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Date:         Thu, 4 Aug 1994 15:49:00 EDT
From: Rob White <rsw@TFS.COM>
Subject:      WANTED SCOUTMASTER MINUTES

Dr. Stan Frager, Scoutmaster of Troop 30 in Louisville Kentucky
and the host of a Sunday night talk show (WHAS AM 840), asked me to help him
with a new project of his.

He would like to compile a book of Scoutmaster minutes.
He asks that you email me any scoutmaster minutes that you have
written yourselves, have heard, or whatever. He will give credit
to the author in the book (and I assume a copy of the book).

The source of the minutes does not have to be a Scoutmaster, it could
have been anyone (minister, rabbi, girl scout leader,cub scout leader,
teacher,coach,etc). The one requirement is that they be suitable for a
Scoutmaster to share with his boys.

Rob White                            The mail must go through,
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Date:         Fri, 5 Aug 1994 11:18:33 EDT
From: Robert Craig <rcraig@LIBRARY.CARLETON.CA>
Subject:      Re: WANTED SCOUTMASTER MINUTES

Here is my submission, I figured with the noise that seems to be going on
in rec.scouting, maybe someone might post the request there to at least
get off of the BSA for a while!

Bob

[start included text]

Well,
I reached back into my mind and I remember a few that stand out that were most
memorable for me.  This first one, I remember being told by my Scout Leader.
I never really grasped the idea behind it, I found the story a bit far fetched
and I guess the idea of people hating others for what they were a bit out of
my mental grasping.  Anyways.....

It sat in my head for a while until I happened to be working at a summer
camp in Milton, Ontario.  We had a boy who just moved from Quebec to
Ontario.  Marcel was an interesting person.  He was a true Quebequois, spoke
French and believed strongly in the French culture and separatism.  He
Fortunately for us, he also spoke English.  For some chance of fate, he was
placed in the group with my best friend Craig.  Craig came to Canada at the
age of 11 from Great Britain.  He spoke absolutely no French and was the
exact opposite to this young boy.
(Craig adored the English and English Canadian Culture, he believed that Canada
was a great country and was very tolerant to others).  Marcel, upon
discovering Craig spoke no French was extremely upset.  Going into constant
fits of anger, Craig would have to sit down with Marcel to settle him down
and discuss his behaviour and attitude to the others at camp.  Marcel, never
really got along with Craig.  Actually he wasn't getting along with anyone,
he had the opinion that he was forcibly moved to Ontario, and that these
Ontarians were inferior to him as a Francophone.

Craig asked for some suggestions as to how to deal with the situation.  I asked
if I could speak at the campfire they were having and give the Scouter's 5 (
ScoutMaster's Minutes). It was then, the story from my Scout Master made sense:

        An arctic cargo flight crashed up in the far Northern areas of Ontario.
        The crew consisted of a person from Ontario, a person from Quebec and a
        person from Manitoba.  Each of these people, while from different
        provinces where also from different cultures by way of ethnicity.
        One was an Native Canadian, one was a French Canadian, and the third
        was a English Canadian.  These three people, never brought together
        before as all three were travelling on the plain to return to their
        respective homes on this flight.  With the pilot being killed in the
        crash and the plane sinking into the icy water of Hudson's Bay, the
        three were left to fend for themselves.  Although the three had never
        met before, they all hated each other as a result of their ethnicity.

        With little effort, they were able to get a fire going
        and had fed it for a while.  With their extensive injuries from the
        crash, they all were extremely tired and their last search for wood,
        resulted in the three men each finding a log.  Sitting around the fire,
        each man stared at the others, holding hatred for the person because
        of who he was and where he was from.  As the fire slowly died, one
        man suggested that someone should feed the fire soon.  Each man in
        turn refused to place their log on the fire as it would be a sacrifice
        to the other men in the sense he would be helping them.  So slowly
        they sat there and watched the fire slowly die.   The cold
        weather took them quickly.  The next morning, a search crew arrived
        on to the site, finding the three men, each clutching their log.
        The heat of all three logs, probably would have kept them through
        the night, but to share their log, was to help another person
        they didn't like.

Well, I told that story, and I think that most of the kids around the
fire just sat there hearing the story but not really understanding it.  Sort
of like how I had been when my Scout Master told it to us.  It did however
reach to that young boy.  While I never knew the truth behind the story, the
boy couldn't believe why these three men held so much hatred towards each
other that they wouldn't even try to save themselves.  Craig and the boy
talked for a while about differences.  Later that night, Craig came to me
and said that the story worked great, the response from the boy was that if
he and Craig were ever in a crash, he would share his log.

Anyways, there is my first story!

My second one I heard during the 5th World Youth Forum in Kandersteg Switzerland
It was told to us by the Chairperson of the Forum, after spending 4 days
with people from around the world creating a position paper on youth
empowerment within Scouting (the idea that youth should be involved in the
decision making and policy making areas of the various levels of
National Scouting Associations)

The story went along the lines:

        A man was walking through a small village, which actually seemed quite
        large.  It was very diversed with historic old houses and large
        modern buildings side by side to each other.  At the end of the road,
        the man came across a house that looked fabulous.  It was beautifully
        kept, had a historic appearence, yet looked remarkably modern.  From
        inside the man could hear the singing of angels.  On the front lawn
        was a sign:  "Here anything in the world can be obtained"

        Eagerly excited, the man ran into the building to behold endless
        shelves of items and angels running around making sure everything was
        in order.  At the front of the house was a small desk with the
        same sign as on the front lawn.  And at the desk, sat an angel.

        The man exclaimed "Is it true that anything in the world can be
        obtained here.  If so I would like to end world conflict, promote
        peace amongst the peoples of the world, end famine, clean up
        rec.scouting (grin)and...."
        The angel interjected and said "My good person, you have misunderstood
        the sign, for here we only sell the seeds..."

Good Scouting everyone!

Bob

BTW, Scouts Canada currently sells a great book (IMHO) called "Thoughts for
Sharing" in it, the book has stories that are suitable for a variety of
situations and topics.  I seem to remember it being under $5.00 Canadian.
However that was three years ago when I bought it!

--
Robert Craig                            | 1994.  The Year of the Beaver! This
Carleton University Library             | year, Scouts Canada celebrates the
Ottawa, Canada                          | 20th Anniversary of the Beaver Program
rcraig@library.carleton.ca              | The Scouting World's first pre-cub
(613) 567-6771 (home)                   | program. "Party at the Pond!"
(613) 788-2600 ext. 2728 (work)         | --PRACTICE RANDOM ACTS OF KINDNESS!--

Date:         Sat, 6 Aug 1994 10:27:59 -0230
From: Jamie Cashin <jamie@hagar.udc.neweast.ca>
Subject:      Introduction

Hi!

I'm new to scouts-l and Scouting in general, having been involved as
a scouter only since last October.  I'm a cycling fanatic,
volunteering in my provinces cycling association, and an outdoors
nut.  I like to get out there and do things, I like to be active.

I decided to read the list to see how people were doing their
introductions and model mine after theirs.  Well, people are
people and all are different and that's what makes this world
interesting!  Besides, after what happened to me a few months ago
you think I'd have learned:

I was walking through a mall in my home town of St. John's on the
island of Newfoundland (as far east as you can go in North America,
incidentally) when Scouts Canada had a booth set up trying to recruit
members and leaders.  I was given an invitation to attend "Scouting
Explained" and decided to attend.

When I was eight years old I wanted to be a Cub.  My mom said "No,
you wouldn't enjoy it" and I dropped the idea.  Boy was she wrong!
She was a bit overprotective, and I guess I have remained a bit of
a kid at heart because of it all, but not in a bad way.

After thinking for some time, I decided I would try out "this
Scouting thing" as I put it to a friend.  I was no longer requiring
my Moms permission at age 29!  I haven't looked back since, and
I am looking forward to the new year starting in September.

Well the year went by and the Parent Son banquet came around and I
was asked to speak on behalf of the Scouting leaders.  Now, we have
a very very successful program here at 3rd St. John's Wesley
with active parents and leaders, and boys in all sections, Beavers,
Cubs, Scouts, Venturers and Rovers (I've also become a Rover).  So
here's little old me being asked to do a response to a toast.  There
were so many better choices!  The Provincial Commissioner is a member
of 3rd St. John's Wesley, he could have done it.. no way.  They wanted
me to do it.  So I was in a panic for a week.

I think I have been getting alot more out of Scouting than I ever
would have thought possible.  I have grown more in the last year,
learned more about myself and others, and met more nice people than
I have at any other time in my life.

My toast response went something like this:

        "I joined Scouts for many reasons, one of which was to
        "teach what I know, to share my life experience.  I have
        "found that I am learning more than I am teaching.

        "Some of the things I ve learned?
        "I ve learned that I like onions and mushrooms with my steak.
        "I ve learned that marshmallows stick to adult hair too.
        "I ve learned that life is both serious and not serious
        "at the same time.

        "At spring camp last Sunday, we were getting ready to
        "leave.  One by one the boys asked if they could ride
        "back to town with me.  I was confused as to why so
        "many of them wanted to travel with me.  I expected
        "some profound reason, some deep inner characteristic
        "of mine that most adults have lost touch with that
        "some of these boys were seeing in me.  So I asked
        "one of the Venturers why.  I was told 'you like the
        "same kind of music we do and you let us turn it up
        "loud.'

        "I m learning not to be so serious all the time and
        "how to have fun.

        "A wise person once said:
        "100 years from now it won t matter what kind of car
        "I drove, where I lived, what I did for a living or
        "how much money I made.  But the world will be a better
        "place because I was important in the life of a child.

        "Well, the person who said that was wise but they forgot
        "one thing.  Children are important in the lives of adults
        "too.  So with that I thank the youth for giving me the
        "opportunity to be a leader and to learn from them.  I
        "hope I ve been and will continue to be of some benefit
        "in their lives.

Well that's what I said, and that's how I feel.

I love Scouting, and the people I've met, and that's why I've joined
scouts'l, to meet more of the kind of people I have met locally.

Well, as usual, I've gone on raving far longer than I had intended,
so I'll veave it at that.

We're having a provincial Jamboree in Lomond, in Gros Morne
Provincial Park next year from Saturday July 8th to Saturday
July 15th.  It's a beautiful place on Canada's youngest province.
I'm looking forward to meeting more great Scouts, Scouters and
volunteers from across this beautiful province of mine.  I hope
some of the readers of scouts-l might come up to Newfoundland and
join us!

Yours in Scouting,

Jamie Cashin

Date:         Mon, 8 Aug 1994 00:27:15 BST
From: Ian Ford <ianford@DIRCON.CO.UK>
Subject:      SM Minute - Story of Jean Pierre Comboudon (1944) / Repost

===============================================================Adapted from  " The Left Handshake : The Boy Scout Movement During the War
1939 -45 " by H St. George Saunders, [ Collins, London 1949]
pp139 - 140
===============================================================
No better example of how French Scouts helped their country during the
occupation can be found than in the story of Jean Pierre Comboudon, a 16
year-old Rover Scout from Issy les Moulineaux, a suburb of Paris.  After the
invasion the township was cut off by fighting between allied and occupying
troops. Food was not getting through, and there was general disorganisation
of services everywhere.

Jean Pierre persuaded the Mayor to give him a free hand. Equipped with two
lorries, a small sum in cash and a motorcycle he went around local fields
and farms and collected some ten tons of vegetables.  Next he ventured
further afield into Oise, which was still the scene of actions between the
retreating Germans and Canadian forces. He and his companion collected some
thirty tons of foodstuffs. On the way back to town he not only had to deal
with a flat tyre, but also one of his lorries was hit during an air raid,
and he had to put out the resulting fire.  On the way he encountered two
wounded passers-by, and drove them to the hospital. But the hospital was
deserted, empty of staff and supplies.  He went around the town collecting
medical supplies and bedding and established the wounded in the hospital
before continuing his journey back to Issy.  Rations for 25,000 people were
issued, which fed the inhabitants until the town was liberated by American
forces on 26 June after a battle lasting three days.  During this time Jean
Pierre rescued wounded .

As if this was not enough, he penetrated a position held by 400 desperate SS
troops, who were convinced that they would be slaughtered and determined to
fight to the last. Jean Pierre managed to persuade them to surrender to the
allies, and by so doing saved many lives on both sides.

===============================================================
The above is a paraphrase of the original.   I occasionally persuade our
Scoutmaster to lend me his Scoutmaster's Minute to try to introduce little
bits of Scouting history to the troop, and I used this story this year at
the troop meeting which fell between Memorial Day and the D-Day anniversary.

Scouts from Transatlantic Council had recently returned from Normandy where
we visited the Pointe de Hoc and the American Cemetery. Two Scouts in T401
are dual French / American nationality, and their grandmother visited us in
camp and told the boys how she had been a little girl during the D-Day
Landings and had watched the American forces come ashore. Her family had
been involved with the Resistance, and she herself had previously been
interned in a concentration camp.

Clearly this story had particular significance for our Scouts who had
actually visited Omaha Beach a few weeks previously, but I hope that it
might be useful to <all> you Scouters and your troops.

Ian Ford
Troop 401 BSA
(American School in London)

Date:         Tue, 9 Aug 1994 01:55:47 BST
From: Ian Ford <ianford@DIRCON.CO.UK>
Subject:      Re: SM Minute - Story of Jean...

>
> Now wait a minute, I think you left out a line or two with  "During this t
> Jean
> Pierre rescued wounded ." What are you saying? I think it is a great stor
> and  may evenuse it myself, but that one line seems like somthing is missi
>
Sorry, I missed a bit from my abridgement. The original sentence in the book
which I was attempting to paraphrase ended :

[ During this time Jean Pierre rescued wounded] " ... straight from the
firing line, and in this way saved the lives of an American, two soldiers of
the _ Forces Francaise de l'interieur_ and, since chairty knows no
nationality, a German . "

IAN

Date:         Sun, 21 Aug 1994 14:47:20 -0400
From: Charles Nusbaum <aa904@cleveland.Freenet.Edu>
Subject:      What is a Scout
Fellow Scouters,

        I thought I'd pass this along. I recieved it at my JLT.

                -- SPL Charles Nusbaum
                       Troop 176

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

He enjoys a hike through the woods more than he does a walk over the
city streets.

He knows the stars by name and can find his way by them.

When he walks through the woods, he sees things others do not see.

He speaks softly and answers questions modestly.

He knows a braggart but does not challenge him.

* His sense of honor is his only taskmaster, and his honor he guards as
  jealously as did the knights of old.

* A Scout practices self-control, for he knows that men who master problems
  in the world must first master themselves.

* A Scout never flinches in the face of danger. He must be alert to preserve
  his safety and that of others.

He desires a strong body, an alert mind, and an unconquerable spirit.

Always to "Be prepared".

--
 Charles Nusbaum              *   Saint Ignatius High School - Class of 1998
 aa904@po.cwru.edu            * Saint Ignatius Wildcat Marching & Concert Band
 Co-Sysop of The SeaQuest SIG *       B.S.A. Troop 176 - Cleveland, Ohio
 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ *   Order of the Arrow - Cuyahoga Lodge No. 17

Date: Wed, 7 Sep 1994 01:23:57 -0400 (EDT)
From: "Michael F. Bowman" <mfbowman@cap.gwu.edu>
Subject: Re: PLEASE INSPIRE ME...
To: BRUCE C JOHNSON <JOHNSON@MAIL.LOC.GOV>

Bruce,

In our training we frequently use the story of the Scout in the London fog
that helped William Boyce find his way and the subsequent founding of BSA
to point out the value of a "good turn" then point out that this selfless
act changed the lives of over 20 million American youth over the last 80
years and several million youth in other countries where BSA was
instrumental in helping establish a Scouting organization.  Then we throw
in the kicker, "Think about the value of a single good turn and the effect
it can have on others' lives.  This Scout without knowing it affected
millions upon millions of people and more to come in the future.  But you
know, if there hadn't been a leader for his Troop, then none of this would
have worked out quite the same way.  That leader probably never realized
just how important his job was, but we now know.  In your tenure as
leaders you are going to affect Scouts and you are going to cause them to
do great things.  Some will take a turn for the better and pick better
friends staying out of trouble,  Others will learn self-esteem and become
leaders after us.  Still others will through small acts of kindness touch
lives beyond our imagination.  In the years to come you may learn of the
effects of your leadership and you'll know that it was all worthwhile. 
For now, you will see your accomplishments reflected in the smiles and
swelled chests when advancement awards are presented or when a Boy takes
on responsibilities without being asked.  Simply put your job is the most
important non-paying job that I can think of because you will changes
lives forever."  In the hush that follows, come to attention, give the
Scout sign and begin the appropriate Scout Promise, Oath, etc.

