Camp Pasquaney - Annual Yearbook (Hebron, NH)

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Four o'cl-oick saw 'the interruption 20 THE PASQUANEY ANNUAL firs-t taste -of S-o-utihern cooking, but of course a great deal of the credit must be given to me. Little d-id I know what fate was t'o befall me! In the afternoon Thrus,' and Fran left in a canoe in 'the direc- tion of Maybeth's Pantry to order the pies and coo-kies for our final feast. VVhi-le they were gon-e, the rest dashed into the icy Waters of the lake. Tfhen I again did my share of the work. The evenin-g was made brighter by duets by Phil and Fran,' and a so-lo en- titled I'm Flying Highl' by bla-ck Patterson, the purpose of which was to drive away the mosquitoes. This brought d-own the house. A poft fulzl of creamy hot cocoa end-ed a happy clay. ,N ' Photograph by F. O. Reed THE BEAUTIFUL SITE OF CAMP FIRE XYlien all the mosquitoes had been overcome by the singing, the atmosphere fit was HQTH, gf the occasional successful slaps, the camp fell off to sleep. As f-ofr me, I -lay there 'nea'th the cfommissary tent, peaceful an-d cool from 'the dip they had given me after supper. And now and then I c-o-uldn't help ch-uckling 'to myself as vigorous s-nores from a nameless member of the party reint the still night a-ir. , Ei ' 7 .a g- EE - .A '. : ':i'Iii' . 1:::5:g5:i'55s255g5'4 . '. !g-A re Af R fir yy 2 J 5 3 ii '-ii L4 N -' ': T' 2' ' -'T' J '+3s. TY I 'V T-Lv 'Z Q -' l :2?,.T' -:ii- ' iii 'P17 f, , -ff I ', I V-IT tg I ix T Sketch by J. L. Patterson, Jr. A NAMELES5 MEMBER OF THE PARTY of slumbers for all but one. By seven e-very-one was enjoying oat- meal when sudd-enly from the depths of 'the main ten-t emerged a solitary swaying figure. Hats off to Wa-lt! He had s-lept through. The morning was spent loafing aind the usual so-ak was taken. In the afternoon all hands pitched in to get w-ood- Fran adding zest to the process by climbing many of the numerous dead spruce and pine tre-es in tfhe viiicinity and knocking off the choice brainches with a hefty cudgefl. As 'the water was too cold, the schedufled baseball game with Cliffe could no-t be played. -4 - f -- ., f ..,.. 3... ..n1.4,i-.us--v.a.... - 1 '- iuwdnnpiqvfvhalp- -416-winning., ' - ' . 'Cl0 lk.u4uAqv...4..v-...ss.f.- v.s.,,.,J.,. , -,,,,4,,u-..x..'1-4 - . I an U V

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THE PASQUANEY ANNUAL I9 THE CAMPING PARTIES Photograph bv 5. Roots NEAR BELLE. ISLAND CAMP FIRE fAs told by the frying panj VVhat luck! Here I am placed right on top -of 'the b-ox so that I can- see what is going on about ine. Phil Geiger Ctihe blustering loaf- ing C. 0. IQ is seated aft the back of the boat uttering queer gu'tte-ral noises. And I can recognize the other niernbers of -our party-a-l-l on the way to- Crescent Qtranslated Mosquitoj Beach. There is Thrush lVIort'on, Qthe Kentucky Brute j, and Walt Jenifer, Quhe who sleepsuy, the afore-inenftio-ned C. 0. I., Pihil', Geiger, and Casey,' C-oopw Caslelr, Jack Patterson, Wor't-li Matthai, Swopie Sw-ope, Billie VV'i1ngard, Tommy Hart, Jack Ro-use, and Fran Smith. We arrived without mishap, the tefnts were pitched and the fireplace was rearranged. They left ine by the commissary tent while a f-ew of the more 'courageous ones took a frigid soak. They then had their

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THE PASQUANEY ANNUAL 21 And no-w com-es my big part .in the narrative. After supper I had been 'careful-ly pu't back in my cus- tomary resting-place fin 'the commis- sary tent and had taken a couple of cat naps C-or perhaps I should say frying pan naps!j, wh-en. -along abo-ut f-our o'fcl-o-ck in the morning I was aroused by tw-or people slowly approaching. Before I was thor- ough-ly awakened I was firmly .--1 , - '- ' ' -4':E::::-- 's5?HHSs!E':::':iE5Pii' .gistiigizlmfasa Z . K - R' x .. .L.'- 2 I - ef: Wogires -L ' f tariff ' 2 - RSX ' fe . I-. 12 i ,- A Q: ,ig-i 1-:A-izir 12215 Legg? ,fix -ie F 2 Tie 5'-fl?-1 I3'f'ff? if l , S3 .7 Sketch by J. L. Patterson, Jr. I WAS LIFTED FROM MY RESTING PLACE. grasped and -lifted from my resting place. I did my besft to cry out and awake-n s-om-evo-ne but the snores of 't-he 'nameless sleeper drowned out my futile efforts. I I so-on found myself in a cano-e and my captors were 'rapid-ly padd-ling away. We landed again presently, however, and it was not lo-ng before I recognize-d my sur- roundings. We were 'on Cl-iffe Isrlarnd fthe place I had been the year befrorej. ' We- landed and I was carried up the rocky l-ed-ge. just where I was plarced I'd rather not teill, but it was not very comfortable. And there I stayed until about two in the after- noon when I was r e s c u e d b y 6'Thrus and Phfil. They swore that Nordie -had kidnapped me. How I .longed to be able to set them straight, for 'the cu-lprit, as you may have guessed, was no -oth-er' than that inchworm Hifn'chman assisted by Dick Prouty. We returned to Crescent Beach via M a y b e t h ' s Pantry anbo-ut supper time. A short moonlight paddle ended another happy day. The next morning was sp-ent in l-oafing but during the afternoon the greatest CU feat -of the p a rty occurred. The tw-o Jacks built an oven-. At a distanc-e fit looked 3' over! , r ea W . ,a , ljfflwllg 77 A I , ' v'a1L .:1f' ' - Lg, - ----L - 4- ,? Sketch bv J. L. Patterson, Jr. THE. TWO JACKS BUILT AN QVEN like a jumbled mass of rocksg a few feet away from it, it resembl-ed a pile- of stones. Sand had been p-oured over it, and the heat Cwhat little there wasj had dried i't. VVhereupon the s-and came trickling