July 16

It was at three am July sixteen, in the year of our Lord one thousand nine hundred and eighteen, that the last tent in the colony was suddenly aroused by a shuffling of feet from its fifth member. "Peggy," the pest, disappeared underneath our abode and literally sort o' mussed things up.

Peggy finally after much snickerfritzin' came hopping back into the tent all covered with goof: having interfered with a skunk. Her first impulse was to wipe her dirty nose, which was covered with the skunk stuff, on our coverlets and sheets.

The owner of the pup finally grabbed her by scruff of the neck, and yanked her by her collar out to the post at one end of the ten acre lot, back of the feed tent, where she was hauled to for the rest of the night.

The occupants of the scented tent were forced to vacate and landed in a body at the door of Tent No. 2, where they were welcomely received, but not the smell they brought with them.

Once more things were peaceful, when the cur out yonder in the hayfield started to howl, presumably at nothing at all. The patient owner, once more quieted the little nut, and when returning to the sleeping hole of Tent No. 2, she was confronted by a hop-skip and a jump up the path toward the dining tent from an inmate of Tent No. 2. Another howl issued from the pup causing a hasty retreat on the part of the trespasser.

Camp was settled once more, and except for frequent whiffs from our visitor of an hour ago, a peaceful dawn fell upon us.

However things were astir at 5:30 a m when two refugees from the wreck arose from the bower in the living room. A smelly time ensued when the bedding was deposited on "Blanket Avenue". The latter was the name given to the back road, so called because of the display of bedding on said place.

The day progressed with many baths for the dog, and after much deliberation as to whether said skunk was under the site of the performance of the night before. It was discovered, much to the joy of the camp, curled up but too much alive to be trifled with, so we "let 'im be" and by morning he had quitted these regions but left his card.

It is needless to say that perfume was scattered abroad but now I say kid,"Aint it swell to live in a place that don't smell rotten?"

Barbara Smith.

Tuesday morning, at quarter of eight we started for the Weirs. We reached the dock in time to see the "Mount" come in, and then boarded the "Uncle Sam" for the trip around the lake. As we went past camp we all waved to the home folks.

The next thing to do was to make a raid on the candy and "pop," After everyone had all she could eat she sat down for a long happy ride.

The boat stored at all its regular landings, and at "Bear Island" we had our first excitement, aside from an occassional running aground at the wharves.

At the "Appalachian Club" we studied with interest the many canoes and the long "shute," The Loon Island bridge was recognized by all.

When ws came to the "Y.M.C.A. Camp" the enthusiasm was high. We gave them several cheers but no answer. Such a great number of fellows and such remarks! "Wasn't that little one just great?" "The cutest thing ever!" "Did you see the Armenian?" Such questions as this were asked.

On the way to Idlewild, the next stop, cheering was discussed. We gave them a good yell, and they answered finely. We talk about it yet, and try to say "A-C-A-dia!" the way they did. That camp is the larger than it has ever been, they say, and they surely had a fine looking lot of boys there.

"Peter" and. several others had a turn at the wheel coming home. The way was short and time just flew. Before we knew it "Babe" was heading for the "Winnicoette", Captain Lewis landed us safely and we all climbed out. We assembled, on the pier and cheered! First Captain Lewis, then Mr. Hubbard and last but not least the "Uncle Sam."

We all talk of the Mail Boat trip now and look forward, to another soon.

Helen Alden.

The Million Dollar Mystery.

Oh Well! I guess the real movies have got nothing on us for actors! Gee, kids! Can you forget how Pete did ths semaphor stunt? Say! But she was some fat! She had the Doctor running for first place on bay windows! Wasn't Pris some on the French maid idea? How coyishly she did say,"Oh, Monsieur," to the cop! But I tell you she put nothing over on Babe in the eye-making! Did you get the way she made up to that young sailor fellow? Oh! It was clever when she gave the mitten to the rich nut! I'll bet he was sore! Didn't he go to the rough-neck with the cash for help though? And say kids! Do you remember the hand to hand duel they had there in the dark in the cave? Gee! I was petrified, weren't you? Poor Betty! sniff-sniff. She sure was in a hard fix. That was good acting just the same though kids! Do you know, she was all alone in the old cave? Weren't you glad you weren't running around in her shoes? Just imagine haveing Bloody Gyp (course he was really only Libby) coming up to you the way he did! Gee! It must have been awful! But say kids, w asn't the whole thing just great? That part where the Fie Fierce Arrow did the collision stuff was enough to make anyone sit on the edge of the dining-room chair and hold his breath! I sure felt as if I was sitting on a tack gettin' ready to yell hanmer! But just the same, kids we've got to hand it to them, along with the coach, the pianist, and the ice-cream-maker for a perfectly peachy evening at good old Camp Acadia.

Helen Alden