When I've worked with smaller groups in training in tougher areas, I've
shared a story from my own life:  "The reason I'm still in Scouting as a
leader is to repay the debts I owe my Cubmaster and Scoutmasters and my
family.  You see as a child, I ran with the wrong crowd.  There were seven
of us then in grade school.  We vandalized the building, blew up toilets
with M-80s and even burned a voting precinct sign.  Clearly, we were all
head down the wrong road.  I was lucky.  I got caught and my folks found
out.  They were smart enough to get me into Scouting where I could
redirect my energies.  Today I'm proud to say I've been an Eagle Scout for
27 years, earned the God and Country Award, hold three college degrees, and
have a successful career as a senior Government attorney.  I can't say the
same for the other six. Their folks didn't care.  Three are now dead, killed by law enforcement
officers.  The remaining three are doing life sentances in the Indiana
State Penitentiary in Michigan City, Indiana.  Now where would I have been
without that Cubmaster and those Scoutmasters?  They made all the
difference in the world."

Yours in Scouting, Michael F. Bowman, a/k/a Professor Beaver
Deputy District Commissioner Exploring, GW Dist., NCAC, BSA
Speaking only for myself, but with Scouting Spirit . . .
		____ mfbowman@CAP.GWU.EDU ____

Date:         Wed, 14 Sep 1994 15:48:00 PDT
From: "Doyle, Ron" <doyler@UH2297P01.DAYTONOH.NCR.COM>
Subject:      A Gang To Be Proud Of

It  appeared in the letters to the editor section in the Oklahoma City 
newspaper I think.      

A Gang To Be Proud Of

To the Editor:

We heard so much about violence in the urban schools and gangs in the
streets that it was with some hesitation that agreed to host a five-day pack
trip for 17 teen-age boys from Oklahoma City.  We seriously pondered whether
it was even wise for our 16 year-old daughter who works for us as a
wrangler, to accompany us.  We just weren t prepared for the behavior of
these young men: Boy Scout Troop 120.

Never had we seen such a group of helpful, respectful, well-mannered
gentlemen. Though city boys, they willingly took on all the tasks associated
with camp life, from K.P. to cleaning up after the horses.  Requests from
Scout leaders and wranglers alike were carried out without complaint, and we
were often addressed as Sir, Ma am, Mr. and Ms.

In spite of our initial doubts, it turned out to be such an enjoyable outing
for all of us that we just could not pass up the opportunity to commend
Oklahoma City, the Boy Scouts of America and the parents and leaders of
Troop 120.

We at Mule Creek provide a wide variety of western adventures from one-hour
horseback rides to weakling pack trips.  In doing so, we come in contact
with a lot of people of all ages and from all walks of life.  It s nice to
know the Boy Scouts are turning out such fine individuals.

Randy and Brenda Myers,
Mule Creek Outfitters,
Lake George, Colo.

May all of your outings be as rewarding!

Ronald Doyle Worldwide Customer services, AT&T GIS - Dayton
   NCR:  622-3179 <Ronald.Doyle@DaytonOH.NCR.COM>
   (513) 445-3179           FAX: 445-7542
CubMaster for Pack 390
Eagle of  72        "Once an Eagle always an Eagle"

Date:         Fri, 16 Sep 1994 10:49:49 -0700
From: Rick Kendall <marge.tsf.nid.csc.com!rick@BARNEY.TSF.NID.CSC.COM>
Subject:      How many Scoutmasters does it take to hang a bear bag?

First some background.  Troop 103 from Lompoc takes a 10 day, 50+
mile trip in the Sierra Nevada mountains every August.  This past
trip was wonderful.  Not as much water this year as last.  No wild
flowers, but there were bunches of ripe wild currents, blueberries,
and some strawberries.  Took two patrols of 8 each plus 4 junior
leaders and 6 SM/ASM in the "fifth" patrol.  The kids have named us
the fossil patrol, but thats another story.

We plan our menu mostly from normal grocery store dry goods,
supplemented with some back packing food items.  Each patrol packs
their own gear and food.  Each meal is repacked in zip lock bags
and parceled out to the patrol members so each of us looses meals
evenly through the trip.  At night, we put the meal bags in a nylon
mesh hammock and hang in a tree some distance from the camp.  Well,
day 1 of the 10 day trip of a patrol of 10 people means a lot of
bags in the hammock.  Should have put up two bags, in two trees:

Attempt #1.  Nice tree located, rope successfully thrown over
branch, hammock attached.  SM John and I are lifting the hammock
while the other ASMs are pulling on the other end of the rope.  We
give one big shove and ... Whoosh, the rope whizzes past and
catches on John's wrist breaking his watch band.  Could have been
much worse.  Branch had broken.

Attempt #2.  Rope over better branch.  Pulling up bag and ...
Thump.  Really had used two ropes and this time, the knot between
the two had failed.  ASM to review knot tying section in Scout
Handbook.

Attempt #3.  Same as #2, except this time, the knot holds, but one
of the ropes (not the normal 1/4" nylon, 500 lb test stuff we all
carry) breaks.  SM John retires to a nice rock on the side.
Substitute another rope.

Attempt #4.  ASM throwing rock over branch, David & Goliath (sling)
style, rock and rope go backwards towards John's rock.  I have
never seen him scramble so fast.  You see, he has very bad depth
perception and can't catch to save his life, so he decided to
scramble out of the way.  We're all in hysterics by now and glad
the other patrols aren't here watching.

Attempt #5.  Another ASM hits the branch squarely with the rock.

Attempt #6.  SPL comes to help.  Rope is over the limb, but at the
fork w/ the tree and catches on the fork.  10 minutes to free the
rope.

Attempt #7.  Rope goes over the branch, but hangs on some twigs.
Trying to free the rope, the rock goes over the branch correctly,
but the rope comes back towards us.

Attempt #8.  Rope doesn't reach the branch (ASM standing on it).

Attempt #9.  We made it and pulled it up out of the reach.

We all retire to the fire and a cup of coffee.

p.s. Have never seen a bear up in this area.

YiS,
Rick Kendall                 rick@nid.csc.com
ASM, Troop 103
Webelos Leader, Pack 63   Del Rio District, Los Padres Council, Lompoc CA.

Date: Sun, 18 Sep 1994 00:01:48 -0400 (EDT)
From: "Michael F. Bowman" <mfbowman@cap.gwu.edu>
Subject: Re: Larry's reply to <Fire building>
To: SCOUTS-L Youth Groups Discussion List <SCOUTS-L@TCUBVM.BITNET>

Mike Holmes wrote an interesting account of fellow Wood Badger that built
his fire in a backpack well lined with sod and cooked a foil dinner to
boot.  I couldn't help think of a particular patrol known for its lack of
attentiveness being instructed on this particular method and then trying
it with only half the directions understood.  I had visions of this group
double-quick stepping with smoking rucksacks looking for a lake or stream
to jump into.  All seriousness aside, it sounds like a great idea for a
very experienced backpacker, but not something I'd want to try out with
very many Scouts.  

Yours in Scouting, Michael F. Bowman, a/k/a Professor Beaver
Deputy District Commissioner Exploring, GW Dist., NCAC, BSA
Speaking only for myself, but with Scouting Spirit . . .
		____ mfbowman@CAP.GWU.EDU ____

Date: Thu, 22 Sep 1994 00:48:08 -0400 (EDT)
From: "Michael F. Bowman" <mfbowman@cap.gwu.edu>
Subject: Baden-Powell's Last Messages

Chuck Bramlet in his posting on Tue, 20 Sep 1994 quoted a reading at a
Scoutmastership Fundamentals course in Thunderbird District, Grand Canyon
Council.  Since his posting there have been some questions about its date.

After doing a little research, I found that the message Chuck requoted
from his trainers was one of several last messages written by Baden-Powell
in his 83rd year of life, that the requoted message was part of longer
message to Scouters and Guides, that the requoted message dropped
references to Guiders (Girl Guides Leaders) and that some of the requoted
sections were reworded and/or omitted key phrases.
 
The circumstances of the message are these:  Baden-Powell's health was
seriously deteriorating and by September 1940, he was acutely aware that
the end was in sight.  While Olave was in Nairobi on Girl Guide business,
he pulled out his old battered suitcase and withdrew an envelope that
carried the instruction "In the event of my death . . ."  Realizing that
he might not have another chance, he penned his four last messages and
added them to the contents of that envelope.  They included a last message
to the Boy Scouts, to the Girl Guides, to My Brother Scouters and Guides,
and to the General Public.  These messages remained in the envelope until
after his death on January 8, 1941 at 5:45 A.M. (local time in Kenya). 
Those messages were released shortly after his death in 1941 and have
since been attributed to him in 1941, although they were written in
September 1940.

The actual text of the last message that Chuck's trainers were attempting to
quote is as follows:

"To MY BROTHER SCOUTERS AND GUIDES:  Cecil Rhodes said at the end of his
life (and I, in my turn feel the truth of it), 'So much to do and so
little time to do it.'

"No one can hope to see the consumation, as well as the start, of a big
venture within the short span of one life-time.

"I have had an extraordinary experience in seeing the development of
Scouting from its beginning up to its present stage.

"But there is a vast job before it.  The Movement is only now getting into
its stride.  (When I speak of Scouting I include in it Guiding also.)

"The one part which I can claim as mine towards promoting the Movement is
that I have been lucky enough to find you men and women to form a group of
the right stamp who can be relied upon to carry it on to its goal.

"You will do well to keep your eyes open, in your turn, for worthy
successors to whom you can with confidence, hand on the torch.  Don't let
it become a salaried organization:  keep it a voluntary movement of
patriotic service.

"The Movement has already, in the comparatively short period of its
existence, established itself onto a wide and so strong a footing as to
show most encouraging promise of what may be possible to it in the coming
years.

"Its aim is to produce healthy, happy, healthful citizens, of both sexes,
to eradicate the prevailing narrow self interest, personal, political,
sectarian and national, and to substitute for it a broader spirit of self-
sacrifice and service in the cause of humanity; and thus to develop mutual
goodwill and cooperation not only within our own country, but abroad,
between all countries.  

"Experience shows that this consummation is no idle or fantastic dream, but
is a practical possibility - if we work for it; and it means, when
attained, peace, prosperity, and happiness for all.

"The 'encouraging promise' lies in the fact that the hundreds of thousands
of boys and girls who are learning our ideals to-day will be the fathers
and mothers of millions in the future, in whom they will in turn
inculcate the same ideals -- provided that these are really and unmistakenly
impressed upon them by their leaders of to-day.

"Therefore you, who are Scouters and Guiders, are not only doing a great work
for your neighbors' children but also helping in a practical fashion to pass
God's Kingdom of peace and goodwill upon earth.
 
"So, from my heart, I wish you God-speed in your effort."

					BADEN-POWELL

Source:  Hillcourt, William, Baden-Powell: The Two Lives of a Hero, 80th
Birthday Ed. BSA (1985).

It is unfortunate that someone decided to edit Baden-Powell's message.  By
so doing, that individual has short-changed many Scouters and altered the
full meaning behind the message.  Perhaps someone thought it unpolitic to
quote the section admonishing Scouters against a salaried organization,
given BSA's professional staff of paid Scouters.  Whatever the reason, I
think that it was reprehensible and in poor taste.  However well-
intentioned, the person that altered B-P's last message in this manner
acted in a way that is not much different than the communist pseudo-historians
that rewrote Soviet history with the ascent of each new leader.  If this
be regarded as a flame to the "editor" then it should be borne with shame.

Chuck, I am sorry that someone along the line decided that he/she had a
better pen than B-P and that you only got half the message from your
trainers as a consequence.  But you were right to offer the idea of B-P's
messages as candidates for a Scoutmaster's or Commissioner's minute.  Read in
their entirety and proper context, they are very inspirational.  Please
don't take offense that I launched on the "editor."  My comments are not
directed at you, but instead at the unknown "editor."   I'm just
old-fashioned enough that I still like to see things done right and
truthfully.    

Yours in Scouting, Michael F. Bowman, a/k/a Professor Beaver
Deputy District Commissioner Exploring, GW Dist., NCAC, BSA
Speaking only for myself, but with Scouting Spirit . . .
		____ mfbowman@CAP.GWU.EDU ____

Date: Mon, 26 Sep 1994 22:35:53 -0400 (EDT)
From: "Michael F. Bowman" <mfbowman@cap.gwu.edu>
Subject: Re: Baden-Powell's Last Messages
To: "ELL447::BRAMLET"@ecc6.ateng.az.Honeywell.COM

Chuck,

That paragraph too! :-)))  I was actually thinking about the proscription
on paid Scouters (folks at Irving tremble at the thought).  :*( grin.  

Look forward to hearing how it went at ALT.  

Yours in Scouting, Michael F. Bowman, a/k/a Professor Beaver
Deputy District Commissioner Exploring, GW Dist., NCAC, BSA
Speaking only for myself, but with Scouting Spirit . . .
		____ mfbowman@CAP.GWU.EDU ____

Date: Mon, 26 Sep 1994 22:56:59 -0400 (EDT)
From: "Michael F. Bowman" <mfbowman@cap.gwu.edu>
Subject: Re: BP's demise
To: "Michael S. Holmes" <HolmesWCW@AOL.COM>

Mike,

I look forward to seeing your article at some future point and hopefully
some pictures of the last resting place.  Oo.  BTW  More than once I've
spotted the familiar "I have gone home" stones on a grave site in various
parts of the country.  

Yours in Scouting, Michael F. Bowman, a/k/a Professor Beaver
Deputy District Commissioner Exploring, GW Dist., NCAC, BSA
Speaking only for myself, but with Scouting Spirit . . .
		____ mfbowman@CAP.GWU.EDU ____

Date:         Thu, 29 Sep 1994 12:17:42 -0700
From: BRAMLET@ECC4.ATENG.AZ.HONEYWELL.COM
Subject:      Another Thought for the Day...

I found this last night in the book of field notes from our
"University of Scouting", and thought that I should share it
with the net.

               WITHIN MY POWER
               ---------------

I am not a Very Important Man, as importance is commonly rated,
I do not have great wealth, control a big business, or occupy a
position of great honor or authority.

Yet I may someday mold destiny.  For it is within my power to
become the most important man in the world in the life of a boy.
And every boy is a potential atom bomb in human history.

A humble citizen like myself might have been the Scoutmaster
of a Troop in which an undersized unhappy Austrian lad by the
name of Adolph might have found a joyous boyhood, full of the
ideals of brotherhood, goodwill, and kindness.  And the world
would have been different.

A humble citizen like myself might have been the organizer of
a Scout Troop in which a Russian boy called Joe might have
learned the lessons of democratic cooperation.

These men would never have known that they had averted world
tragedy, yet actually they would have been among the most
important men who ever lived.

All about me are boys.  They are the makers of history, the
builders of tomorrow.  If I can have some part in guiding them
up the trails of Scouting, on to the high road of noble character
and constructive citizenship, I may prove to be the most important
man in their lives, the most important man in my community.

A hundred years from now it will not matter what my bank account
was, the sort of house I lived in, or the kind of car I drove.
But the world may be different, because I was important in the
life of a boy.

