Chapter I: Front Matter

[Transcriber's Note: Underlining in the text is surrounded by +plus signs+. Italics are surrounded by _underscores_.]

CAMPING

By

Biddy

Known in Real Life as

ALEXANDRA G. LOCKWINE, R. N.

_Illustrated, Arranged and Printed by_
THE ADVERTISERS PRINTING CO.
133 West 24th Street, New York

Copyrighted by
Alexandra G. Lockwine
1911

Contents

CHAPTER PAGE
I. Getting Ready 9
II. Leaving the City 21
III. On the Way to Camp 31
IV. First Day at Camp 37
V. Routine 53
VI. Afternoon Sports 65
VII. Evening Games 73
VIII. Camping Trips 85
IX. Odds and Ends, Including Prayers 97
X. Football 107
XI. Boating 115
XII. Final Contests, Track Work 127
XIII. Visitors 139
XIV. Last Days 151
XV. Awarding Prizes 163
XVI. Leaving Camp 169

Dedication

_To Dr. George Alexander Kohut, who may not be a good judge of whiskey, but who is a Gentleman and a Scholar, one of the few Preachers who +does+ as he +says+, this book is affectionately dedicated by the author._

_February 14, 1911_

Foreword

NOWADAYS, whenever we pick up a magazine, we read the notices of Camps all the way from Maine to California, who are in need of Campers, and think how very popular camping is becoming, when as a matter of fact it is the one and only pastime that has always retained its popularity.

We can trace it back to the prehistoric ages; see it carved in hieroglyphics on obelisks, find upon investigation that North, South, East or West, the tribes of Red, Black, Yellow and White, have gloried in living in tents, so is it any wonder that mankind still loves it?

This thin veneer of civilization which makes us desire to shut ourself in structures of brick and wood is only skin deep. Right under the surface the love for the open prevails so strongly, that every little while a man who has been brought up according to our standards breaks loose, takes to the road and lives a life of freedom, while the world looking on pities him for going down in the scale and tries to bring him back from the life his nature craves, to one of humdrum existence.

Then come along with me, please, do, for just one summer in Camp and you will say at the end of the season that you can squeeze more fun into a canvas tent than into all the palaces you ever were in.

CAMPING