The Washington times., 1937-07-05

which is a good
sized State, so
the dog didn't
Or o. "r'"Ser run far. Being
hungry, he turned marauder and
robbed chicken-houseS of their
feathery cacklers, and finally, as
his boldness grew, he fell to at
lacking young sheep.
BY this time I suppose you are
wondering what all this fluff has
to do with the Boy Scout jam
boree, but I beg you to read on
and the light will come to you.
Well, farmer caught the dog
chasing one of his ewes and he
let the mongrel have both barrels.
The farmer left the dog where he
hit him, which was near a Scout
camp. A Scout saw the carcass.
and foreseeing a camp nuisance,
he buried it. But that isn't all,
for the boy came back every few
weeks and viewed the marked
grave and meditated on the folly
of man and about how far gone
the remains were.
Two years after the first deed
was done the Scout dug up the re-
mains to see if dogs turn back into
dust again, too. That was in April
of this year. The boy, Bob Lee, of
Elgin, ILL.,, separated the vertebrae
from the dirt and put them into
an old pot and boiled the bones in
water.
After the cleaning process was
finished, the bones were placed in
a strong bleaching liquid and
whitened. Then Bob painted them
with bright colors. Placing them
on a string, he strung the bones
around his neck, packed his bag
and came to the Jamboree.
Bob is one of the Indian dane
ers in Ralph Hubbard's group, and
did not have chance to do any
trading until yesterday afternoon.
So forth he Jared with nothing but
his bones and came back with his
pockets full. Some of the things
he got were jackrabbits' ears
(drieO, Indian arroWheads from
South Dakota, nutmeg nuts from
Connecticut, official insignia from
a French Boy Scout, leather hand
painted neckerchief slides, and
truck load of other such treasures
So the moral, folks, is that a
dog can be down but never done,
as far as the usefulness of his
bones is concerned. Preparations
were begun two years ago for this
gigantic encampment by not only
high ranking Scout officials. but
also Bob Lee, of Troop Is, Elgin,
Ill.
Phil Burborough and Eric
Sanders, versatile Scouts from
New Zealand and that country's
official delegates, have announced
that beginning today they will sign
autograph books for Jamboree
Scouts from $50 to 1890 every
morning. The boys have been
practically swamped with the tire
less youngsters armed with pen
and book, and I had to actually
arm my way into their tiny white
tent near the arena to get near
the New Z0alanders.
Phil told me that yesterday
morning it took him fully an hour
to go from the tent to the trad
ing post, a distance of 600 yards
and he was in a hurry, too!
Eric said that, conservatively
speaking, they have signed mini
mum of 1000 autographs since
arriving in Washington.
remember the day they came
In, six days before the camp
opened. Eric wrote it for me that
day, because 1 couldn't understand
his spelling of it. Now they speak
like they lived here most of their
life. The boys are going to the
International Jamboree from here,
and plan to spend the next two
years tramping around the earth.
They threw up their jobs not so
many months ago after complet-
ing two and one-half years of
pinching pennies and saving tin
foil.
Scouts in Section H, which ear
lier this week checked with jam
boree officials tc find if they were
supposed to camp on the Potomac
or in the Potomac, are now all
wreathed in smiles. It hasn't
rained for SO hours to date and
Section H. it was disclosed, has
grass on its ground. Couldn't see
it before, Savvy?