              -- Forest Witcraft

Date:         Fri, 30 Sep 1994 15:07:57 -0500
From: lollman karen j <lollma@ACC.WUACC.EDU>
Subject:      Red Skelton - From the Red Skelton Hour, January 14, 1969

The Pledge of Allegiance

I remember this one teacher.  To me, he was the greatest teacher, a real
sage of my time.  He had such wisdom.  We were all reciting the Pledge of
Allegiance, and he walked over.  Mr. Lasswell was his name.  He said:

"I've been listening to you boys and girls recite the Pledge of
Allegiance all semester and it seems as though it is becoming monotonous
to you.  If I may, may I recite it and try to explain to you the meaning
of each word.

*I* -- me, an individual, a committee of one.
*Pledge*--dedicate all of my worldly goods to give without self-pity.
*Allegiance*--my love and my devotion.
*To the Flag*--our standard, Old Glory, a symbol of freedom.  Wherever
she waves, there is respect because your loyalty has given her a dignity
that shouts freedom is everybody's job.
*Of the United*--that means that we have all come together.
*States*--individual communities that have united into 48 great states.
48 individual communities with pride and dignity and purpose, all divided
with imaginary boundaries, yet united to a common purpose, and that's
love for country.
*Of America*
*And to the Republic*--a state in which soverign power is invested in
representatives chosen by the people to govern.  And government is the
people and it's from the people to the leaders, not from the leaders to
the people.
*For Which It Stands*
*One Nation* -- meaning, so blessed by God.
*Indivisible* -- incapable of being divided.
*With Liberty* -- which is freedom and the right of power to live one's
own life without threats or fear or some sort of retaliation.
*And Justice* -- the principle or quality of dealing fairly with others.
*For All*--which means it's as much your country as it is mine."

Since I was a small boy, two states have been added to our country and
two words have been added to the Pledge of Allegiance - "under God".

Wouldn't it be a pity if someone said, "That's a prayer" and that would
be eliminated from schools, too?

Red Skelton
Date:         Fri, 30 Sep 1994 22:37:00 MST
From: 	      "Chris Haggerty, Sierra Vista, Arizona" <CHAGGERTY@ARIZBPA.BITNET>
Subject:      Red Skelton

Karen,

Thanks for sending this out, it saved a lot of typing and made getting the
entire text from the tape a lot easier.

FOR THOSE WHO ARE INTERESTED, here is the complete, un-edited text, as
presented by Red Skelton, on The Red Skelton Hour, January 14, 1969.  I have
tried to recreate this as best as possible.  With a hearing impairment, I may
have missed a couple of words (hidden in the laughter during his introduction
of the pledge), but this should be very close to the exact words that Red
Skelton recited for his show.

If you look closely at the two copies (the one sent out by Karen and this
copy) you will notice that editing appears to have been done to Karen's copy.
I think this was done to make reciting this easier.  It is hard to recreate
Red's timing and presentation.  I still think he was one of the very best and
wish he would release his show for re-runs. (I was a boy scout when I saw him
do this on his show.)  The presentation has background music and is hard to
present better than Red Skelton did, especially if you have people there who
had watched Red Skelton and they can imagine him standing there doing this.

(Boy, I wish there was a video of this available.)

Grammar is not my forte, so the punctuation may not be correct.  I added in
some commas, in places to indicate where Red broke up the text while
reciting.

The record picks up at the end of his monologue (the Gertrude and Heathcliff
seagull routine was used that night-I stand corrected, the gull's name was
Heathcliff, not Herman-boy what the years will do to you) with laughter
and applause.  It ends just before the commercial which followed this
segment. (No the commercial is not on the record!):

Red Skelton:
"
Getting back to school, getting back to school, I remember a teacher that I
had.  Now I only wee, I went, I went through the seventh grade, I went
through the seventh grade. I left home when I was 10 years old because I was
hungry. (laughter) And .. this is true.  I worked in the Summer and went to
school in the Winter.  But, I had this one teacher, he was the principal of
the Harrison school, in Vincennes Indiana.  To me, this was the greatest
teacher, a real sage of..of my time, anyhow.

He had such wisdom.  And we were all reciting the Pledge of Allegiance one
day, and he walked over.  This little old teacher ... Mr. Lasswell was his
name.  ... Mr. Lasswell was his ah  ...

(at this point a pause and laughter.  Red is making faces and playing with
his hat!)

He says: ...

"I've been listening to you boys and girls recite the Pledge of
Allegiance .. all semester ... and it seems as though it is becoming
monotonous to you.

If I may, may I recite it and try to explain to you the meaning of each word.

*I* -- me, an individual, a committee of one.
*Pledge*--dedicate all of my worldly goods to give without self-pity.
*Allegiance*--my love and my devotion.
*To the Flag*--our standard, Old Glory, a symbol of freedom. Wherever she
waves, there is respect, because your loyalty has given her a dignity that
shouts freedom is everybody's job.
*United*--that means that we have all come together.
*States*--individual communities that have united into 48 great states.  48
individual communities with pride and dignity and purpose, all divided with
imaginary boundaries, yet united to a common purpose, and that's love for
country.
*And to the Republic*--Republic, a state in which sovereign power is invested
in representatives chosen by the people to govern.  And government is the
people and it's from the people to the leaders, not from the leaders to the
people.
*For Which It Stands*
*One Nation* -- One nation, meaning, so blessed by God.
*Indivisible* -- incapable of being divided.
*With Liberty* -- which is freedom, the right of power to live one's own life
without threats or fear or some sort of retaliation.
*And Justice* -- the principle or qualities of dealing fairly with others.
*For All*--For all... which means boys and girls, it's as much your country,
as it is mine."

And now boys and girls let me hear you recite, the Pledge of Allegiance.

"I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America, and to the
republic for which it stands, one nation, indivisible, with liberty and
justice for all."

Since I was a small boy, two states have been added to our country and two
words have been added to the Pledge of Allegiance - "under God".

Wouldn't it be a pity if someone said, "That is a prayer" and that would be
eliminated from schools, too?
"
End of text.

IF YOU WOULD LIKE A COPY OF THIS RECORDING, please send me a cassette and a
self addressed stamped envelope.  Be sure to put the correct postage on the
envelope.  The cassette I am holding right now weighs almost 3 oz, which
translates into at least 4 oz with the envelope or $.98 in current U.S.
Postage.  The only other condition is that you do not tell Columbia records,
they produced the 45 I own with this on it.  For your reference, the label
on the record reads:

COLUMBIA
Red Skelton (4:13)
The Pledge of Allegiance
As Reviewed by Red Skelton
on the Red Skelton hour, Jan. 14, 1969
CBS Television Network
Musical Background:  Red's White and Blue March.
(R) "Columbia"  Marcas Reg. Printed in U.S.A.

(Who knows, maybe they still have this record available and you can get one
from them without the scratchy sounds mine has. (Hey, I used it a lot before
I had a cassette player to record it on!).

Chris Haggerty
4714 E. Plaza del Toro, Sierra Vista, Arizona, 85635-4474
Bitnet: CHAGGERTY@ARIZBPA.BITNET
TCP/IP: CHAGGERTY@BPA.ARIZONA.EDU  (Internet)

Date:         Wed, 5 Oct 1994 22:09:44 EDT
From: Don Izard <IZARD@UBVM.BITNET>
Subject:      Please don't curse at those children

The following is copied from the 1994 Kenmore East high school
   FOOTBALL program!    ( I think it might be a poem, author unknown)

  Please don't curse that
     child out there,
  That's my child you see.
  That's only just a child, you know,
     and means a lot to me.

  We didn't raise our children, dear fans
    For YOU to call them names.
  They're not trying to be super stars,
    For them its sports and games.

  So please don't curse the kids out there,
    They never try to loose.
  Try not to show your ignorance fans,
    The fans they can not choose.

  The game belongs to them you see,
    and you are just a guest.
  They don't need a fan like you,
    They need the very best.

  If you have nothing nice to say,
    Please leave the kids alone.
  And if you have no manners,
    Why don't you stay at home?

  So Please don't curse the kids
    out there,
  Each one's their parents own.
  Win or loose or tie you see,
   to us, they're number '1'.

Date: Sun, 9 Oct 1994 22:47:33 -0400 (EDT)
From: "Michael F. Bowman" <mfbowman@cap.gwu.edu>
Subject: A Scout's View of Honor et al

In some off-line discussions I've had with a few on the list, we've
pondered what goes through the mind of a young teen.  How do they see things?
What do things like "Trustworthy" mean?  What motivates?  I promised to
put on the List some exerpts from a Scout's essay on the subject of Honor.
The words and ideas are his own:
--------------------------------------------------------------------------
         		HONOR, TRUST, LIES & CHEATING 

Honor is a very important and almost sacred element in our lives.  Without
honor corruption and cheating would be unstoppable.  Although this world is
seething with evil it is still a place where anybody can expect to be
treated as another person merely because they can be trusted.  Look at
banks or pharmacies - the customers of these institutions trust the teller
or pharmacist with their money and medicine.

Without trust, honor and trust the world would not function in a
civilized way.  If people always doubted other people then nobody could
trust anybody with anything.  People who lie are like little specks of
dirt on the parts of a car engine who b lying or cheating mess up the
whole "honor system." One example of the "honor system" is the offering
baskets at a religious place.  A dishonest person could quite easily take
money from the basket, but everyone trusts each other to only put money in. 
Another example of the "honor system" is the candy boxes that the Easter
Seals people put in stores.  They trust people to put in a dime for every
piece of candy that they take.  

In any profession today you could easily lose your job for lying or
cheating.  It is only because of Honor, truthfullness, and trustworthiness
that people can get along with each other.  In a workplace people have to
trust the other people that they work with to get the job done.  If they
can't trust the people they work with then nothing gets done because people
can't rely on each other to get what they have to get done, done.  

Another important aspect of honesty is that people like to be able to trust
one another.  Friendship, in most cases, derives from one person trusting
the other and therefore liking that other person.  Trust is also important
in a family.  Family members need to be able to trust each other so that
they can get along.  All families have trust between family members.  

. . . Another important thing about honesty is that if someone lies,
cheats, or something else dishonest, then they will have a sense of guilt. 
. . .  

. . . Anybody with a clear conscience will be bound to feel better about
themself.  Anybody who feels better about themself will do whatever -
fight, write, sing, type, play, run, etc., better.  People with a clear
conscience are the ones who do well on earth.  The ones who feel guilty are
the ones who are depressed and end up taking their own life;  Except for
Politicians!  The only people who benefit by lying are Politians.  Their
job is to lie to the people do some stuff for the first hundred days and
then for the rest of their four years they sit around trying to get
re-elected.  

Even the badmen of the old West disliked cheating in a card game.  When
someone was caught cheating in a card game he was usually shot.  Ever since
the beginning of time cheating has been ill-favored.  In School a teacher can
send you to the office with an administrative referal for cheating, in the
Naval academy you will be expelled for cheating or lying. . . .  

. . .It stands to reason that since nobody likes a liar then there is
nothing to gain from dishonesty.  The truth is always better then the
dishonest falsehoods created by a pathetic liar.  When you tell the truth
people will only like your more.  And the more that you tell the truth, the
better your concience will be and the wiser your decisions.  By telling
the truth and being a friendly person you could quite concievebly do to do
because goodwill will always prevail over dishonesty. . . .

. . .Our civilization is built on a foundation of honesty.  It is
because of honesty that people can work together. . . .  

. . . The most important honesty is that to oneself.  If someone can not be
honest to themself then they won't have any self-esteem.  Self-esteem is
the most important thing you have.  With self- esteem, integrity and a
clear concience they you can trust other people.  And if you trust other
people they will trust you. Trust is like a Tennis match both people get a 
chance to serve.  Honesty between two people will bring them friendship and
then the world will be less one unhappy person. 

-----------------------End of Text----------------------

The author is a 13 year old Star Scout, who liked the idea of posting
some of his thoughts, but was a little unsure of identifying himself.

Yours in Scouting, Michael F. Bowman, a/k/a Professor Beaver
Deputy District Commissioner Exploring, GW Dist., NCAC, BSA
Speaking only for myself, but with Scouting Spirit . . .
		____ mfbowman@CAP.GWU.EDU ____
Date:         Sun, 16 Oct 1994 15:07:19 +100
Reply-To: SCOUTS-L Youth Groups Discussion List <SCOUTS-L@TCUBVM.BITNET>
Sender: SCOUTS-L Youth Groups Discussion List <SCOUTS-L@TCUBVM.BITNET>
From: Ian Ford <ianford@DIRCON.CO.UK>
Subject:      Re: In The Beginning

Mike Tester makes a good point.  I think BSA has a lesson for us all in
the use of the " Scoutmaster's Minute " - a thought for the day at the
end of the meeting. I have started doing something similar at the end of
our Pack meetings.

There are a lot of short stories that can be  used as subjects of a
Scoutmaster's minute that lead back to the history of Scouting.

In the past I have used :

Potted history of Wood Badge beads - the Zulu wars and siege of Mafeking,
including Sgt-Major Goodyear and the first Boy Scouts.

The origin of the left hand-shake. ( A Scout is trustworthy)

The story of Jack Cornwell VC  ( A Scout has courage in all difficulties)

The early days of Wolf Cubs

I will probably use the Cornwell story at T401's meeting nearest to
Remembrance Day /Veterans Day. For those of you in the US this is the
story of Jack Cornwell, a Boy Scout who joined the British Royal Navy as
a boy sailor during the First World War. During the Battle of Jutland he was
detailed as a sight-setter on a gun which took a direct hit, killing most of
the crew and leaving him mortally wounded. He stayed at his post waiting relief
in case he was required. In recognition of his conspicuous gallantry he was
posthumously awarded the Victoria Cross, out highest bravery award.

British Scouting has a Cornwell Scout Badge which is awarded exclusively to
members under the age of 18 for " pre-eminently high character and devotion
to duty, together with great courage and endurance. " The usual recipients are
Scouts who triumph over disability. When I was at school I knew a lad who
had received the award for continuing to play an active part in his
troop despite two years of very painful treatment for tuberculosis
involving prolonged periods of hospitalization and chemotherapy.

Ian Ford

Date:         Fri, 11 Nov 1994 15:19:15 GMT
From: bell <bell@RZ.UNI-DUESSELDORF.DE>
Subject:      Edelweisspiraten

Dear friends,

Fifty years ago today, here in Cologne six boys at the age of 15/16 were hung to death by the Gestapo. Their crime was that they didn't want to wear a uniform. They didn't join the HJ, as all boys had to, but they formed their own gang, going out to nature at the weekends to camp, taking their guitars to sing songs that weren't convenient for the dictators. They called themselves
Edelweisspiraten and in october 1944, most of them were taken to prison and tortured by the Gestapo.  Last night I was at a memorial service at the place were the gallow stood.  A.rvivor told us about the time in prison, the tortures, the day when his friends were murdered and his liberation by American soldiers.  There were also many scouts and scouters in prisons and KZs. Naturally soon after the Nazis came to power, scouting and other youth-organizations were
forbidden in Germany. Only the HJ was allowed and every boy had to join.
Many scout-groups continued their meetings and work illegaly and when they
were discovered, they had to suffer prison or even death.

Date: Sun, 13 Nov 1994 01:05:10 -0500 (EST)
From: "Michael F. Bowman" <mfbowman@cap.gwu.edu>
Subject: Re: Edelweisspiraten
To: bell <bell@RZ.UNI-DUESSELDORF.DE>

Rabe,

Your story about these brave youth was touching.  I may use it in a
Commissioner's minute at one of our training sessions.  

The patches arrived safely. :))  My son, Joshua (13), scooped them up and
nearly made off with them as well as the stamp.  Many, many thanks!  These
will be a treasured part of my collection.

