It takes many different characters to make up a good Forestry Summer Camp. The most indespensable is a cook like Bill Steele, champion “wisecracker” and best “snaffle” mixer in many a state; a product of the Mexican Border and Lou Underwood’s Greasy Spoon and a very genial fellow. Next in line the profs.; for it wouldn’t be summer camp without the “Skipper’s” cry of “All on Deck” at eight o’clock in the morning and without him who would hunt down section corners or sing “Waiting at the Church?” Then there is Jeff to keep us everlastingly at it, to maintain camp morale, discipline and espirit-de-corps and to watch us at our work when we didn’t know he was around. Essential as all these may seem it takes first, last and all times, a gang of good fellows, a few good voices like Bill Klug, Allen, Speaker and Kulp and the humming of the rest on “Sweet Adeline” and all of the old time songs around the camp fire when dusk creeps over camp and the fire sends its myriads of sparks into the starlight heavens accompanied by the lap lap of the lake and the glimmer and shimmer of the silver moon across the waves. A happy carefree gang full of work and more full of play, always ready to do something new grousing a bit, yet enjoying to its fullest extent. A bit of home atmosphere must be added by people like Mrs. Larsen and Jeffers, Margaret Elaine and Einar Larsen and Betty Joe and Nelson Jeffers. Then too, it takes a couple of dogs to complete the outfit, quiet faithful old Tug and playful foolish Pal, a contrast of dignity and impudence, the latter an expert in mixing up other people’s sox and shoes.