Camp Nawakwa - Yearbook (Biglerville, PA)

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8 Camp N awczkwa Junior Boys- Dear Cousin, I am very unhappy this week. The Junior Boys have invaded Camp Na- wakwa, and there is no peace for a poor snake. The girls run away when they see me, but the boys run after me, and I am quite worn out from trying to escape from them. If they stay very long, I'm afraid I shall have to move to a safer place. These boys do the strangest things. They think they are Indians because they wear head bands, and one can hear their war cri'es from morning till night. They are so noisy in the dining room that it gives me indigestion just to listen to them. Let me tell you a secret, cousin. Last night the boys had a gold rush. They spent the whole evening looking in the creek for gold, but I know that it wasn't gold at all because I watched the coun- selors paint stones and hide them. Can you imagine how surprised the boys will be when they try to buy something with the nuggets they found? They did a peculiar thing another night and called it a man hunt. Some counselors must have been lost in the woods, and the boys had to find them. It was nice of the boys to go out and .look for them, but Pastor Senft was no:help at all. He turned off the lights, and the poor boys had to search in the dark! The campers also enjoyed a scavenger hunt and an evening swim..All the snakes came out for miles around to watch the fun. NV e also went to Council Fi're with them to see the boys get their camp awards. VV e are not sure what the awards are for. but I imagine they are for being Pennsylvania's loudest Indians. Each evening the boys climb to the top of the hill for their Hillside Service. We Presenting llliss O'Boyle. hide under the rocks to listen because we enjoy the messages too. Pastor Senft, Ted Horner, Pastor Fauble, Lou 1Hetrick, Tom VVeddington, and Ethel F elker are the speakers this -week. I Cousin, I'm not sure how long' these boys are staying, but I would -appreciate it if you would look for any cozy rocks in your vicinity in case they stay very long. Your cousin, . Shakey Snakey. Junior-Intermediate Girls .Camp Registration started promptly at one o'clock for the Junior-Intermediate Girls' camping period. Thus began one week of fun and fellowship for all the girls. Dur- ing the following week, the girls came closer to God through Morning Watch and the evening hillside services. The lat- ter were held at Fischer Memori'al, Upper Temple, and the assembly hall. After morning inspection, the campers attended classes in Bible., Campercraft, Nature, swimming, and crafts. The after- noons were filled with tribal meetings, swimming, games, and vari'ous clubs. The dining hall overflowed with the sound of many cheers and songs as the tribes- Susquehannas, Conewagos, Tuscaroras, Delawares, and Shawnees - competed with each other. p . Nights' doings brought a happy ending to each of the Nawakwa days. Games, a moonlight swim, a scavenger hunt, a tal- ent show, and an animal hunt provided fun. and frolic for all. On Saturday night, a pirate party was held in the dining hall. The party was followed by a hunt for pirate treasure. 4 . Monday morning found the junior and intermediate campers saying somewhat tearful farewells to the firm friends they had made at the Camp-in-the-woods. Last minute check-up. ' ' e