Speaking only for myself in the Scouting Spirit, Michael F Bowman
   Used to be a Beaver, National Capital Area Council, B.S.A.
  mfbowman@CAP.GWU.EDU (mfbowman@CAPACCESS.ORG after 12/13/94)

Date:         Mon, 14 Nov 1994 06:01:11 -0600
From: James Hermann <jhermann@AIS.NET>
Subject:      Re: Edelweisspiraten
To: Multiple recipients of list SCOUTS-L <SCOUTS-L@TCUBVM.BITNET>

On Fri, 11 Nov 1994, bell wrote:

> Fifty years ago today, here in Cologne six boys at the age of 15/16 were
> hung to death by the Gestapo.
> Their crime was that they didn't want to wear a uniform. They didn't join
> the HJ, as all boys had to, but they formed their own gang, going out to

Thank you for sharing this.  I think that sometimes we forget
that the moral decisions of youths can result in dire consequences.

To the extent that these boys were "True Scouts", I think that we
all should have a moment of silence to reflect upon the decisions
that Scouts have to make.

In this way, maybe the Edelweisspiraten live on, in each of us,
in every Scout.

Jim

Date:         Tue, 15 Nov 1994 01:10:59 MET
From: Gino Lucrezi <lucrezi@iinf01.ing.univaq.it>
Organization: Universita` degli Studi "V. Rivera" - L'Aquila
Subject:      Re: Edelweisspiraten

> There were also many scouts and scouters in prisons and KZs. Naturally soon
> after the Nazis came to power, scouting and other youth-organizations were
> forbidden in Germany. Only the HJ was allowed and every boy had to join.
> Many scout-groups continued their meetings and work illegaly and when they
> were discovered, they had to suffer prison or even death.

In Italy, scouting was disbanded in two phases in 1927-28, after lots
of provocations from the "Balilla" in 1926. This didn't prevent the
"Aquile Randagie" (Wandering Eagles) and other groups to keep doing
some scout activities , in some cases just until the fall of
Mussolini. Many eventually joined Partisan groups, of course.

Fortunately, in 15 years of "Giungla Silente" there are no recorded
cases of captures of underground scouts (but lots of beatings of
former ones suspected of going on).

A book telling the story of many such groups is "Storia dello
Scoutismo in Italia", by Mario Sica (who was recently awarded the
Bronze Wolf), of course in Italian.

Some news about Giulio Cesare "Bad Boy" Uccellini and the Aquile
Randagie can also be found in "Scouting Around the World", by J.S.
Wilson.

Ciao!
                   Gino

--

Date:         Mon, 14 Nov 1994 18:17:18 PST
From: Rodger Morris <rlm@SUNED1.NSWSES.NAVY.MIL>
Subject:      Edelweisspiraten

In Spain, the Exploradores de Espana, a recognized member of WOSM,
established in the year 1912, were disbanded by executive emergency decree
of Francisco Franco in 1939 "for the duration of the present temporary
emergency", or words to that effect. Since few things are so permanent as a
"temporary emergency", the ban was not lifted until 1976, one year after
Franco's death.

Franco, a devout Roman Catholic, set up the Phlange, which was similar in
make-up to the fascist Italian Ballila and German Hitlerjugend movements.
Membership was compulsory. However, Franco bowed to a personal request from
the Pope in the 1960's and allowed the establishment of "El Movimiento
Catolico de Espana" (The Catholic Scout Movement of Spain".

The Exploradores de Espana went underground, often with the connivance and
covert assistance of local authorities. Children went camping as "camping
clubs", then posted sentries and pulled their uniform shirts and
neckerchiefs out of the bottoms of their backpacks and did Scouting
activities. When the sentries sounded the alarm, the shirts and neckerchiefs
went back into the bottoms of the backpacks until after the police left.

To put this into perspective, violating this emergency decree carried a
mandatory 20 year prison term without regard to the youth or age of the
lawbreaker.

This era is known in Spain as, "La Epoca Clandestina de Escultismo en
Espana" (The Clandestine Epoch of Scouting in Spain). One group that kept
Scouting going in Southern Spain was the Kangaroo Patrol. Founded as a
regular Scout patrol in April of 1927, the Kangaroos were selected as the
honor patrol chosen to carry the Spanish national colors and greet Lord
Baden-Powell at the docks of Cadiz harbor on his around the world Scouting
tour of the late 1920's.

The Kangaroos fought on both sides during the Civil War of 1936 - 1939.
Then, in the immediate aftermath of the war, even the Franco supporters and
loyalists amongst the Kangaroos agreed that Franco was wrong to ban
Scouting. They patched up their differences and helped keep Scouting alive
in Southern Spain for the next 37 years. Other dedicated individuals
performed the same services in isolation in other areas of Spain during this
same period of time.

In April of 1985, in recognition of their 55 years of service to Scouting,
the Scouts de Espana (the Exploradores de Espana with a new corporate name)
awarded the "Lobo de Plata" (Silver Wolf) to the Kangaroo Patrol at the
"Campamento de San Jorge" (The Encampment of St. George).

I was privileged to represent the Boy Scouts of America at that ceremony as
an invited guest of the Scouts de Espana. I posted some months ago how all
the Spanish Scouts and Cubs, Ventures and Rovers were presenting beautiful
hand-made gifts. The 11 year old Scout and I who were representing the BSA
did not know what the Silver Wolf was. As a result, we were caught
unprepared. Rather than give nothing to the Kangaroos on their special day,
we gifted them with my dirty, dog-eared, cover-held-on-with-tape Scout
Handbook with the inscription:

"From the world's largest Scout Association to the world's best.
Congratulations on 55 years of Scouting.

The Boy Scouts of America.
Travis Stone
Rodger Morris"

It wasn't much, but it was all we had. Fortunately, the Kangaroos and
theSpanish Scouts took it in the spirit in which it was offered. I am
pleased to offer this piece of Spanish Scouting history to this forum.

Yours in Scouting,

Rodger
Rodger Morris, rlm@suned1.nswses.navy.mil
Scoutmaster, Troop 852, Ventura County Council, BSA
National Woodbadge 416, Philmont, 1973
"I used to be a Beaver..."

Date:         Fri, 18 Nov 1994 02:24:03 +0100
From: Rabe <bell@RZ.UNI-DUESSELDORF.DE>
Subject:      Re: Edelweisspiraten

On Thu, 17 Nov 1994 05:47:53 -0600,
James Hermann  <jhermann@AIS.net> wrote:

>I sent some email to the author with the same question, but
>have received no reply.

Sorry James,

I am very busy these days, having hardly the time to read my mail, let
alone answer it.

>I think that the literal translation is probably NOBLE WHITE PIRATES.

Literaly it is right, but that's thought far too complicated. Edelweiss is
a white flower that grows in the Alps. EDELWEISSPIRATES was an abusive name
used by Nazis for oppositional youth-groups. Where the Nazis thought it to
be an insult, the afflicted boys soon took it as an honour and made the
Edelweiss-flower their sign of recognition.
Somebody wrote, they were true Scouts. Well, the Edelweisspiraten here in
Cologne knew nothing about Scouting. They were just boys, who didn't
like the Nazi-surpression. Scouts were maybe more feared by the Gestapo,
they were refered to as "Buendische Hunde" (very poor translation would be
"united dogs"). This name as well was adapted by the persecuted groups and
they too were proud of the Nazi insults. There's still a paperback
available today called "songs of the Buendische Hunde".

Gut Pfad!

Rabe                                             Ralf.Bell@uni-duesseldorf.de

Date: Sat, 19 Nov 1994 01:52:57 -0500 (EST)
From: "Michael F. Bowman" <mfbowman@cap.gwu.edu>
Subject: Re: BSA: boy run program

Alan,

Why don't you turn your comments around to make a Scoutmaster's minute. 
Point out how you came to the Troop, learned to let boys lead, and how
proud you are of what the results are and that in the process the new Eagle
became one of the teachers.  The strong tribute is in itself a simple, yet
elagent inspiration to the younger fellows.

Speaking only for myself in the Scouting Spirit, Michael F Bowman
   Used to be a Beaver, National Capital Area Council, B.S.A.
  mfbowman@CAP.GWU.EDU (mfbowman@CAPACCESS.ORG after 12/13/94)

Date:         Thu, 17 Nov 1994 10:42:59 EST-5
From: "Jim Miller, Jr." <jmillerjr@LSFCU.ORG>
Subject:      Re: Edelweisspiraten

>
>Dear friends,
>
>I was reading the notes about the Nazis youth at Germany, who are called the HJ. Recentelly, i saw a movie that is about this topic, and this movie shows the rebellion of the boys and girls who didn't agree with the Nazism.  This is a good opportunity to show to boys this terrible face of the humanity,  for it never happen anymore. I don't remember the movies's title now,but if someones want to know it, i will send to you.  Well, if you want to know more, this film is about the "The Boys of the Swing".  Best regards,
>Andre Amaral Almeida<Andre_Scout@Vnet.Ibm.Com>
>Brasilia, Brasil.  Scout Group Moraes Antas - 1o.DF

The film is called "Swing Kids" and, IMHO, is an excellent film.

Date: Sun, 20 Nov 94 00:34:22 +0100
From: Rabe <bell@uni-duesseldorf.de>
To: mfbowman@cap.gwu.edu
Subject: Re: Edelweisspiraten

Dear Michael,

>Your story about these brave youth was touching.  I may use it in a
>Commissioner's minute at one of our training sessions.  

You probably can't imagine how much I was touched that night at the 
memorial service. I am urgently searching for the adress of the speaker, 
because I want him to join one of our meetings and tell the youngsters 
about his experiences during that dark years of German history. 

>The patches arrived safely. :))  My son, Joshua (13), scooped them up and
>nearly made off with them as well as the stamp.  Many, many thanks!  These
>will be a treasured part of my collection.

I am glad you like the patches :-) Does Joshua collect stamps? I could send 
him some Germans, if you want. In my group we collect stamps for a
handicapped project, so I always have plenty of them.

Gut Pfad!

Rabe                                             Ralf.Bell@uni-duesseldorf.de

Date:         Mon, 21 Nov 1994 13:01:47 GMT
From: bell <bell@RZ.UNI-DUESSELDORF.DE>
Subject:      Edelweisspiraten

Hi Jim,

>I think that I forget to put on my thinking cap.

Happens to all of us now and then! ;-)

>Probably everyone in the US has seen the movie "Sound of Music" which includes a song
>called Edelweiss in English.  My english dictionary even lists the word as a small white flowing plant from the Swiss Alps.

I haven't seen that film, but I thought that "edelweiss" was known in English as well.

>I guest if an American wanted to produce a similar insult, we would call a group "Pansy Pirates" or "Daisy Pirates".  However, the word "Pansy" has two meanings, a flower or a male who is soft or effeminate.

Well, you never stop learning, I knew that 'daisy' was 'Ga"nseblu"mchen' (where x" is an umlaut) but I didn't know that 'pansy' was 'Stief-mu"tterchen' (flower) or 'Homo' (gay). Just looked that up in a dictionary.  What does you make think that 'daisy' or 'pansy' could correlate to 'edelweiss'? If there is any second meaning to 'edelweiss', like there is to 'pansy', I don't know about it. I asked myself why the Nazis came to call the outlaws edelweisspirates but didn't find an answer. After all the edelweiss is regarded as a rare and 'noble' flower today, not exactly what you would call a group you want to degrade. Maybe 50 years ago it was different? Interesting is also, that today you still find some graffity on Colonge walls saying 'Edelweisspiraten sind treu' (edelweisspirates are true). Reminds me of the scout-law, somehow!

Another youth-group that definitly and activly WAS fighting Hitler, called themselves 'White Rose' (Weisse Rose). They were students, influenced by the German Youth Movement. Two famous members of that group (among others) Hans and Sophie Scholl were killed by the Nazis. They were regarded as resistance-fighters straight after the war. Whether it was because they
were students (the Cologne Edelweisspiraten were only 'proletarian kids') or because they printed and distributed anti-nazi-leaflets, I don't know.  Interesting is, that they named themselves after a 'white' flower as well.

>What is the difference between "piraten" and "seerauber" (umlaut over a)?

Ups, I am not a linguist, but I would say there is not much difference.  'Seera"uber' (sea-robber) is definitly a German word, whereas 'Pirat' is originaly from another language, maybe Italian. Both words mean the same.

>I used the term "true scouts" to refer a them as Scouts in action without knowing about any formal program.

Yeap, got that. As I said, they had nothing to do with scouts, but they got the spirit (Edelweisspiraten sind treu!).

>I think that we have two threads going on this same topic, but

Have we? I think it is time for a confession now:

I DO NOT READ ALL THE MAILS FROM SCOUTS-L!

because

a. I don't have the time to
b. American Scouting is so much different from the German, that I simply
     do not understand many of the postings (or am I just too stupid?)

>I find it very interesting.

So do I! I knew about Edelweisspiraten before, but since I have been to that memorial service and heard the speech of one of them, I am absolutely fascinated. So I try to get as much information about them as I can.  Funny coincidence, these days a fellow scouter gave me a book called 'The
left handshake' Subtitle: 'The Boy Scout Movement during the War 1939-1945'  by Hilary St. George Saunders, 1949. As he doesn't speak much English, he asked me to translate it to German ('only' 250 pages). I do not dare thinking of translating it yet, but I would be glad to have it on my
computer for a start. I remember there was one of us scanning books. Could you give me same hints, please? I've been playing around with my handy-scanner and the acompanied OCR-program (Perceive) but I've got the feeling, that typing it off would be quicker. How did you do the job?

Gut Pfad!

Rabe                                            Ralf.Bell@uni-duesseldorf.de

Date:         Mon, 21 Nov 1994 21:17:29 -0500
From: Jack Weinmann <aa855@cleveland.Freenet.Edu>
Subject:      Parent Involvement

Here's a poem that can be read BEFORE you ask for parnts to volunteer for positions in your pack.  It should be read by someone who can put true feeling into the lines without becoming too emotional him/herself.  I personally cannot get through it without my voice cracking badly and it brings a tear to my eyes whenever I even type it out, but here goes:

                             A BOY"S EYES

"I'd like to be a Cub Scvout -----"
        (His eyes were deepest blue)
"I'd like to learn, and play, and build
        Like Jim and Freddy do."

"I know how to use a hammer;
        I can drive a nail if I try.
I'm eight years old, I'm big and strong
        And hardly ever cry."

I gave him th application
        And parent participation sheet.
(His eyes were filled with sunshine
        As he left on dancing feet.)

Next day, my friend was back again,
        A dejected little lad.
"I guess I'll skip the Cub Scouts."
        (His eyes were dark and sad.)

"My Mom is awful busy,
        She has lots of friends, you see.
She'd never have time for a den;
        She hardly has, for me."

"And Dad is always working ----
        He's hardly ever there.
To give them any more to do
        Just wouldn't be quite fair."

He handed back the papers
        With the dignity of eight years,
And, smiling bravely, left me
        (His eyes were filled with tears.)

Do you see your own boy's eyes
        As other people may?
How he looks when you're "too busy"
        Or "just haven't time" today?

A boy is such a special gift ----
        Why don't you realize,
It only takes a little time
        To put sunshine in his eyes.

(Credit given to Pat Beardslec, Den Mother, Hawthorne, California)

If anyone out there knows Pat - PLEASE thank her for me.  This has been
with me for the last 10 years that I have been in Scouting and has never
failed to emotionally move me.

I HAVE seen parents NOT offer their help after this was read, but if this
doesn't get them  ---- unfortunately ---- probably nothing will!

Hope this helps,

Jack W. Weinmann
Winding Rivers District Committee
Greater Cleveland Council #440
 - Council Cub Scout Wood Badge Coordinator
 - Council Cub Scout Advancement Chairman

Date:         Thu, 8 Dec 1994 15:48:28 -0500
From: "R.P.Stawicki" <rps@PRUXP.PR.ATT.COM>
Subject:      poem

Hi All,

I would like to share this with all.

This is a poem my oldest son wrote "just because"
when he was a first year Webelos.

Scouting

Scouting's fun and Scouting's grand
Like traveling from land to land.
Climbing up the Scouting trail,
Not stopping for wind nor hail.

For Scouting is a treasured thing,
Learning about what life will bring.

Bobcat, Wolf, and Bear are fun,
When you get your Webelos badge your almost done.

So, if you see a loyal Scout,
Notice that he tries to do
Lots of good deeds
For me and you.

