The High Point Scout
VOL, 1
HIGH POINT, NORTH CAROLINA, JANUARY, 1920
NO. 10
THE BOOZE TUNNEI.
By Walter Crlsinaii
CHAPTER IV.
Surrender!
In about two minutes there were
about 40 of the Home Guards In the
main cave. Every man, as he step
ped in, leveled his gun on a moon
shiner. The moonshiners seeing im
mediately that they were outnumber
ed and up against trained men,
quickly threw up their hands for
surrender.
The captain said, “Each man get a
had them to march to him one by
one and be disarmed. There were
twenty to go through this act.
The cptain said, “Each man get a
man. Some of you be setting free
these men and Scouts who are bound.
It will be a job taking these moon
shiners to town but, as you all know,
the sooner the better?
We were all out of the cave
breathing the pure country air and
ready, any of us, to hike back to
town. “About half of the Home
Guards and the Scouts were to walk
back. The captives and the rest were
to ride. As it happened I was al
lowed to ride as they wanted me to
be present to tell any details about
the case that might be needed. Soon
we were in town and the people be
gan to throng about us. The cap
tives were put in jail to be tried the
following morning which was Satur
day.
I will tell you that when we Scouts
marched ir^ home that Friday morn
ing our mothers were glad to see us
for I saw the meeting and expression
on the faces of several of the moth
ers and Scouts as well as meeting
my own mother.
The next morning the men were
tried and it was found that only two
had stock in the booze plant but the
other eighteen men were natives of
the surrounding country and were
protecting the plant for “the sake
of” their daily “dram.”
The eighteen were fined twenty-
five dollars each and the costs while
the two owners of the booze firm
were fined five hundred dollars each
and ten months on the county road.
The Boy Scouts received a one
hundred dollar reward for the dis
covery of “Booze Tunnel.” This was
given by the county. The owner of
the land on which the plant was
stationed gave an acre of land at a
place where the boys wanted it and
plenty of logs to build a Scout log
cabin.
The Scouts had now won the name
of being a very useful organization
and no ionger had trouble in secur
ing the support of the people of
that city.'
We Scouts are now using Booze
Tunnel for a museum. We have all
kinds of things which we have gath
ered from the big woods, in this mu
seum. Many of the city people go
out and see the museum. “Booze
Tunnel Boy Scout Museum” is its
name.
THE END
good boy and a good scout and the
scout organization and the scoutmas
ter deserves all the credit for what
he is today.”—“Scouting.”
THE BOY WHO DOES CARE .
At a recent father and son ban
quet in Chicago the father of a scout
made the following, according to O.
L. Duggan, Field Executive:
“When my boy came to me sever
al years ago and said he wished to
join the Boy Scouts I said emphat
ically ‘No.’ A few days later he ask
ed a second time to be allowed to
join a troop that was being formed
at the church. That struck me as
peculiar as he usually^realized that
I meant what I said, so, I was great
ly surprised to have him ask a sec
ond time.
“I said ‘No’ again, but immediate
ly began to investigate scouting and
found it to be not at all what I had
thought, a young army, but that it
taught many good and useful things.
Still I did not tell him that he might
join.
“A few days later he came to me
a third time and said, "Dad, why
don’t you want me to join the Boy
Scouts?’ Then I said to him: ‘Son,
I didn’t want you to join the Scouts,
but I have made an investigation
and if you will promise me that you
will live up to the Oath and Law of
that organization, I will give you my
consent to join.’ He was a happy boy
and joined the scout troop at the
next meeting.
“I cannot tell you how thankful
I am that he did join the troop, I
cannot think of any other thing that
has done as much for my boy as
being a scout. We are pals together.
My son tells me everything. He is a
THAT’S WHAT THEY SAY DOWN
TO .SHOO-FLY be Sc
I’ve been a sharp old guy !
life-time. Even the court can’t
handie me. If you’ll just hold your
ear a minute and don’t go to sleep.
I’ll tell you why I’m so sharp. But,
of course, I’m not expecting you to
do the same thing that I do and
I’ll advise you not to try it, ’cause
I’m an exceptionally bright fellow;
leastwise, that’s what the ft Iks
around Shoo-fiy say.
Here goes the story. I ain’t never
had but one dealing with these here
“ordering companies” or whatever
you call ’em—you know, I like Sears
and Rareback and Charles Wlllyams
and all such companies. Well, as I
was going to say, I never had but
one dealing with such folks, and
strange to say, I came out the top
dog of the bargain. I sent in an
order to this company (I can’t think
of the name) that amounted to four
teen dollars and ninety cents—my
wasn’t that a whopper!—and they
sent me a bill of the goods thirty
days before they arrived. Now, I
got hot, ’cause I was- intending to
take my girl to the show the very
next Saturday, and told them to
send the goods and afterwards I’d
pay for them. If they’d had any
sense, they wouldn’t have done, for
I ain’t the kind that’s in the habit
of paying their debts.
Two months passed and I didn’t
pay my bill, so they had me up be
fore the Shoo-fiy court, charged with
not paying a fourteen-dollar-and-
ninety-cent bill. I pleaded “not
guilty” at first, and put up some
pretty stiff argument. I told the
judge that I wasn’t in town at the
time the deal was made, but was in
Texas, visiting some of my friends.
Well, this company tried to produce
my signature affixed to the order,
but it looked so much like a chick
en’s scratches in a bread tray that
the judge had to adjust his specta
cles ten consecutive times in order
to translate the first letter. He fin
ally gave up the job and pronounced
the signature forgery; but he ro-
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