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ADIN BULLETIN Pack Nini Our Camping Trip A number of the boys of the Main H(1 Town Site Offices have established camp up the lake, where they expect ' have great times on week-end fishinp: ■ips. One of the number contributes ■le following account of the first expe- 'ence. “You see, Dick and Kirke and ‘BS’ nd Tom and Harry and ‘R. T.’ and I bought it would be a great idea to go a week-end camping trip up the lake, ’'d so it was! A great idea, you bet! '^ell, all the boys except Harry and I ®cked up the duffle on Saturday after- and proceeded on their merry way 'P the lake. The duffle consisted of a '*’'t and fly, four cots, two hammocks, ' 'ets, dishpan, plates, knives, forks, '■ 'Jns—well, everything that goes to Ite up a camp; not to speak of ‘eats’ •fiough to last over Sunday. As I say, boys packed this stuff up in a row- I *t and a canoe, and towed it up the beind a motor boat, which dropped , at the camping place, and went on jl* Way rejoicing. I guess they must Worked more or less that afternoon j^^ting things fixed up, but I don’t know, Harry and I didn’t go up then, as * ^>ad dates for that evening. But about eleven-thirty of this moon- ^'*!ht night Harry and I and our junk arks in our canoe. It was a beau- So we did that; and you know they are not so uncomfortable after you sort of fit in your ribs to those of the canoe— but I’d like to see Mr. Cowart try to sleep in one. “I was lying there rolled up in my blanket, looking at the moon, and about to go to sleep, when ‘bzzzzz’ went a mos quito in the immediate vicinity of my left ear. But this was only the advance guard, and it wasn’t long before the whole army was there. Then you should have heard the yells that went up in that camp, and language enough to drive Noah Webster to drinking Montgomery County Tea. ‘Bang’ went a gun up in the tent; but it was only Dick shooting a mosquito off his nose. . night, no kiddin’; it sort of got ''fler «tul . jj "'f my skin; and to keep myself and from feeling lonesome I’d break *n a song now and then. fiort/a 7//©^ I tn 3 now U 'ils us a good little while to pad- f, hut when we arrived, here the 'fij; "fhole culx)odle of ’em a-stand- I shore to welcome us. ''t jj ®®ked like a multiplication table ^ ghost standing there, but ^ noises they let loose were ghostly. We got out of b enough fried potatoes r *^'X>vcr tear hia hair In agony. thought it might ^ H. -p *-0 turn in for the night, a *^or ^ P“" the two canoes up af' f'Kures we’d lie down in all the rest of the boys had I ’’ hammocks, and wo didn’t. My Pal—In France He’s dead—My Pal—he’s dead. He died as brave men die— And Oh! he’s in a distant land Where no loved ones pass him by. No gorgeous granite marks the place Where the strong young hero fell, No one is there to tell his fame— Just the story the ravens tell. A little mound in the poppies Out there in “No Man’s Land,” Where the earthly battle was ended. By the touch of the Mighty Hand. He fell for right and freedom. The great and deathless cause. And to uphold “Old Glory”— Let us shout to the skies his applause. His sleep is deep and dreamless In his poppy-covered grave— Under a patriot’s mound Where “Old Glory” shall ever wave. —Walter G. Nelson “/“t was only Picjc shooting a mosquito ojS* his nose." “We fought ’em till nearly morning, when with covering our heads with our blankets and because of sheer fatigue we managed to drop off to sleep. “I was wakened about two hours later by Tom and ‘B. S.’ going out to set a trot line. It was then about daylight, and there was no more sleep for us. We spent the day chopping wood, cooking, eating, washing dishes, swimming, fish ing. and lying around camp in clothes which were conspicuous by their absence, until visitors from town in the afternoon forced us to assume our civilized dress iijfiiin. “Hut it was some party, believe me, and if the ‘eats’ hadn’t given out I reckon we’d be there yet. altho they do say that Mr. Tallassee, of the Power Company, objects to so many of his young employees being off the job at one time. And so maybe it was for this reason that we all returnel Sunday evening—perhaps not better, but cer tainly wiser men.” —A. J. IV. Mr. Si.iney ('.randy is a recent addi tion to the drafting room force. An Enjoyable Social On July 7, the Philathea Class of the Ebenezer Baptist Church held a measur ing social at the home of Mr. W. West, .37 Boyden Street. The most enjoyable feature of the social was the means of gaining admis sion. A very nice young lady met each one at the door, with a tapeline. With this she measured the waist line, and when she announced the measure of said waist, you handed over one penny for each inch of your circumference. Miss Skinner (31 inches) and Mr. Snuggs (38 inches) carried off the honors for waist measure. Games, songs, and selections on the player piano caused the evening to pass all too quickly. A delicious luncheon was served by the hostess. Miss J. Skinner. The proceeds, to the amount of $9.37, will be used in furnishing the Philathea Class room in the new Badin Baptist Church. Those present, to the number of about forty, wish the Philathea Class much success in all their undertakings. —M. L. F. There has been some progress made on the bridge over the river leading to the Narrows Power-House. Riveting has been finished, and steel work painted. A short trestle has to be erected, and track laid, then we will be able to get supplies to the power-house much easier.
The Badin Bulletin (Albemarle, N.C.)
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