Robby Stawicki
Webelos 1
Age 10
Feb. 1992

Best wishes to all,
The Stawicki Family
Rob, Donna, Robby, Craig, Krysta, & Brianna
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Date:         Tue, 30 May 1995 09:09:46 EDT
From: Michael Smith <msmith@EMST-DC.PLANSYS.COM>
Subject:      Please Read - Bad News From Hungary
 
Last week, Mr. Imre Tasi, the old (50 yrs ago) scout who started a scout
group in a poor village in Hungary, died of a heart attack. For those who
missed the earlier postings, Mr. Tasi, after the fall of Communism, started a
scout group that primarily consisted of orphans being cared for by the local
church.  This was a very, very poor area and our pack was honored with the
task of collecting scouting equipment to help this group get started.

The day before his death, the shipment of scouting equipment and uniforms we
sent arrived.  Even though he was in extreme pain, Mr. Tasi called all of his
boys together to present them with the equipment.  After seeing the boy's
faces, he told his brother "God can take me now."

With permission from his brother, I would like to share a portion of the
eulogy given at his funeral...all scouters should be proud. [Note: In the
shipment, we included small flags from all of the countries whose scouts made
contributions. We thought this was a nice touch, but little did we know what
would follow. Also, what is presented has been roughly translated from his
brother's memory]

Over 300 people were at the funeral, the shipment of scout equipment was laid
out around the casket and the small flags from the countries were placed on
the altar.  Also, the boys all wore at least one uniform part from the
shipment.

Exerp from the eulogy:

Imre has given us the greatest gift of all, hope.  As we struggle through our
daily lives, we can look at his boys and take pride in what the future holds.
For so long, we have felt isolated and rejected by the world.  On this altar,
we have flags from the United States of America, Canada, England, and
Australia.  Each of these countries are part of what we have called the evil
capitalist empire. What hope do we have when the rest of the world is
determined to exploit the poor and helpless.  Imre has shown us that the
world is not as we were taught.  Look around Imre's body.  What you see is
the rest of the world, not evil capitalists after money, but a kind, loving
world willing to help those in need.  These lanterns, these tents, and the
uniforms Imre's boys are wearing were not sold to him, they were given to
him.  All Imre did was to let the world know of our needs and the world
responded.  There was no profit, there was no gain.  Just other people who
care.  As our country struggles through change, it is too late for Imre to
reap the benefits of our new freedom.  For all of us of Imre's generation, it
is too late.  But for our children, it is a beginning. We are striving to
become a nation just like those whose flags are upon the altar.  Imre has
shown us that this is an honorable goal.  Maybe, just maybe, these boys will
one day be able to send material to another country whose people are in need.
....Mr. Tasi Imre, may God see you as we see you and grant you your rightful
place right by his side. We will miss you. But you will always live in our
hearts and in these boys.  And for generations to come, you will be known as
the person who has given this humble town hope. [End of eulogy]

It is unclear what will now happen with the boys.  Apparently, some of the
older boys have vowed to continue as best they can with Imre's dream.  Also,
his brother, who has been in the U.S. for about 30 yrs., is looking into
giving up his life here to go back to Hungary to help these boys [makes my "1
hour a week" effort for the pack seem a bit trivial]. Hopefully, somebody
will step up and continue his effort, but even if the scouting movement does
not continue, what Mr. Tasi has done will never die.

Mr. Tasi, I am honored to have known you and you have made me a better
person.

YiS,
Michael Smith
Committee Chairman, Pack 160, Herndon, VA.
msmith@plansys.com

Date:         Sat, 8 Jul 1995 18:54:47 GMT
From: Rodger Morris <rodger@FISHNET.NET>
Subject:      Re: VOLUNTEERISM

>HELLO OUT THERE!  I'm living in Japan and teaching English to junior
>high students here.  I just found out that I will be speaking for the
>prefectural-wide meeting of the Junior Red Cross about volunteer work done
>by teenagers in the U.S.  Does anyone have any[Cfacts, funny stories, heart-
>warming stories or JUST ANY info on volunteerism among this age group?
>Please help me if you can.  Any info on activities your group does
>would be greatly appreciated.  The Japanese people I've talked with here
...

My Boy Scout Troop spent a Troop meeting about a month or so ago picking
tangerines on a farm that would have gone to waste. We are inside the
quarentine zone for the Mediterranean fruit fly in Camarillo, CA. We
donated about 100-150 kg of tangerines to the food bank run by the
St. Columba's Episcopal Church of Camarillo.

We had a great deal of fun doing this. We probably wasted about 5-10kg
of tangerines in an impromptu tanerine fight, but we filled up our van
with as much as we could conveniently carry. We had so much fun doing
this service  project that our Scouts want to do more projects.

One of our Scouts needs to plan, develop and carry out a service project
in order to qualify for Eagle Scout. He has discovered a senior citizens'
convalescent home that needs painting. He is planning the details now. We
intend to repaint this home and celebrate by having a pizza party.

Remember, KISMIF! Keep It Simple, Make It Fun.

Next year, we intend to go on a trip into Baja California. We know that
there is a small school in the mountains of Baja California that has few
books. We intend to collect books and other materials and give it to this
small one-room school that serves about 20-30 students.

"Think globally, act locally."

Volunteerism is analogous to the story of the old man who was walking on
the beach. Millions of starfish were dying out of water as the tide receded.
Every few steps, the old man would pick up a starfish and throw it into the
water.

A young man saw this and asked, "What are you doing, old man?" The old man
replied, "I am throwing starfish back into the water so they will live."
The young man exclaimed, "You are a stupid old man. Millions of starfish
are dying right now on this beach alone. There are hundreds of beaches
where starfish are dying this instant. You cannot possibly make any
difference in the midst of all this death."

The old man bent down and picked up another starfish, then threw it into the
water, then said, "Made a difference to that one!!"

One drop of water is insignificant, but enough drops of water will fill a
dry lake and make the earth bloom.

Yours in Scouting,

Date:         Mon, 25 Sep 1995 14:10:20 -0700
From: CHUCK BRAMLET <chuckb@aztec.asu.edu>
Subject:      Origin of "Taps"

I found the following last night, while going thru my e-mail.  It
comes from another list that I subscribe to, and the poster has graciously
permitted me to repost it here.  I must warn you that the story's truth
has been challenged, but I think it still merits our attention.

Many thanks to Hazel Knight for allowing me to repost this.

    ================= Begin forwarded message =================

    From: Hazel Deane Knight
    To: Multiple recipients of list ROOTS-L
    Subject: Origin of "Taps"
    Date: Sat, 23 Sep

    I have just read an article extracted from Doug Storer's Encyclopedia of
    Amazing But True Facts published by Signet I feel worthy of passing on to
    my fellow Rooters. Perhaps one of you are related to the Captain. I quote
    in entirety:
     "It all began in 1862 during the Civil War, when a Union Army Captain,
    Robert Ellicombe was with his men near Harrison's Landing in Virginia.
    The Confederate Army was on the other side of this narrow strip of land.
    During the night, Captain Ellicombe heard the moan of a soldier who lay
    mortally wounded on the field. Not knowing if it was a Union or
    Confederate soldier, the Captain decided to risk his life and bring the
    stricken man back for medical attention. Crawling on his stomach through
    the gun fire, the captain reached the stricken soldier and began pulling
    him toward his encampment. When the captain finally reached his own
    lines, he discovered it was actually a Confederate soldier, but the
    soldier was dead.
     The captain lit a lantern. Suddenly, he caught his breath and went numb
    with shock. In the dim light, he saw the face of the soldier. It was his
    own son! The boy had been studying music in the South when the war broke
    out. Without telling his father, he had enlisted in the Confederate Army.
     The following morning, the heart-broken father asked permission of his
    superiors to give his son a full military burial despite his enemy
    status. His request was partially granted. The captain had asked if he
    could have a group of army band members play a funeral dirge for the son
    at the funeral. That request was turned down since the soldier was a
    Confederate. Out of respect for the father, they did say they could give
    him only one musician. The captain chose a bugler. He asked the bugler to
    play a series of musical notes he had found on a piece of paper in the
    pocket of the dead youth's uniform.
     This wish was granted. That music was the haunting bugle melody we now
    know as "Taps" used at all military funerals."
                            .................
    Hazel Knight

Now, if you don't have tears in your eyes, and a lump in your throat, check
your pulse and make sure you're alive.  :,)

YiS,

Chuck Bramlet, ASM Troop 323
Thunderbird District, Grand Canyon Council, Phoenix, Az.

I "used to be" an Antelope! (and a good ol' Antelope, too...) WEM-10-95
Please E-mail any replies to:                >> chuckb@aztec.asu.edu <<
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"That depends a good deal on where you want to get to", said the Cat.
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Date:         Tue, 24 Oct 1995 12:38:23 -0400
From: The Scouting Center <xx348@cleveland.Freenet.Edu>
Subject:      SOME THINGS IN LIFE THAT COUNT

These phrases were part of a video shown at a company meeting to kick
off the annual charity drive at MICROSOFT's HQ, and were sent to me by my
nephew, who works there.  Enjoy...

----------
SOME THINGS IN LIFE THAT COUNT

Never forget how you got this far.
Always remember how far you can go.
Be a designated driver.
Be the answer to someone's hopes.
Do something nice for someone who will never know.
Take a hot shower.
Drink cool water.
Pass on a thirst for knowledge.
Help someone paint a fence.
Remember it can take great strength to be gentle.
Learn to parallel park.
Sing on key.
If you cant sing on key,  sing anyway.
Watch the sun set whenever you can.
Put the cap back on the toothpaste tube.
Build bridges.
Spread joy.
Dont give up on others.
Dont let them give up on you.
Never forget why you fell in love.
Be outraged by injustice.
Spend time with people who are younger.
Spend time with people who are older.
Teach your children compassion.
Dont forget to separate the bottles and the cans.
Eat fresh fruit
When responding to an alias, dont " reply all".
Never underestimate the power of your actions.
Learn to be a good storyteller.
Learn to listen.
If you ever find out whats better, plastic or paper,
        please let the rest of us know.
Read the classics.
Follow in the footsteps of heroes.
Leave some footsteps of your own.
Remember to share the remote.
Dont end up having more money than happiness.
Dont end up with more than you give.
Floss.
Make angels in the snow.
Believe in the essential goodness of someone.
Remember where you came from.
Make connections.
Remember meter maids are people too.
Show a kid how to throw a curve ball.
Walk into the wind, if it is the right way to go.
Treat every day as a gift.
Give back.
And remember -
                Not everything that counts can be counted.

--
         The Scouting Center SIG on the Cleveland Freenet
               Serving the Greater Cleveland Council
                   and the Boy Scouts of America
                    xx348@Cleveland.Freenet.edu

Date:         Fri, 3 Nov 1995 08:54:08 GMT
From: Hutcheson George M <RX29470@DEERE.COM>
Subject:      A Scouting Moment
 
Greetings everyone,

I've been thinking about this all week and just had to share it with
the list.  You veteran scouters have probably had this happen many times
but for me, hey, "its my first frog".

Last Saturday was the outdoor session of Scoutmastership Fundamentals. That
morning was windy and cold with intermittent rain and snow.  Although it
was before dawn I'd gone outside to start the cooking fire so that the coals
would be ready when the trainer showed up for his demonstration.  Another
trainee and I had gotten a nice fire going and were gathering some extra wood
when out of the dark a lone scout plopped himself down on a log by our fire.
Not an older boy either, he was wearing a Webelos hat.

Seems that his troop was sleeping in a cabin just down the hill and he had
woken up cold, saw our fire, and decided to get warm.  He, the other leader,
and I talked for a while and then he left to take some kindling back to
his troop.

This got me thinking, where else could a boy approach two strangers on a
miserably cold and wet hilltop without having to wonder about being welcome,
not to mention being safe.  It's kind of wonderful being the recipient of
that much trust.  BSA really is a special organization.

Anyway, it sure made my day.

YiS
George Hutcheson              Pack 44/Troop 42
RX29470@Deere.com             Cedar Falls, Iowa
Eagle Class of '67

Date:         Sun, 12 Nov 1995 21:48:07 -0800
From: Scott Drown <scottdd@HALCYON.COM>
Subject:      A Scoutmaster's Minute

I have been looking about for Scoutmaster's Minutes and Steve Tobin's site
has been alot of help.  It is my feeling that the Minute is an important
teaching tool and ending to a meeting.  I gave the following a couple of
weeks ago ad lib but wanted to share it.  I hope you will feel it has
merit.  I called it:

"Memories"

Good Evening.

A few weeks ago the grandfather of one of the Scouts visited the Troop.  He
was a Scout himself during the Depression in the 1930s, about 60 years ago.
It was a hard time for him and many others but he had good memories of
Scouting.  He watched the meeting and visited with the Scouts and joined in
in our closing circle for the Scoutmaster's Minute.  We then sang Scout
Vespers as we always do.

His wife of 30 some odd years was with him and she noticed that the
grandfather, who had not been involved in Scouting in years, still
remembered the words  and tune to the Scout Vespers and was able to sing
with the Troop with no hesitation.  He remarked to his wife afterwards that
that simple song brought back all the memories.  Memories of all the things
he had done in Scouts, all the the fun he had had,  all the valuable
lessons he had learned in Scouts that later helped him.  It also showed him
that the traditions of Scouting were still steadfast after so many years.

Memories and traditions powerful things.  Memories and tradiition are an
important part to Scouting.  It is important to recall for both Scouts and
Scouters that what we build here in the Troop are memories - traditions.
We build them between ourselves while following the Scout Oath and Law.
They are the start of memories that will last us a lifetime.

So as you walk the Scouting trail remember the memories are what you build.
Pledge yourself to build good memories, good memories of the fun you have
had, good memories of the lessons you have learned.

As you leave tonight reflect on the memories and tradtions of Scouting that
you yourself can carry forward to the betterment of all.

Good Night

Not one shred of evidence exists in favor of the idea that life is serious.

Scott Drown
SM Troop 39, Maltby
Mt. Baker Council, Everett Wa.

Date:         Mon, 13 Nov 1995 11:42:08 -0500
From: Susan Ganther <susan@EMAIL.UNC.EDU>
Subject:      Scoutmaster's Minute

I was deliberating about this story after our Webelos leader asked to
have each visiting parent prepare to tell a story from their own life
when it is their turn to be the guest at the Webelos meeting. I decided
it is more appropriate for Scouts than for Webelos, who do not yet have
responsibility for leadership of their unit.

I was climbing in the Sierras with a group and we were winding our way up
a very steep canyon as we approached a peak. I was near the rear of the
line when one of the climbers above called down to us that he had pulled
a large boulder loose and he was going to have to drop it, but would try
to hold it long enough for us to prepare ourselves. Given the steep and
narrow nature of the canyon, there was nowhere for us to go to get out of
the path the boulder must follow on it's way down, so all we could do to
prepare ourselves was to make peace with our maker, and hope it missed.

When he dropped the boulder, which was about 4 or 5 feet in diameter, it
carromed off the walls of the canyon on first one side and then the other
as it landed between each of us with each crashing bounce. It was one of
those moments in life that definately gets your attention. It seemed like
it should be a profound, dare I say earthshaking experience :-) So I
pondered what might be the moral of this story and briefly thought
that the moral might be that it is better to lead than to follow, since
the leader will not get any rocks dropped on him. But then I thought
about what it would have been like to have been that man holding the
boulder that must have seemed like the weight of the world. Knowing that
you have to drop it, and that one or more of the people following might
be crushed as a result.

It is like that every time you take on a leadership role. There may not
be any loose boulders in your future, but you must always be aware that
when you are in the lead, the consequences of your actions affect those
who follow you, even when you are faced with decisions that are
unavoidable, like dropping that boulder, you must be prepared to live
with the results. If you have done everything that you can to be prepared
to lead, and you have done your best to do everything that is required of
your leadership position, then you should be able to answer that question
that each Scout must ask and guiltless sleep... even if you have had to
drop the rock.

