Evening star., 1943-08-15
lust Between
Ourselves .
BY PHILIP H. LOVE.
Editor, The Junior Star.

Well. the loafing period is over,
and here's your Just Between Our
selves column back again.
It.was fine vacation-one of the
best in my memory, in fact. But 1
wasn't too sorry when it ended.
It's wonderful to do only what you
want to do, when you want to do it.
It's wonderful to sleep as late as
you like, to go for swim or boat
ride whenever you choose, to fish or
crab, catch up with some of your
reading, write g. few of the letters
you've been owing for months, Just
lie around doing nothing. It's won-
derful to eat all the things you en-
joy most-country ham, fried chick
en-, soft crabs, hot biscuits practi-
cally drowned in homemade butter,
eggs straight from the nest, vege-
tables fresh from the garden. .
But it's wonderful, too, to get
home. There's a certain thrill in
walking into your own house or
apartment, stretching out on your
own bed, substituting real clothes
for shorts, slacks and swimming
trunks, going through the accumu-
lated mail, seeing old friends again.
There's even thrill in getting back
to work, in sitting at your desk,
pecking away at your typewriter,
talking to the boys and girls who
drop in, exploring the pile of stories,
articles and poems from The Junior
Stars many correspondents.
The two weeks were spent at the
same old place, farm on the st.
George River, in st. Marys County,
Md. There are several reasons why
they were so pleasant.
For one thing, the weather was
perfect for swimming, boating, fish,
ing and grabbing, and-Wonder of
wonders!-there were no seanettles.
In fact, even the chiggers, mosquitoes
and ticks seemed to have gone on
strike. At any rate, I came back
with a whole skin for the first time
that l can remember.
For another thing, the rough
y
to swallow my car after every rain
had been graveled. And for still
another-well, reread what I've al
ready written about country ham,
fried chicken, etc.
Charles Deagle, 13, of st. George
Island, near where I was staying,
is about as handy fellow with a
penknife as I've ever seen. Out of
any scrap wood that he can find
usually old boxes-he carves au-
thentic models of airplanes and
ships. He has all the best-knoWn
types of bomber and fighter planes
and has made an excellent start
toward carving himself a navy. He
copies the planes and ships from
pictures in newspapers and mag
azineS.
Soft crabs are buying bicycles for
the Purcell brothers, Philip, IL. and
George, 10, of Drayden, also near
the farm on which I loafed. Every
clear morning at sunrise Phil and
Cookie" as the younger boy is
called, hunt crabs along the shore
of the St Mars River. They sell
their catch II a nearby seafood
dealer for $110 a dozen. Although
soft crabs have been scarce this
summer, Cookie has earned more
than $35 and Phil nearly $50. And
they are just about ready to select
the bicycles they want from their
favorite mail-order catalog.
Turkeys seemed to enjoy roosting
on my car, but Micky, Chesapeake
Bay retriever, soon taught them
better manners. All I had to do
was to point to the car and say,
Get EN- down Nick" The dog
would run to the car, make threat
ening lunge or two and down the
turkeys would come. After day
or so they were glad to choose
another roosting place.