Chicago Normal School of Physical Education - Scarab Yearbook (Chicago, IL)

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Q-ggzgggggsdgy-9 NINETEEN TWENTY sEvEN esgeaemoezgveawra SCARAB ecgwfeaggveagoeagfw A RAINY DAY HIKE There are hikes thru the snow in winter, And hikes thru the leaves in fall, But the hike in the rain last Monday Was the very best hike of all. We all admit Wetomachek Is the finest camp we knowg But even at Wetomachek The rain falls, and wind does blow. On just such a day last Monday When we were weary taking notes, It was a wet and cold and a glum day, And we rowed to the Rec hall in boats. Then we found that Camp's full of surprises, And there was another in store, For at Big Chief Wapo's suggestion, We prepared to enjoy yet one more. She told us to don our red flannels, And all our heaviest clothes, We emerged looking like padded camels, Well slickered from our heads to our toes. The mud in the road was three feet deep, In some places four and even five. Many's the time we had to swim through But we always came up glad and alive. When almost to our destination, We beheld a most wonderful sight, It was Oshkidfs gilded chariot With Miska and Gwakon out for a ride, At last we came to Slades Corners, An enormous and wonderful town And we all proceeded to patronize The many UQ stores around. Rested and appetites sated, We were told of two roads to camp. The short for the tired and weary, The long for those who wanted to tramp. At last we came into camp bounds, Tired, but happy and damp, And that is tale of a rain hike, Taken while at Wetomachek camp. -Ayaka. Page ninetyfone QGXQQQJGQEQQEEQ

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333333333333 SCARAB 333333333333 MOONLIGHT DIPS They were birthday parties and everyone indulged. The gowns were beautiful because it was everybodyls birthday. But with all the beautiful gowns Medamin thought they needed a bath. With all those beautiful clothes they jumped into the lake. They screamed, they swam, they floated, they did everything but dive. And then Okepi blew her whistle and the shore was filled with mermaids dodging the flashlights. All exclaimed they liked moonlight dips minus the moon ALUMNAE DAY With the fireworks of the Fourth came the alumnae, who were entertained by a baseball game and the Winnie Stunt on Saturday evening. On Sunday morning, the councilors in masquerade raced a huge victory over the used to be unconquerf able alumnaef' Many tennis matches were arranged by Koda who was acquainted with the playing of the campers and alumnae. At twilight the water carnival was held with each tribe decorating a boat and a canoe. Council fire was one of the memories cherished by Our Alumnae. LAKE GENEVA TRIP Four o'clock and we were all sitting on the trucks in our clean khaki suits. We started singing and never stopped until the whistle was blown in Geneva. First to the drug store where Eagin was working up an appetite for a fourth sundae. Qver to the pier where our boat awaited us. When all were aboard, the boat set out for the trip around the lake, which was enjoyed by all. The trucks with their occupants started out for the Northwestern Academy campus. We had a picnic supper on the campus. On our journey home we met with the July showers of Wisconsin. Page ninety NINETEEN TWENTY sEvEN 3Qtj33Q533QQ53

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SCARAB I 5 THE CAMP SONG Uvlclody: By The Camp Fire, Wliei-e the writers kiss the silent shore There's Il camping spot that we adore XVhen the evening shadows fall And the night winds call. On the dunes just underneath the trees NVhere the grass is waving in the breeze There well build 11 council fire Clear and bright through the night. Cliorzcs: Come where the Big Chief is calling Come where the lirelight is falling, Down on the beach where the moon shines high Our tribes will nieet you, greet you, Waitiiig where the lluincs are glowing, Pottowattomie, Wiiiiiebzigtv, Susquehanna and the Iroquois, so true Come where our ukes are ringing, Wlie1'e all our songs we :ire singing The whipfpoorfwill is calling. Dont you hear your Big Chief eallf' Dont you hear your Tribal eryf' Oh, you Brave Tribes, Come by the camp fire Come by the camp fire bright. Page ninetyftwo NINETEEN TWENTY SEVEN