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he takes not only a handful of dirt but he takes enough to cover it entirely. That, by and by, sterilizes it, and keeps it covered away from the flies, mosquitoes and all insect life. It does not draw animals around the camp. So the sanitation of the camp must be maintained very strictly, if you want health. I said a while ago a boy is as good as his feet. If he has good feet and is sick, he is as bad as if he had bad feet, because you have him

— on your shoulders or a stretcher to carry back. Now, I want to put one thing on the board. The last is supervision. How would I supervise the patrol, the troop camp ? Just in three or four words: Upon Honor Entirely. Why? Just as I said at the beginning, each boy is a particular individual, functioning as he sees his right to function. If you put it up to his honor to come through at all times, and put it up to his con- — science at all times to play fair and the basis of our Scout oath is to play fair, play fair first with myself and then with — the other fellow he will not need much supervision. The idea in supervision is not to look for the other fellow at all; let the other fellow take care of himself. Just take a little peep inside; look at this fellow (self) who is bigger than all creation, and get him and hold him on the honor side, and then the other fellow will take care of his own honor side. Then, one more thing: I would not teach a love of the law. Rather would I teach the boy the Law of Love. By teaching the Law of Love I would get closer to that boy, or closer to that tiny girl, or that big girl, or that older woman, or that full grown man than all the courts on earth could teach them, whether he be a boy scout or a full grown man, a camp fire girl or a full grown woman. The Law of Love is the law that controls. (Applause.)

Condemned Too late! Too late! I am condemned by fate To be untarnished, chaste, and pure in mind. I am so looked upon as second rate, For circumstances blacked this soul of mine.

My friends forget the days of dreamy past So carelessly filled with jingling rhyme And then took me from them unfair at last By awful strength of sin in course of time. But yet, O Lord, if Thou'll forgive, I'll try To live a life, though shattered badly now, To win the love of them before I die; And keep my heart as pure and true my vow. Don Carlos Smith. Midvale, Utah.