“Sure
I got the roll, but where’s the shovel?!”
Gov.
Mc Nichols
Addressing
Opening
Session
State
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THE
SMART SET – SOCIETY NEWS
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Cocktails were poured at 4:30
A.M. by the unwashed members of the Hawk
Cliffdwellers. Redeye Whiskey (tomato) was the Hootch du Jour.
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At intermission of the Coyote Concert, golden Trout Cameron was seen telling
his troubles to Lt. Beerbottle wearing
his usual dashing blue ribbons, cow bell and jar of Gerbers strained spinach.
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Surprise news: Laughing Coyote
Mountain
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Report from sick list: Slight relapse of Lone Wolf Kretschmet. Cards Moonshine and money wold be appreciated,
c/o St Josephs Hospital.
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Invitations are in the mail for the big Block-Buster Stew stand-up dinner tonight. Dress optional.
Knives and ponchos required.
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HARD
DRIVING DISCIPLINE, REASONING & PRACTICE PAYS OFF!!
Exceptional progress: All men have
successfully proven their ability to construct a fire preparation with a triple
surgeon’s line and to get a roaring blaze going using only one match! So everyone built a fire in front of his own
lean-to, fried his own bacon & eggs and guzzled hot battery acid. The Rabbit-Hutch occupants prepared a
blue-fry-pan-special for themselves: Beside the golfballs & shingles, steak
& beans!
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TIMBER
CUTTING: After soft, poetic and
genuine Apologies,
Iron Jaw and Possum cut their first Trees
with Ivan-The-Not-So-Terrible. Forest
Fire Blaze Perlman, having the necessary
heft, height & muscle, used Big Ivan.
Li’l Buckskin De Vore, feeling possessed
of abnormal strength, crashed his tree
with double bladed Big Ivan which is
as tall as he!
Iron Jaw and Possum cut their first Trees
with Ivan-The-Not-So-Terrible. Forest
Fire Blaze Perlman, having the necessary
heft, height & muscle, used Big Ivan.
Li’l Buckskin De Vore, feeling possessed
of abnormal strength, crashed his tree
with double bladed Big Ivan which is
as tall as he!
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SHAKE
– DOWN HIKE TO ACROPOLIS HILL
After Meditation Hour up in the rocks and out
in the aspen glades, all Mountain Men assembled for discussion and preparation
of first Maximum Survival Packs. Once loaded and double checked, we quietly and
respectfully stood to watch the short sunset over yonder ridge. Then: “Scouts out!”
– “Hit the Trail!” – The slow, steady tread of good boots that can get a
determined man into and out of any wilderness his heart has a desire to
experience. The comforting
“ching-ching-ching” of morale bells laced to each boot. The easy riding weight of
manliness pressing down on shoulders growing toward maturity. A song of good feeling breaking out at the
head of the line and going off like firecrackers along the spirited string of
youth on march, all the way back to the Ramrod.
Now how many of us truly know the limits of
our own physical ability so that in the midst of our City comforts &
luxuries we can say without guilt or anxiety, “THIS I can accept and
appreciate because I also know I can live comfortably without it!” It
takes quite a man to consciously set out to prove himself to himself; to
thrust against pain and measure his soul. Muscle Back, on his own decision,
included within his Max Pac 64-pounds of rocks and successfully pushed himself
the several miles to Acropolis and back up the Socrates Trail to camp.
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