                        YiS, Susan

Date:         Fri, 24 Nov 1995 10:42:30 -0600
From: Sergio Laurenti <sergio@ASORA.CCI.ORG.AR>
Organization: ASORA - Buenos Aires - Argentina
Subject:      Christmas cracker I

Some years ago, the Founder of Scouting in his Christmas message to
Scouters said "It has been said that youth is fortified by hope and
old age is soothed by content. Youth looks forward with hope, old age
looks round with content, and some day, when I grow old, I am going
to look round with great content. In the meantime you who are not
over eighty-one go on with the work you are doing. There couldn't be
better work and you will be earning your old-age pension of content
when you will be able to look back with satisfaction on having done a
work that was worthwhile. And to the younger ones I say press forward
with hope, mix it with optimism and temper it with the sense of
proportion. Press forward with a faith in the soundness of the
Movement and its future possibilities, and press forward with love
which is the most powerful agent of all. That spirit of love is,
after all, the spirit of God working with you. Remember "Now abideth
Faith, and Hope, and Love - these three. But the greatest of these is
Love." Carry on in that spirit and you cannot fail."

(Taken from Another Canny Crack, Colin McKay)

                                                       Sergio Laurenti
---------------------------------------------- Buenos Aires, Argentina
E-mail: sergio@asora.cci.org.ar       SERGIO_LAURENTI.parti@ecunet.org

Date:         Wed, 6 Dec 1995 17:16:09 -0600
From: Marc Solomon <msolomon@TEK1.TEKNIQ.COM>
Subject:      CSP Patch Challenge #5

Lisa -

Thank you for selecting me the winner of Challenge #5.  Since I did not send
the entry through the list, I am posting it on the list now for everybody to
enjoy. Meanwhile, I will start working on challenge #6 shortly.

----------------------- Winning Entry for Challenge #5 ----------------------

I am the youngest of four;I have two brothers and a sister.  My father was a
founder and an ASM for our troop.  While both of my older brothers were in
the troop, he was very active.  A year after I joined the troop, the
Scoutmaster decided to switch the meeting night from Friday to Monday.  My
father was a travelling salesman who was away from Monday to Friday.  He
soon stopped being an ASM.  Needless to say, I was very upset that my father
did not spend the same amount of time with me that he spent with my older
brothers.

This stopped bothering me slightly before a ten day canoe trip I was taking
down the Delaware River.  My father had had his first heart attack a week
before I was scheduled to leave.  A couple of days after the heart attack,
while I was visiting my father, he sat me down and went over all my
preperations for the canoe trip.  He made sure that I had everything I
needed for the trip.  He went over how to keep my gear dry, what to do if it
got wet anyway, how to secure my gear to the canoe, and so on.

Here was a man who was recovering from the most terrifying medical event in
his life taking the time to make sure that his son had what he needed for an
upcoming Scouting event!  I never realized how much my father loved me until
that day.  I know he knew what this meant to me because 10 years later I
wrote him a letter reminding him of this event and telling him what it meant
to me.

After my father died, my mother found the letter in my father's car.  He
carried that letter with him wherever he went.  Four months after my father
died, I became an Assistant Scoutmaster.  Over the eight years since my
fathers death, I have been active in Scouting as an ASM, a Unit
Commissioner, and a Roundtable Staff Member.  I know that a part of the
reason I work with the Scouts is in rememberance of my father.

YiS,

            +--------------------------+-----------------------+
            | Marc W. Solomon          | Unit Commissioner     |
            | msolomon@tek1.tekniq.com | Sycamore District     |
            | marcsol@aol.com          | Blackhawk Council, IL |
            +--------------------------+-----------------------+
             I use to be a wise old owl . . . Now I am just old

Date:         Wed, 20 Dec 1995 13:31:47 UT
From: Michael Sullivan <MRSullivan@MSN.COM>
Subject:      SM Minute

Ladies & Gentlemen:

I wanted to highlight Scout Spirit in a Court of Honor Scoutmaster's Minute.
I wanted to attempt to influence the scouts' thinking.  I searched the
internet, Woods Wisdom, and other resources.  Below is an outline of my pitch
to the scouts.  Some of the text I have borrowed from a posting on the
Scout-L.  This is my thanks for the posting.  I would enjoy seeing other SM's
Minutes here.

Mike Sullivan, SM Troop 1530, NCAC

WHAT IS SCOUT SPIRIT?
(I attempted to obtain some scout answers here.)

Living by the Scout Oath and Scout Law

HOW DO WE LIVE SCOUT SPIRIT?
(I attempted to obtain some scout answers here.)

By following the Scout Oath and the Scout Law.

Trustworthy     Loyal
Helpful         Friendly
Courteous       Kind
Obedient        Cheerful
Thrifty         Brave
Clean           Reverent

(I do not expound here.)

WHAT DOES SCOUT SPIRIT DO FOR YOU?
(I attempted to obtain some scout answers here.)

Living Scout Spirit makes you an Honorable Man

WHY DO WE WANT TO BE HONORABLE MEN?
(I attempted to obtain some scout answers here.)

Society selects Honorable Men for positions of responsibility and trust.

      Some of the most obvious positions are senior military leaders and
astronauts.

     When you are participating in a battle, or navigating a spacecraft your
fellow man wants to be able to trust that you will ACCURATELY fire the guns,
or the spacecraft engines at EXACTLY the right time.  If you do not, people
may die.

     Private industry also looks for Honorable Men to run their companies.  In
just a very few years, colleges will be looking at your records, asking if you
are honorable men, worthy of joining other honorable men and women in
preparing to  run the country's industries.

SCOUTING TRAINS HONORABLE MEN.  We do it by having fun through camping with
your troop and patrol.  You are learning to support your fellow man when you
work as a team on a campout, when you hold the belaying line in rappelling,
and when you follow your fellow scout through a cave.

When somebody reviews your record, noting a good scouting experience, they
will know that you are an HONORABLE MAN.

So, when the Scoutmasters review your Scout Spirit, reviewing your behavior
for honorable behavior, they will be reviewing things like the following:

Trustworthy - If you are the waterman, do you keep the container full?
              If you are the fireman, do you wander away?
              If you are expected to provide a skit, are you ready?

Loyal         Do you build the other boys up, or tear them down?
              Do you press the "hot buttons" of the scout with a temper,
              or keep others from pressing them?

Helpful       During after meal cleanup do you help out, or leave all
              the work for others?
              Do you help teach the younger scouts when you are asked?

Friendly      Are you pleasant?  Do you welcome the new scouts?

Courteous     Do you treat everyone with dignity?

Cheerful      Do you complain when it is your turn to hose down the
              latrine at summer camp?

Thrifty       When you buy the food for the outing, do you spend your
              money on junk food, or food that will really fill your
              stomachs on a chilly morning?

Brave         Do you have the courage of character to do the right
              thing, even when the fellows around you are urging you
              in the wrong direction?

Clean         Do you keep yourself clean?
              Do you keep your campsite clean?
              Do you keep your language clean?

Reverent      Do you practice what you preach?
              Is your Great Spirit moving your life?

In a 1994 Naval Academy Leadership Forum, GEN Krulak, Commandant of the US
Marine Corps. presented the following poem:

THE EAGLE AND THE WOLF

There is a great battle that rages inside me.
One side is a soaring Eagle.
Everything the Eagle stands for is good and true and beautiful,
And it soars above the clouds.
Even though it dips down into the valleys,
It lays its eggs on the mountains.
The other side of me is the howling Wolf,
And that raging, howling wolf represents the worst that is in me.
He eats upon my downfalls and justifies himself by his presence in the pack.
Who wins this great Battle?
The one I feed.

You Scouts must make a choice of whether or not you wish to be an HONORABLE
MAN.  Which are you going to feed, the Eagle or the Fox?

Date:         Wed, 20 Dec 1995 18:45:43 -0600
From: golden cliff <c60clg1@CORN.CSO.NIU.EDU>
Subject:      Saying Goodbye

This isn't in regards to me saying goodby to the list.  It deals with me
saying goodby to some boys.

Monday night I received a Christmas card and a long letter from one of my
old Scouts, now a pediatrician at Fort Knox, Kentucky.  I always love
hearing from "my boys".  I recieve many such letters this time of year.

Tuesday I read a local weekly newspaper during lunch.  As I cruised the
paper my eyes were brought to the obituaries where I recognized two names.

Max Clark lost a 3 year battle with Ewing's sarcoma bone cancer on
December 13, 1995.  Max was not in my troop, but a cub scout in a local
pack.  They noticed him limping during a Scout pancake breakfast three
years ago, when they took him to the doctor his cancer was diagnosed.  He
was only 10 years old when he died.

Paul A. Heide died at Rush Presbyterian Medical Center in Chicago on
December 11, 1995.  I do not know the cause of his death.  He was 29.
Paul was a Scout in my troop, joining in May 1977.

I ran into Paul a few years ago.  I was leaving a convenience store when
someone called out my name.  I turned to see a young man that looked
familiar.  I knew who he was on the second glance, it was Paul.  We talked
of Scouting, especially a trip to Philmont he had attended with me.  On
that trip we slept under the stars on all but one night.  A New Mexico sky
is still the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, clear, bright, and
filled with stars.  He said that was a very special time in his life.
Paul had made it as far as Life before succumbing to other interests and
leaving Scouting half way through high school.

He told me then how much Scouting had meant to him, how he wished he'd
stayed in the program, how he wished he'd finished Eagle.  He thanked me
for everything I'd done so many years ago.  It was the type of thing that
raises a Scoutmaster's spirits; to hear a past Scout, now grown, say that
the program had made a difference and was important to him.  He said he
didn't appreciate Scouting half as much then as he appreciated it now.  He
said he was beginning to better understand some of the lessons he'd
learned.

I didn't realize it then, but that was our goodbye.  That's the last time
I saw Paul.  It meant a great deal to me.  This afternoon I wrote sympathy
cards to the families of Max and Paul.  On one of the cards was a poem
that I thought was appropriate for a farewell to those who leave us at
such a young age.

We can't know why the lily
has so brief a time to bloom
in the warmth of sunlight's kiss upon its face,

Before it folds it fragrance in
and bids the world good-night
to rest its beauty in a gentler place,

But we can know that nothing
that is loved is ever lost,
and no one who has ever touched a heart
can really pass away,

because some beauty lingers on
in each memory of which they've been a part.

                        Ellen Brenneman

YIS, Cliff Golden

Date:         Tue, 26 Dec 1995 16:15:10 -0500
From: Rob White <rsw@TFS.COM>
Subject:      Candle Power

The following are excerpts from _A Back Pocket Full Of Values_
by Francis E. Stein

CANDLES
by Francis E. Stein

Candle, candle, burning bright,
Just one candle for the night.

You will die before dawn's light,
By giving of yourself for another's sight.

People, people, scurrying through life,
To eternity you are but just one night.

Your dawn is breaking, where went the night,
Where went the light in your life's flight?

To curse the darkness or light a light,
Which is love, which is right?

Time spent kindly serving another's plight,
Will give happiness and purpose to your life.

Many candles burning throught many nights,
Will turn many wrongs into many rights.

Oh what a world, oh what a sight,
All our candles burning with all that might!

    (Dedicated to Mary and to cheerful service to God, country,
     others and self; the roots of friendship, brotherhood, peace,
     and the World Brotherhood of Scouting.)

     "We must view young people not as empty bottles to be filled
      but as candles to be lit"  Robert H. Shaffer

                     FOR THOUGHT AND DISCUSSION

Dear Youth and Friends of Youth,
     There are many values in a burning candle. First, it needs the help
of a friend to start it on its mission to serve others.  Once lit, its
flame burns upward and outward.  Its flickering flame makes dancing shadows
that mesmerize its viewers into a mood for silent reading, story telling,
or imaginary dreaming.  One candle offers little light and heat, but one
candle can light another candle.  The power, sight and feeling of many
burning candles is awesome.

     How many values for living can you find in the poem and the above
paragraph?  Where is your candle? Who is going to light it?  What could your
one candle do?  What can many candles do?  Probe your inner voice.  Listen
and heed, change an ideal into a deed, and light up the world!  Finally, a
candle gives its life for others.  When your candle finally says "good
night," will its light have made a difference in another's "sight."

                                          Love,
                                          Francis

                "The best candle is understanding."
            "A candle lights others and consumes itself."
        "Life is not the wick or the candle - it is the burning."
         "Better to light one candle than curse the darkness."
              "A candle-glow can pierce the darkness."

How many good deed examples can you give that impacted the world?

"This I believe: A hundred years from now it will not matter what my
 bank account was, the sort of house I lived in, or the kind of car
 I drove. But the world may be different because I was important in the
 life of a boy."

                    Help Other People

    Lord Baden-Powell, the founder of scouting, said this to scouts
everywhere: "I often, think, when the sun goes down, the world is hidden by
a big blanket from the light of heaven, but the starts are little holes
pierced in that blanket by those who have done good deeds in this world.
The stars are not all the same size: some are big, some are little, and
some men have done small deeds but they have made their hole in the blanket
by doing good before they go to heaven.  Try to make your hole in the
blanket by good work while you are on earth.  It is something to be good,
but it is far better to do good."  Think of Baden-Powell's words when you
promise "To help other people."

"Deeds are fruits, words are leaves." - English
"Good deeds are the best prayer." - Serbian
"Action is the proper fruit of knowledge." - English
"Better one living word than a hundred dead ones." - German

From _A Back Pocket Full Of Values_ By Francis E. Stein
--

Date:         Fri, 9 Feb 1996 13:34:17 PST
From: Peter Van Houten <peterva@SOLAR.VND.TEK.COM>
Subject:      An 86-Year-Old Tradition

Picked this up at Roundtable last night, felt it was worth sharing.

As well known as Santa Claus and as American as the star-spangled
banner is the Boy Scouts of America, which turned 86 years old,
Thursday, Feb 8, 1996. It seems as though Scouting has always been
around.  Most of us are aware of its outdoor activities and fun-filled
events.  However, there is another side to this values-driven
organization.  Scouting is a Cub Scout learning about wildlife
conservation; a Boy Scout discovering the technical world of computers,
or an Explorer preparing an experiment that will be aboard a future
space shuttle flight.  Scouting has reached people with disabilities
it continues to serve youth in the inner city; it has materials aimed
at the latchkey child, male or femail, in Scouting or out, who must
learn to cope much of the time on his or her own; it also appeals to
teenage girls and youg women who comprise more than 40 percent of
Exploring's membership.  5 Million young people are registered in the
Boy Scouts of America, and as of 1994, the Boy Scouts of America had
more than 92 million alumni.  If they were all alive today, they
would comprise the eleventh largest country in population in the world.

It is good to know that, though times and techniques change, some
things don't -- such as the principles of the BSA.  Its purposes of
reaching young people and guiding them toward good citizenship,
sound character, and strong bodies haven't changed since 1910.

The BSA doesn't operate in a vacuum.  There are unsung community
heroes -- the chartered organization and volunteers -- who play vital
roles in getting programs to our youth.

As the Boy Scouts of America takes time to reflect on its past this
month, let us all take time to salute the more than 1.5 million
volunteer adult leaders who have committed themselves to teach young
Americans a basic set of values to use over thier lifetime.

Thank you fellow leaders -- You do make a difference!

Peter

--------

Fun Facts about scouting:

How many volunteer-hours are given to scouting by it's 1.2 million
registered adult leader each year if each leader spent:

one hour/week          =     62,400,000 hours/year
two hours/wekk         =    124,800,000 hours/year
three hours/week       =    187,200,000 hours/year
four hours/week        =    249,600,000 hours/year
five hours/week        =    312,000,000 hours/year

[Wow!]

Of the 104th Congress, aproximately 50 percent (302) participated
in Scouting . . . 241 as Scouts, 12 as leaders and 49 as both Scouts
and Leaders.

Of the 302 members of the 104th Congress that participated in
Scouting, 23 are Eagles, 6 have been awarded teh Silver Beaver Award,
and 2 have been awarded the Silver Antelope Award.

