sammy saw 4 girl with a suit
case. 1t looked heavy. Sammy thought
he had seen her somewhere. on. yes,
at a dance in the Bottoms the other
evening.
Girl Frightened.
He greeted her and took the heavy
bag in one strong hand. It wasn't
heavy, he said. Not to him, anyhow
She seemed frightened, but let forth
reassuring gigsle. Sammy giggled ut
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