Camp Nawakwa - Yearbook (Biglerville, PA)

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Camp N afwakwo 1 - Watch the birdie! In-tema-t'iona.Z confab. Cook-outs. i. V I 1 II Senior Girls' Camp Have you ever made a memory-quilt? Let's work on one, dividing it into quar- ters representing N awakwa's'fourfold life. e ,We begin with a piece of gold and white for Morning Watch with the sun spread- ing beauty through the pines. A patch of forest green will remi'nd us of Fellow- ship night at Council Circle. Thattcross- shaped scrap of red and white can stand for the graduating class, Wichaka, of which Mrs. Deitz was mentor 5 Nawakwa gained 37 alumnae that night. Use these odds iandlends to fill in spaces: candle yellow for indoor hillsides, purple-grey for the mountains opposite Upper Temple. This second part should begin with that bit of blue for the indoor games inflicted upon us by the rain. Here isa piece of icy blue 'that -could signify swimming classes, or the swimming meet at which Barb Benson set a camp record of 28.6 seconds in the backcrawl dash. In an ob- scure corner, .hide the black of deepest mourning for the campers' humiliation by Faculty in the annual softball, game. Six to live- is the score Faculty gives - lmagine, stopping the clock until that sixth run limped in! ' .To start the quilt's third quarter: blue with white polka-dots resembles Hash- lights in cabi'ns after Taps. Wlio can cram for tests in study,-hall anyhow? Any bit of faded calico can fit there as a reminder of the sun beating down on outdoor classes. 011 the 'fsocial' square, sew your head- band, be it green, blue, red, brown, or Olfangfi, HS' a memory of your tribe. Now Ulghts doings: use royal purple for those

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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?

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l'vurImok '11 princes .of the stage in the faculty talent show tif certain congregations could have seen their pastors that nightlb g use green for the interesting, nature hunt we had when it- rained, use red for the Indian hunt, from which one tribal chief was lost for a frantic half hour. This bit of dark maroon can recall the solemn hymn sing of Sunday night. Now bind your quilt for Second Seni'or Girls with pink for Helen Q Pricey D Price's blush when Pastors Deitz and Doll lifted her into view in the dining hall fit was her birthday. jg green for around the gills of Pastor Deitz and Cujnicfs helpers. l Smiles from the Wiissers. Dr. Tabor, two Junior Birdmenvg steel- grey for the glares campers received when they serenaded Faculty on Monday morning, red and green plaid for the in- spiring Christmas carols the seniors sang Saturday night. 5 Add some scraps of reminiscences you may have individually and sew tightly, when chillwinds blow, wrap around you this quilt of warm memories and look forward to making a new one from the leftovers of Nawakwa in 1953. Fetehing, eh what? l 1 Oh.-flzat face! Original Camp Poem Inspectors, oh inspectors, They're always snoop1ng.a1'OU11d, And woe to your good tribe, If any food is found. Ten points, 10 points It's i'mpossib-le to get. Such nosy inspectors VV e never have met. ' Insp-Semi-S, oh inspectors, Xmfve bid you adieu, And when we have left here, VVe'll try to miss YOU'