Of the 214 US Astronauts, 130 were involved in Scouts and 33 were
Eagle Scouts.

Aproximately 36 percent of the West Point Cades were involved in
Scouting as youth and 10 percent are Eagle Scouts.

Aproximately 28 percent of the Air Force Academy Cadets were involved
in Scouting as youth and nearly 10 percent are Eagle Scouts.

All four US Military Academies send cadets to Philmont to serve as
rangers to acquire additional leadership experience.

Through the end of 1994, 1,358,402 young men were awarded the Eagle
Scout Award...achieved by only aproximately 2 percent of Scouts.

Through 1994, the top five merit badges most often earned were:
   First Aid -- 5,124,000
   Swimming  -- 4,643,654
   Cooking   -- 3,603,987
   Camping   -- 3,343,904
   Safety    -- 2,613,439

The merit badges earned through 1994 stacked end-to-end would equal
the height of Mt. Everest (29,141) 391 times.

The merit badges earned through 1994 could cover the floor of the
Astordome over 10 times.

The BSA has awarded 88,966,370 merit badges through the end of 1994.
These badges lined up end-to-end would make a straight line that would
stretch from Chicago to Los Angelos...a line in excess of 2000 miles.

Pinewood Derby cars jointly constructed by Cub Scouts and their
parents since 1954 could ring the track the track of the Indianapolis
Motor Speedway 1,100 times, a distance equal to 5 1/2 complete Indy
races.

Pinewood Derby cars made since 1954 could form a line stretching
from LA to NYC and back, a total of more than 5,500 miles.

Philmont Scout Ranch had over 24,000 participants during 1994 who
hiked approximately 1,391,900 miles.

Date:         Tue, 9 Jan 1996 23:54:32 -0800
From: Alan Houser <troop24@EMF.NET>
Subject:      Scoutmaster's Minute

Found this story this evening & thought it might work as a Scoutmaster's
minute:

There is an old story of the missionary Sadhu Sundar Singh.  He was
traveling through the Himalayas with a Monk in the bitter cold.  Night
was coming and the Monk said, "If we don't reach the monastery by nightfall,
we are in danger of freezing to death."  Just as they reached a narrow path,
they heard the cries of a man who had fallen over the edge.  The Monk said,
"Do not stop.  God has brought him to his fate.  He must work it out himself."

Sadhu replied, "God sent me here to help my brother.  I cannot abandon him."
The Monk went on and Sadhu climbed down a steep path.  When he found the
man, he saw that his leg was broken and he could not walk.  Sadhu made a
sling from his blanket and tied the man to his back.  He then began a body
torturing climb.  He made his way through the deepening snow.  It was dark
and it was all he could do to follow the path.  He perserved, and faint
with exhaustion, he finally saw the lights of the Monastery.  As he moved
toward the light, he stumbled for the first time and nearly fell.  He did
not stumble from exhaustion, but over an object.  As he brushed the snow
off the object, he looked down and saw that it was the body of the Monk.

Years later when a student asked him, "What is life's most difficult task?"
he replied, "To have no burden to carry."

===
Alan R. Houser ** Scoutmaster, Berkeley Troop 24 ** troop24@emf.net
      ** WWW page **  http://www.emf.net/~troop24/t24.html **

Date: Thu, 25 Jan 1996 10:09:40 -0500
To: mfbowman@capaccess.org
Subject: Re: Opening

Michael:

Sorry my attachment didn't attach. Here is the poem in e-mail:

"PRETTY GOOD IS, IN FACT, PRETTY BAD"

  There once was a pretty good student,
  Who sat in a pretty good
class.
  And was taught by a pretty
good teacher,
  Who always let pretty good
pass.
 
 He wasn't terrific at reading.
  He wasn't a whiz-bang at
math. 
  But for him education was
leading
  Straight down a pretty good path.
 
 He didn't find school too
exciting,
  But he wanted to do pretty
well,
  And he did have some trouble with writing,
  And nobody had taught him 
to spell.

  When doing arithmetic
problems,
  Pretty good was regarded as 
fine.
  Five plus five needn't always
add up to be ten,
  A pretty good answer was
nine.

  The Pretty good class that he 
sat in
  Was part of a pretty good 
school.
  And the student was not an
exception,
  On the contrary, he was the
rule.

The pretty good school that
he went to
  Was there in a pretty good
town.
  And nobody there seemed to 
notice
  He could not tell a verb from 
a noun. 

 The pretty good student in
fact was
  Part of a pretty good mob.
  And the first time he knew
what he lacked was
  When he looked for a pretty
good job.
  
It was then, when he sought a
position,
  He discovered that life could
be tough.
  And he soon had a sneaky
suspicion
  Pretty good might not be 
good enough.

  The pretty good town in our
story
  Was part of a pretty good
state,
  Which had pretty good
aspirations,
  And prayed for a pretty good 
fate.

  There once was a pretty good
nation,
  Pretty proud of the greatness
it had,
  Which learned much to late,
  If you want to be great,
  Pretty good is, in fact, pretty
  bad.

  -- The Osgood File               
copyright 1986, CBS, Inc.

.....On Our Honor, Let's Do Our Best!
..............................................................................
..............................
Experience is a wonderful thing.  It lets you recognize 
a mistake when you make it again.     Carpe Diem!
Whit Smith,  ASM T-18,  Atlanta (Emory) GA
I use to be an Owl, ... but I'll always be an Eagle
DeKalb District, Atlanta Area Council BSA  <smith30030@aol.com>
..............................................................................
..............................

Date:         Mon, 5 Feb 1996 14:43:20 -0500
From: Jess Olonoff <jolonoff@GATE.NET>
Subject:      A Scoutmaster's Minute?

To all,

I came upon this today and thought it might make a very good
Scoutmaster's Minute.  It might make a good crossover ceremony as well.

Lessons for Life From Geese

As each bird flaps its wings, it creates an uplift for the bird
following.  By flying in a V formation, the whole flock adds a 71%
longer flying range than if each bird flew alone.

Lesson: People who share a common direction and sense of community can
go where they are going quicker and easier when they travel on the thrust
of one another.

Whenever a goose falls out of formation, it suddenly feels the drag and
resistatance of trying to fly alone and quickly gets back into formation
to take advantage of the lifting power of the bird immediatly in front.

Lesson: If we have as much sense as a goose, we will stay in formation
with those who are headed where we want too go.

When the lead goose tires, it rotates back into the formation and another
goose takes over at the point position.

Lesson: It pays to take turns doing the hard tasks and sharing leadership
because people, like geese, are interdependent upon each other.

The geese in formation honk from behind to encourage those up front to
keep up their speed.

Lesson: We need to make sure our honking from behind is encouraging--not
something less helpful.

When a goose gets sick or wounded or shot down, two geese drop out of
formation and follow him down to help and protect him.  They stay with
him until he is either able to fly again or dies.  They they launch out
on their own, either with another formation or to catch up with the
original flock.

Lesson: If we have as much sense as geese, we'll stand by each other like
they do.

Regards, Jess

    Jess Olonoff, CM Pack-206      |     Eagle - 1970, T-10 Tulsa, Okla.
Riverglades Elem. - Parkland, Fla. |   Ta-Tsu-Hwa - Ordeal '69, Brthrhd '70
Lighthouse Dstrct - S. Fl. Council | Scout in NYC-Brooklyn 61-66, Tulsa 66-71
       jolonoff@gate.net           |  Scouter Boca Raton 73-74, Parkland 94-
  http://www.gate.net/~jolonoff    |         O-Shot-Caw - Lodge 265

Date:         Wed, 31 Jan 1996 18:51:11 -0600
From: golden cliff <c60clg1@corn.cso.niu.edu>
Subject:      Re: Native American (understanding)

WARNING. WARNING. THIS IS A LONG POST.  OK, you've been warned.

Ted Burton told a great story in his post on Native American Regalia.  I
also have a story concerning understanding.  This is a true story.

My troop was backpacking in Mexico.  We were in one of the most remote
areas of Mexico, the Copper Canyon region.  Specifically, we were
backpacking the Batopilas canyon, which is 1,000 feet deeper than the
Grand Canyon of Arizona.

It was the night before Easter 1988.  We were in the village of Batopilas,
Mexico enjoying their great fiesta.  As we returned to our campsite
downriver from the village, we saw the flickering light of fire.  We ran
to our campsite to see what was wrong.  What we found was a Tarahumara
indian sitting in the center of our campsite tending to a small fire he'd
built.

In the firelight we saw the young man; with black hair, dark eyes, red
blouse, white loin cloth, dark brown skin, muscular legs, and sandals.  He
held a large machete that was driven into the sand.  He looked up at us
with eyes filled with caution and suspicion.  We looked at him with
similar eyes.  We tried to communicate to him in english and spanish.  He
did not respond. A discussion arose among our group concerning our
mysterious stranger.  Why was he here and all alone?  Was he a renegade?,
...driven out by his tribe?, ...a fugitive? ...criminal?  What did he
want?  Why does he hold a weapon?  All types of sinister reasons for his
presence were discussed.  I finally sent part of our group to the village to
bring back the sheriff, someone to take this dangerous intruder away.

After a time they returned to our campsite.  They hadn't found a sheriff,
but found a missionary instead.  He was accompanied by an englishman whom
we had met earlier in Batopilas.  The missionary sat down next to the
indian and in a quiet patient voice spoke in an exotic language I had
never before heard, the language of the Tarahumara.

After awhile the indian let go of his machete and started to laugh.  The
missionary had told him all of our suspicions.  The missionary then told
us that it was the custom of the Tarahumara to recieve hospitality at the
camps of others as they journeyed on a religious pilgrimage.  The indian's
name was Meteu.  Yes, it was Meteu.  Meteu was on such a journey.

We suddenly felt very ashamed.  We offered Meteu food, drink, and
welcome.  With the missionary as our interpreter, we introduced ourselves
and exchanged a pleasant conversation.  Meteu spoke in a soft voice and
seemed very kind and gentle in manner.  He was 19 years old and was
journeying to a place where he could speak directly into the ear of God.

After the missionary and englishman left, some of my boys went to bed, a
few of us stayed at the campfire with our new friend Meteu.  I drew
cartoons of animals in my notebook and spoke their names.  Meteu
responded by saying the animal's name in Tarahumara.  He was amused by
this game.  Much of the night we played this game or just sat quietly
staring into the fire and listening to the sounds of the canyon.

We offered Meteu a place to lay in our tent, but he declined.  We retired
to the tent with the door open toward the fire and Meteu.  In the
early hours of the morning, still in blackness, Meteu kicked out the fire
and walked to our tent.  He said something in Tarahumara and extended his
hand to each of us, then walked off into the darkness.

The next day was Easter.  We hiked down the canyon to a village called
Satevo.  Located there is the "Lost Mission of Satevo", a large beautiful
baroque church presumably built by the Spaniards in the 1750's.  It was
unknown to the outside world until a backpacker/explorer named Richard D.
Fisher of Tucson, Arizona photographed it in 1984.

There is a legend of the Tarahumara indians of northwest Mexico that deep
within a remote canyon, a piece of heaven was placed on earth so that the
Tarahumara people could speak directly into the ear of God.  It is
believed the source of that legend is the place known today as the "Lost
Mission of Satevo".  Hiking to that ancient church was the greatest Easter
experience I have ever known, an experience that I believe was shared
ealier that same day by Meteu.  He would have arrived as the first rays of
morning light struck the great dome and bell tower.

When we first met Meteu the previous night, our meeting had been
filled with fear and suspicion.  After the missionary gave us the gift of
understanding, those negative feelings were replaced with newfound
friendship.  After the missionary left, friendship and goodwill became the
basis of our understanding.  Putting away your fear and extending your
hand in friendship is always the key to understanding others.  That was the
lesson we all learned that night.

The "Lost Mission of Satevo" has stood for centuries as a symbol of the
faith of those that built it, and those that continue to seek it.  We
shared a similar journey with Meteu through our experience that Easter.
Even though we spoke different languages, held different beliefs, and were
members of different cultures, we found much in common through our brief
friendship.  Those commonalities transcended culture, language, and beliefs;
they resided in our common humanity.

Our boys learned a very valuable lesson about understanding others on that
night in April 1988, the night we met a young man named Meteu.

YIS, Cliff Golden  cgolden@niu.edu      First Lutheran Church; DeKalb, IL
     Scoutmaster Troop 33               Three Fires Council, Illinois

Cliff,

Your posting arrived on my birthday, but unfortunately, I was under the 
weather with a nasty bit of a cold that kept me from the keyboard.  Now 
here's where things get a little strange.  In my fever I kept dreaming 
that I had to find a computer file to get an answer to a question, 
which didn't make a lot of sense, but it had to with a question in Scouting.
Then I remember just briefly recalling my vigil before the fire some 25 
years ago.  Didn't particularly make any sense, but sometimes things like 
that don't.  Anyway, during that vigil I remember imaginining a young 
Indian man of my own age then (18) sitting across the fire and wondering 
how such an Indian would have felt in keeping a vigil, waiting for a 
spirit sign or dream perhaps.  Wondering how he would feel about us, 
those of us in Scouting?  In my imagining the young man's face was 
painted in the contrasting paints of meteu, probably because I most often 
took the part of meteu in lodge events.  I had almost forgotten this part 
of my vigil until the fever hit.  Well once I got back online and 
started  looking around, it didn't take long to read your posting. 
I have to tell you I got a bit of a chill and delight.  You see, in a way 
the story you have related is the answer to those musings of 25 years 
ago - the funny part being how I was made prepared to be aware.  

To be certain, I will keep your story on file for future use as a 
Scouter's minute for a campfire and somehow I already have this feeling 
that there will be a right time.  :-)

Speaking Only for Myself in the Scouting Spirit, Michael F. Bowman
a/k/a Professor Beaver (WB), ASTA #2566, OA Vigil Honor '71, Eagle
Scout '67, Serving as Deputy District Commissioner for Training,
G.W.Dist., Nat. Capital Area Council, BSA - mfbowman@capaccess.org
Michael,

Happy 43rd Birthday.  I'll be celebrating 42 in two months.  I did my 
vigil in 1977 at age 23.

Until I read your post, it never occured to me what is so obvious now.  
We prepared a place for Meteu to sleep and offered it to him, he 
declined.  I thought at the time we had not entirely earned his trust, 
but now I realize he had to stay awake, to keep vigil by the fire, 
preparing himself.

If Satevo is the source of the legend, which I believe it is, then it is a
very sacred place among the Tarahumara.  It is common for indians to
journey 100 miles on foot to go there.  I've often wondered what could
have been so very important to bring him there on the holiest of days,
Easter, at the most sacred time of the day, dawn.  Yes the Tarahumara
celebrate Easter, it is a remnant left from the Spanish, the Tarahumara
call it Semana Santa. 

Another strange thing also occured that night.  I spoke of an englishman 
that accompanied the missionary from Batopilas.  He and the missionary 
were strangers.  Our boys sought out the englishman because we had met 
him earlier that night.  He had been in Batopilas for a period of time.  
He knew who to ask to find a translator, turning out to be the missionary.  
They both came to our campsite after hearing of our mysterious visitor.

I was not wearing a uniform, none of us were.  In this part of Mexico 
they don't know what Scouting is.  It would have frightened them to see 
uniforms with american flags.  But I was wearing my Scout belt.

The englishman spotted the BSA buckle, and asked if I had been a Scout.  
He laughed when I explained that I was a Scoutmaster and we were a group 
of Scouts.  The boys were all aged 16-20.  As it turned out he was 
currently on vacation, but would soon be returning to his troop back in 
England, where he was a Scoutmaster.  He was also wearing a Scout belt.

The missionary also started to smile, pointing to his buckle emblazoned
with a Fleur de Lis.  He had grown up in Guadalajara, and had been a
Scoutmaster before he left to become a missionary.  We were standing in
the bottom of this 6,000 foot canyon in the middle of nowhere.  We were
three strangers from three different countries, three Scoutmasters,
brought together that night by an indian named Meteu.  I don't think they
understood the significance of that name, but it struck me as being very
ironic. 

