Evening star., 1933-07-01
Special Dispatch to The Star.

Special Dispatch TO The Star.
CAMP terra. BEAR MOUNTAIN, N.
Y, July l (N.ANA). Its the ber-
ries! Gee"
Antiquated slang. but heartfelt. A
former nurSemaid pays her tribute tc
Camp Terra. first of the conservation
camps for girls and women.
Thirty girls scramble out OF the bus
after her, unemployed women who al
last have found haven. Shyness and
loudness mingle. curiosity and conde,,
scensicn. Smartlooking 1915 tailored
suits and trim hats. sleazy f1oWereo
chiffons trailing over teetering high
heels, knickers and shorts. beach pa
jamas, and house dresses, all just of the
Hudson River boat from New York City
They are diffident and eager, these girls,
and all wary of institutionalism.
Hand over my suit case, will you?'
a tailored suit asks.
Maybe we're supposed to leave them
here" blue cotton shorts answers.
OH"
Ample. efficient, smiling, the direc-
tor of the conservation camp. Marion T.
Tinker. calls out: Come with me, girls.
They disappear for registration and as
signment to cabins in Camp Terra, which
was planned by Mrs. Roosevelt, wife OF
the President. and Miss Frances Per-
klns. United States Secretary OF Labor
to bring health and happiness to VIC
tins of the depression.
Veterans Watch Newcomers.
A group of "old-timers" sit on the
steps in the sun, smoking and talking
Some of them have been at the camp
since the beginning, two weeks ago
They are brown and bright-eyed and
enthusiastic Others. more recent are
peeling from their first sunburns. 1t is
the rest period, after lunch and before
swimming.
A little factory girl yaWns. Il can't
sleep here. It's too quiet. Lights out at
10 and 1 don't go to sleep till s." Her
complaint must remain anonymous, as
ruling forbids the mention of names
to reporters.
A one-time dancer is talking, half in
there are some jobs now For two years
there we're none. but now there are
some It's a sign
A stenographer shifts You can't
get any kind of job, even washing
dishes she unless you come
here
SaleSgirl Calls 1t Fun.
A salesgirl objects. That isn't work.
Why. it's fun-and waiting on tables. ..
for all We get. that's not much-two
hours day work If you had cottage
of your own you'd have to work harder
than that"
A Bavarian girl mutters: AT the con-
sulate now they want you to work for
nothing at all"
AT our consulate" the French dancer
boasts, people used to get as much as
5000. Not now. of course she adds
hastily. probably never again. But
soon there'll be something. You see"
A dangerous blond with much mas
cara saunters up with a small dark
girl We'll, l sure wish something
would happen to the show business.
Don't We. honey?" The dark girl smiles
sa dly At 10 deafness has eliminated
her from the chorus, and dancing is
the only thing she knows how to do.
The blond shakes her playfully
Cheer up We may be down. but we're
not out Say. Mr.. Feldman thought he
had me all set for the Chicago fair, but
here l am. I'm professional bicycle
rider. yknow trick stuff-vaudeville
and State fairs. Gosh it's fun. Oh,
we'll. gotta match?"
I'm a college girl" volunteers an
Amazon Physical educa ton. And
now l haven't any money to keep go
ing Gee. it makes you sick. These rich
girls-all they think about is how many
classes they can cut And me. I want
to 60. 1 work my way through. Maybe
next year 1 can find some one who'll
help me. But it's swell here Gee. the
food they give you!" The blond
laughed contentedly.
When Mrs. Roosevelt was here We
had chicken" she recalled. Gosh. shes
nice. Y'know," she went on. L was
sort of shy at first, but Mrs. Roosevelt
asked me something and I spoke right