Life — June 15, 1922 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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® ter, - LIFE - Facing the Boy’s Camp Problem HE time seemed to have come to sen! Junior away to a boys’ camp for the summer, He was get- ting too large to have about the house all during the hot weather, and besides, getting him out of town seemed the only way to stop the radio concerts which had been mak- ing a contiuous Chautauqua of our home-life ever since March, ] there‘ore got out a magazine and turne! to that section of the ad- vertising licaded, “Summer Camps There was a stag- gering arcay. Judging _from the photogray /is the entire child popula- tion of the United States spent last summer i!) bathing suits or on horse- back, aud the pictures of them were so generic and familiar-looking that there w a great temptation to spend the evening scrutinizing them closely to see if you could pick out anyone you knew. “Come on, read some out loud,” said Doris in her practical way. “The Nooga-Wooga Camps,’” I I began. The Garden Spot of the Micasset Mountains. Tumbling wa- calls of birds, light-hearted laughter, horseback rides along shady trails, lasting friendships—all these are the heritage of happy days at Nooga-\\ ooga.’ . . . I don't think much of the costumes they give the F boys to wear at Nooga-Wooga. They look rather sissy to me.” “That's because you are looking at the Camps for Girls, dear,” said Doris. “Those are girls in Peter Thompsons and bloomers.” Hurriedly turning the page, I came to (amps for Boys. “Camp Wicomagisset, for Manly Boys. On famous Lake Pogoniblick in the heart of the far-famed Wap- pahammock district. Campfire stories, military drill, mountain cimbing, swimming, wading, hiking, log-cabins, sailing— they say noth- ing about horseshoeing. Don’t you suppose they teach horseshoeing ?” “That probably comes in the sec- ond year for the older boys,” said Doris. “i wouldn’t want Junior to plunge right into horseshoeing his first seas We mustn’t rush him.” “Camp Wad-ne-go-gallup on the shores of Crisco Bay, Maine. Fac- ing that grandest of all oceans, the Atlantic. Located among the best farms where fresh and wholesome food can he had in abundance’—yes, but is it had, my dear? That's the and Schools.” question. Anyway, I don’t like the looks of the boat in the picture. It's too full of boys. ““Opossum Mountain Camp for Boys. Unusual sports and trips’— Ah, possibly condor stalking! That certainly would be unusual. But dangerous! I'd hate to think of Junior crawling about over ledges, stalking condors. And it says here that there is a dietitian and a camp- mother, as well.” “Camp-mother?” Doris _ sniffed, “Probably she thinks she knows how to bring up children—” Just then Junior came in to an- nounce that he had signed up for a job for the summer, working on the farm of Eddie Westover’s uncle. So in view of this added income, I felt that I could afford a little vacation myself, and am leaving on July 1st for Camp Mionogonett in the foot- hills of the Rokomokos, ‘ta Paradise for Manly Men.” ; R.C. B. The Lady from Melos “A new York diagnostician de- clares that the modern flapper is a healthier and happier girl than the Venus de Milo.” ews Item, EAUTIFUL Venus de Milo, Sickly and crippled and sad; Has no more arms than a silo— Some think she never has had. e can not rank with the Flapper; Scientists give her this slap: For whatever their charms Marble marms, Without arms, Can not be expected to flap. Beautiful Venus de Milo; Worried, neglected, alone; Known from Honduras to Hilo— Well, and quite fav’rably known— She’s not a belle at the parties, Petting’s not done in her set: For whatever their charms Marble marms, Without arms, Can not be expected to pet. Built to Order “What's the matter with Smith, these da or somet ys? Got lumbago or spinal curvature hing?” “No, he has to walk that way to fit some shirts his wife made for him.” comicbooks.com