An Open Air Page For Big Girls and Boys

Sun (Auckland), Volume 1, Issue 7, 30 March 1927, Page 5

An Open Air Page For Big Girls and Boys

AT THE WIGWAM Trackers and Pathfinders Dear Chiefs and Braves, — Redfeather salutes you and under the Totem-Pole, which now bears a goodly number of names, offers you the hand of goodfellowship and his warmest welcome into The Wigwam. Trackers, Pathfinders, Token Holders have followed the call of the open spaces, and the Lake of Many Waters has seen great journeyings. It is with a secret song of joy in his heart that Redfeather turns back the flap of his habitation and bids you enter, for the ways of the world are the ways of youth, and friendships that seed in our early years come to ripe fruition. Let us gather round, scouts, guides, and my other brave supporters. There’s a tang of camp smoke in the air and the stew-pot swings from its tripod< You know that pleasant sense of comradeship that comes when a wood fire is burning? A branch from that birch tree, Token Holder. . . A twig from that cedar, Sickle Moon. . . . Talking of camp fires brings us to the subject of essays. . . How many of you I wonder are mapping out the .prize-winning effort? I hope you will have all your entries ready by April 11, so that the great subject of “Camp Life” may be freely discussed in The Wigwam. There are people you know, who go camping without the least knowledge of how a tent should he pitched. In the dead of night, as likely as not, they find themselves gazing in astonishment at the sky, with their temporary home filched by the wind and caught perhaps in some near-by tree. Others-again arrive at the camping site with all their household goods and are such slaves to civilisation that they even dress for dinner! For the benefit of these people I hope some valuable suggestions will creep into your essays. Ah! It boils ! To the stew-pot Chiefs and Braves ... A truly rural, appetising, cooked-in-the-open odour issues from under the chattering lid. . . . Your Trusty Friend, —REDFEATHER.