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Yau-4rI2 0 ok A Junior Girls' Camp. . Winter has come, and Nawakwa is very still. There is snow in the pool instead of water, and the branches' of the trees are wei.ghted down with ice. The athleti'c field is covered with a white blanket, and the gum tree stands still as a sentinel, waiting for someone to approach him. Let's go over and see what he has to say. Aren't you lonely, Gum Tree, stand- ing here all by' yourself? . - No, girls, I am not lonely. It is true that the campers have gone home, and many of the birds and animalshave found warmer winter homes, but there is much to keep me company. Often I talk to the other trees and sometimes the wind whisl tles a tune through my branches. In the morning I watch the sun rise, and in the evening I watch it set. There are also other things to keep me busy, but part of the time Irest and think. ' What do you think about, Gum Tree? Usually I think about' the camps of the-'past summer. You were here last year. Do you remember the Junior Girls' Camp? It was a fine camp. I like to re- member what splendid. campers those girls were.' V In the morning the girls were busy in class, but I saw them frequently. The nature classes came to visit, me, and on warm days other classes would meet un- der my branches. When no one was here, I would watch the swimming classes. How proud I was of the progress many of the girls made! The afternoons were the busiest time for me, however. With all the girls on the athletic field at one time, I hardly knew what to watch. Usually I would watch each group for a little while, then I would close my eyes and listen to the fun and laughter. , In the evening when the girls went to Upper Temple, I could stand here and listen to their singing. I imagine they would be surprised if they knew how well I could hear them. The next day I always listened carefully to find out who had spoken to them and what the message had been. The first night Pastor Deitz told them what Nawakwa could do for them during their stay here. I wished I could have added a few of the things I have seen through the years I have stood here. Miss Felker, Miss Vollmer, Mrs. Sheckart, Pastor Benner, and Pastor Chamberlin also spoke to the girls. Ted p 7 Horner preached the sermon at church on Sunday morning. - The junior gi'rls were here during such a warm week that' their nights' doings were often outside, and,I could see them rather than wait to hear about them the next day. One night they had an evening swim, and they certainly seemed. to enjoy it. They also had a scavenger hunt, games on the athletic Held and, of course, a ,cook- out. I even heard about a bathing suit and song contest that was lots 'of fun. The song that won Hrst place was one of the many, written about Katie. . Then there was the closing council fire. That . . . is always . . . beautiful . . . but...a...little...bitr...sad. 'The gum tree is falling asleep. He is really very old so we must not think that he is rude. Let's justslip away quietly and let him sleep. Whenwe come back in June, he can tell us the rest of his story. I A r w + Busy bees. Zll0r1.z,ing., WatcI1..

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Ymrlwoole . i 9 Intermediate Boys' Camp Hi jimmy! W'ell, for Pete's sake! I-Iaven't seen you since Intermediate Boys' Camp at Nawakwa last summer ! 3 I guess that's right . . . say, speaking of camp, Mother asked me a couple weeks ago how I learned to keep my bedroom so neat and clean. Do you know what I told her? VV hat ?', I Mother, I sai'd, it's all because of those snoopy inspectors down at Camp Nawakwa. Letls see . . . there were Pas- tor Carl, Jerry Houseknecht, and that old confederate, 'Hungry' Schell and . oh yes, that little fella, Marshall Bittner. - By the way, wasn't that course on 'The Greatest Book' a good one though? And 'Missionary Heroes' too-things I learned in that class have helped me a lot in Sunday School. I sure enjoyed my nature course too and in swimming-gosh, I'm prou.d of that paddler's certificate ! 6'Well, I think I liked my 'Life of Paul' best. I got a lot out of .the Campercraft course too. Say, remember those terrific stunts in the ass-embly hall? How 'bout when the inspectors used a fortune-telling act to give us our inspection scores! Sure, and how about the night that Pastor Deitz and some .of the others got their faces all blackened and then King Dodo came to visit us. Tom W'eddingto11 will never meet one like that in India! Speaking of nights' doings, what about the manhunt on Tuesday ni'ght and the scavenger hunt the next night when we had to find objects for every letter of the alphabet. I still haven't thought of any- thing for the letter 'X,' have- you? No, I. gave up long ago on that one, but I haven't forgotten the treasure hunt or the night we played British Spy and then had fireworks and popsicles after- wards. Incidentally, Dick, I hope you' didn't forget Pastor Fauble's greeting on open- ing night of camp-'Save your Confed- erate money, boys, the South will rise again!'-- Didn't that start an uproar, though ? Well, being a good Yankee, I di'dn't pay much attention to that, I do remem- ber Pastor Pauble's hillside talk-that really hit home! So did the inspirational messages of Pastors Bell, Bergstresser, and Yeagyf' -- That's for sure! And what about Pas- tor Charles Deitz, Pastor Calhoun, and Pastor' Senft on the last evening?' They really gave us someiigood thoughts. Yes, and I'll neveiyforgeti the Sunday morning church service ,with Pastor Youngblood. He really had-a message! You know, Dick, I believe I could talk for hours about thegwonderful time we had at camp and about all that Nawakwa means to us, but I've got to be moving along. ' - Me too, Jimmy. I guess we'1l ,have to say good-bye . . . but only till July! Qkay, Dick, I'll be .-seeing you . . . this summer at Camp Nawakwa ! l N ature B 0 y. 4 Two southevfn smiles. f ' 'Guess who?