I thought about telling that story a few months ago when there was a
thread on incidents about Scout uniforms.  I decided it was too
complicated to explain. (so I told about the time I received a ticket from
a Kansas trooper while a fellow Scouter in uniform got off)

We had several other strange experiences on that trip, but the image of 
Meteu has haunted my memory.  I often think of him.

YIS, Cliff Golden

Date:         Tue, 20 Feb 1996 20:07:17 -0600
From: Lew Orans <lporans@ONRAMP.NET>
Subject:      Re: New JLTC Staff Guide

Charlie:
Since I am in the know on this one, and I know that there is a fair amount
of interest in the subject, here are some notes on what to expect.

The changes really are not fundamental.  The essence or core of the
conference remains unchanged.  The direction set in 1992/3 is the same.  You
should be able to proceed with staff development based on the 1992/3
printing.  The following is a brief summary of the changes which should be
helpful as your staff prepares for the Conference.

--Added a detailed Table of Contents and Alphabetical Index (yes, now you
can actually find something without having to leaf through the Staff Guide
page-by-page). (Please note:  These are based on the materials previously
distributed to NJLIC participants at Philmont in 1993-1995).

--Re-emphasized the importance of the staff organization including
scoutcraft instructors for as many patrols as you have.  These additions to
the traditional staff spread the work, free up the Patrol Counselors to be
counselors and guides, enhance the quality of Scoutcraft work at the course,
and help to get the job done, done right, done on time, with everybody
pleased with the outcome, participating and ready for the next challenge.
(This one should cause some real grousing--but where we have tried it out,
in real courses, it works!).

--Added a discussion of "JLTC is a special place" to the staff development
process. (You will find this material covered in the new printing of the
Wood Badge Staff Guide and also in the supplemental training piece
"Continuing Education for Scout Leaders" which included it in the
presentation on Ethics-in-Action).  This discussion can really help set the
tone for the course by focusing the staff on the environment they will
create in which learning can take place.

--Added suggested questions for reflections on: Forming the Group,
Counseling, Planning, Representing the Group, and Sharing Leadership.

--Complete revision of Effective Teaching (including reflection questions).
The new version ties together some of the learning from other skills.  It
also brings the subject and its importance into clearer focus.

--Major revisions to Setting the Example.  Adding a discussion with the
troop of "Scouting as a special place."  A set of reflection questions has
been added with a direct link to personal conferences goals.

--Revisions, additions and reflection questions for Controlling Group
Performance.  Again the aim was to clarify the skill for participants.

There were some other minor edits, corrections of typos, etc.

Many of the changes parallel changes made to the 1995 printing of the Wood
Badge Staff Guide and include and reinforce the materials in the Scoutmaster
Junior Leader Training Kit, chapters 7 and 10 of the Scoutmaster Handbook,
Scoutmastership Fundamentals, Wood Badge and Train-the-Trainer.

Please let me know if you have any questions.  I will do my best to help in
whatever way I can.

Be Prepared!
Yours in Scouting,
Lew Orans
Houston, Texas

Date:         Tue, 26 Dec 1995 16:15:10 -0500
From: Rob White <rsw@TFS.COM>
Subject:      Candle Power

The following are excerpts from _A Back Pocket Full Of Values_
by Francis E. Stein

CANDLES
by Francis E. Stein

Candle, candle, burning bright,
Just one candle for the night.

You will die before dawn's light,
By giving of yourself for another's sight.

People, people, scurrying through life,
To eternity you are but just one night.

Your dawn is breaking, where went the night,
Where went the light in your life's flight?

To curse the darkness or light a light,
Which is love, which is right?

Time spent kindly serving another's plight,
Will give happiness and purpose to your life.

Many candles burning throught many nights,
Will turn many wrongs into many rights.

Oh what a world, oh what a sight,
All our candles burning with all that might!

    (Dedicated to Mary and to cheerful service to God, country,
     others and self; the roots of friendship, brotherhood, peace,
     and the World Brotherhood of Scouting.)

     "We must view young people not as empty bottles to be filled
      but as candles to be lit"  Robert H. Shaffer

                     FOR THOUGHT AND DISCUSSION

Dear Youth and Friends of Youth,
     There are many values in a burning candle. First, it needs the help
of a friend to start it on its mission to serve others.  Once lit, its
flame burns upward and outward.  Its flickering flame makes dancing shadows
that mesmerize its viewers into a mood for silent reading, story telling,
or imaginary dreaming.  One candle offers little light and heat, but one
candle can light another candle.  The power, sight and feeling of many
burning candles is awesome.

     How many values for living can you find in the poem and the above
paragraph?  Where is your candle? Who is going to light it?  What could your
one candle do?  What can many candles do?  Probe your inner voice.  Listen
and heed, change an ideal into a deed, and light up the world!  Finally, a
candle gives its life for others.  When your candle finally says "good
night," will its light have made a difference in another's "sight."

                                          Love,
                                          Francis

                "The best candle is understanding."
            "A candle lights others and consumes itself."
        "Life is not the wick or the candle - it is the burning."
         "Better to light one candle than curse the darkness."
              "A candle-glow can pierce the darkness."

How many good deed examples can you give that impacted the world?

"This I believe: A hundred years from now it will not matter what my
 bank account was, the sort of house I lived in, or the kind of car
 I drove. But the world may be different because I was important in the
 life of a boy."

                    Help Other People

    Lord Baden-Powell, the founder of scouting, said this to scouts
everywhere: "I often, think, when the sun goes down, the world is hidden by
a big blanket from the light of heaven, but the starts are little holes
pierced in that blanket by those who have done good deeds in this world.
The stars are not all the same size: some are big, some are little, and
some men have done small deeds but they have made their hole in the blanket
by doing good before they go to heaven.  Try to make your hole in the
blanket by good work while you are on earth.  It is something to be good,
but it is far better to do good."  Think of Baden-Powell's words when you
promise "To help other people."

"Deeds are fruits, words are leaves." - English
"Good deeds are the best prayer." - Serbian
"Action is the proper fruit of knowledge." - English
"Better one living word than a hundred dead ones." - German

From _A Back Pocket Full Of Values_ By Francis E. Stein
--
Rob White                            rsw@tfs.COM

Date:         Tue, 9 Jan 1996 23:54:32 -0800
From: Alan Houser <troop24@EMF.NET>
Subject:      Scoutmaster's Minute

Found this story this evening & thought it might work as a Scoutmaster's
minute:

There is an old story of the missionary Sadhu Sundar Singh.  He was
traveling through the Himalayas with a Monk in the bitter cold.  Night
was coming and the Monk said, "If we don't reach the monastery by nightfall,
we are in danger of freezing to death."  Just as they reached a narrow path,
they heard the cries of a man who had fallen over the edge.  The Monk said,
"Do not stop.  God has brought him to his fate.  He must work it out himself."

Sadhu replied, "God sent me here to help my brother.  I cannot abandon him."
The Monk went on and Sadhu climbed down a steep path.  When he found the
man, he saw that his leg was broken and he could not walk.  Sadhu made a
sling from his blanket and tied the man to his back.  He then began a body
torturing climb.  He made his way through the deepening snow.  It was dark
and it was all he could do to follow the path.  He perserved, and faint
with exhaustion, he finally saw the lights of the Monastery.  As he moved
toward the light, he stumbled for the first time and nearly fell.  He did
not stumble from exhaustion, but over an object.  As he brushed the snow
off the object, he looked down and saw that it was the body of the Monk.

Years later when a student asked him, "What is life's most difficult task?"
he replied, "To have no burden to carry."

===
Alan R. Houser ** Scoutmaster, Berkeley Troop 24 ** troop24@emf.net
      ** WWW page **  http://www.emf.net/~troop24/t24.html **

Date: Thu, 25 Jan 1996 10:09:40 -0500
To: mfbowman@capaccess.org
Subject: Re: Opening

Michael:

Sorry my attachment didn't attach. Here is the poem in e-mail:

"PRETTY GOOD IS, IN FACT, PRETTY BAD"

  There once was a pretty good student,
  Who sat in a pretty good class.
  And was taught by a pretty good teacher,
  Who always let pretty good pass.
 
 He wasn't terrific at reading.
  He wasn't a whiz-bang at math. 
  But for him education was leading
  Straight down a pretty good path.
 
 He didn't find school too exciting,
  But he wanted to do pretty well,
  And he did have some trouble with writing,
  And nobody had taught him to spell.

  When doing arithmetic problems,
  Pretty good was regarded as fine.
  Five plus five needn't always add up to be ten,
  A pretty good answer was nine.

  The Pretty good class that he sat in
  Was part of a pretty good school.
  And the student was not an exception,
  On the contrary, he was the rule.

The pretty good school that he went to
  Was there in a pretty good town.
  And nobody there seemed to notice
  He could not tell a verb from a noun. 

 The pretty good student in fact was
  Part of a pretty good mob.
  And the first time he knew what he lacked was
  When he looked for a pretty good job.
  
It was then, when he sought a position,
  He discovered that life could be tough.
  And he soon had a sneaky suspicion
  Pretty good might not be good enough.

  The pretty good town in our story
  Was part of a pretty good state,
  Which had pretty good aspirations,
  And prayed for a pretty good fate.

  There once was a pretty good nation,
  Pretty proud of the greatness it had,
  Which learned much to late,
  If you want to be great,
  Pretty good is, in fact, pretty  bad.

  -- The Osgood File               
copyright 1986, CBS, Inc.

.....On Our Honor, Let's Do Our Best!
Experience is a wonderful thing.  It lets you recognize 
a mistake when you make it again.     Carpe Diem!
Whit Smith,  ASM T-18,  Atlanta (Emory) GA
I use to be an Owl, ... but I'll always be an Eagle
DeKalb District, Atlanta Area Council BSA  <smith30030@aol.com>

Date:         Mon, 6 May 1996 17:23:40 -0500
From: John Philip Gilbreath <jphil@TENET.EDU>
Subject:      Good Story

I have found many Scoutmaster Minutes, Songs, Stories, and all kinds of great ideas to use. Here is a talk that I give my staff at camp, the campers, students, Eagle CoH,and anywhere an inspirational talk is needed.

The Eagle and the Prarie Chickens

The Indian brave was walking by the cliffs when he stumbled across an eagle egg.  He picked it up, turned his gaze upward, shook his head, and knew that he could not climb the cliff to return the egg to its nest. He searched until he found the nest of a prairie chicken and placed the egg in with the prairie chicken eggs.  T he eagle hatched and stayed on the ground with the prairie chickens scratching in  the dirt for bugs and worms and seeds and never flying more than ten or fifteen feet, not knowing within its heart it had to ability to soar the skies.

One day a mighty eagle was soaring the skies when the little eagle looked up and exclaimed, "Wow, what kind of bird is that!" The prairie chickens hollered out, Shut up! That’s the mighty eagle. You'll never be able to soar like that.  Keep scratching in the dirt for bugs and worms and seeds."

So the little eagle spent its life only flying a few feet from place to place on the ground as it scratched in the dirt for bugs and worms and seed with the rest of the prairie chickens. Finally, it died, not knowing that within it it had the ability to soar like the eagle, but lived its life listening to the prairie chickens around it, and all it did was scratch in the dirt for bugs and worms and seed.

(From here modify to fit your audience. 

How many times to we listen to the prairie chickens in our lives when within us we have the ability to soar with the eagles. We would like to be challenged and so ar, but the prairie chickens say, "You can't soar. Be happy to scratch in the dir t for bugs and worms and seeds." They say you're dumb, you're stupid, you can’t do that. We listen, turn our heads and thoughts back to the ground and scratch in the dirt for bugs and worms and seeds. 

Meanwhile back at the eagles' nest what has going on there. The eagles built the nest out of sticks that are not at all comfortable to lay on, so to make it a sof t and a suitable place to raise their young the eagles pull the soft downy feathers from  their breasts and line the nest with these so that the little eaglets will have a nice soft warm place to grow up.  Time has passed. the eaglets are now teenager s. They are kicked back watching MTV and hitting the icebox and cabinet for drinks and chips. 

Deuteronomy 32:11 says, "Like an eagle that stirs up its nest that flutters over its young,spreading out its wings,catching them, bearing them on its pinions..."  Mom comes in and starts pulling out the soft downy feathers, tossing them to the wind. All of a sudden it is not such a soft place any more. The little ones are squirming and hollering, "Ouch!"
The mother eagle then stirreth her nest, which is  to say she kicks the little darlings out of the nest. They are now on the edge o f the cliff by the nest. They look waaaaaaaaaay down! Momma eagle walks behind on e of them and gives him a kick. Off he goes falling,
falling, screaming, "Awaaaaa aaaaakkkk!" flapping and a flopping, falling  hundreds of feet. The ground is rus hing up , and it looks like the little one will be splattered on the rocks below.  When right at the last moment the mother eagle swoops down, clasp the
little eag let in her great talons, and returns the little one to the cliff. With huge eyes and its heart pounding the little eagle looks up at its mom, and screams, "Don't ever do that again!!!!  But guess what!  Mother eagle knows that if the little ones are going to soar then they need to be pushed and challenged. Sure enough. She gives him another push, and another, and another until at last the eaglets begin to soar with great exube rance. 

(Again change to fit your audience.)

We asScouters need to be pushed and challenge so that we can do the same for our scouts. We must be careful not to be scratching in the dirt for bugs and worms and seeds, nor should we let our scouts scratch in the dirt for bugs and worms and seeds with they have within them the potential to soar. 
 
I got the idea for this from John Hagee, pastor of the Cornerstone Church in San Antonio. I have expanded it, and thrown in a few thoughts. 

Use and enjoy.

J. Phil

J. Phil Gilbreath
Math
John R. Lowrance Middle School
117 North Fourth Street
Jacksboro, TX  76458
jphil@tenet.edu

Date:         Sat, 8 Jun 1996 21:34:32 -0700
From: Alan Houser <troop24@EMF.NET>
Subject:      Scoutmaster's Minute

Here is a story I recently adapted into a Scoutmaster's minute that
was well received by my Scouts.

Alan R. Houser ** Scoutmaster, Berkeley Troop 24 ** troop24@emf.net
      ** WWW page **  http://www.emf.net/~troop24/t24.html **

== * == * == * == * == * == * == * == * == * == * == * == * == * ==

Once there was a man who said some things about a friend that were
neither true nor complimentary.  Afterwards, he felt ashamed and
went to his friend and apologized.  Still, as he walked around town,
he could hear the false words being repeated.  Troubled by this,
he went to the wisest man in the community.

"How can I undo this terrible wrong that I did", he asked the wise
man.  The wise man thought for a moment and said, "Bring me a
feather pillow."  The man did so and quickly returned. "Now go to
the hilltop outside of town, slit open the pillowcase, and shake
it until all of the feathers are gone."  Again, the man quickly
did as he was instructed.  When he returned to the wise man, the
wise man said, "Now go and pick up every single feather and place
them all back into the pillowcase."  The man replied, "But that's
impossible.  There is no way that I can find all those feathers
and put them back."  "Indeed," answered the wise man, "and there is
no way to gather back the words that you cast into the air either."

And so it is.  Once we speak, we can never gather the words back
into the pillowcase.  So it is important to think about what we are
going to say before we cast our words into the wind.

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I have a strong oppinion about the flag and courtesy to it.  24 years of
being one who defends it and our freedon, in the Army and 18 years before
that being raised by a man who had spent 26 years of his life in the Navy
have ingrained that oppinion.

I want to share something with you all.  It is by an unknown author

Somewhere a bugle softly sounds
The message of renown,
And men inside their buildings wait
Unitl the flag comes down

And others run to get their cars,
Quite harrowed or dismayed,
Afraid they will not reach the gate
Before retreat is played-
Not thinking of the flag or the men
Who fought to keep it flying

How many would be glad to stand,
Whose bodies are now mute,
Or have no hand they might raise
And stand in proud salute

so accept it not as duty
But a privelege even more
and receive it as an honor
Insted of just a chore

Now, this was written for and about folks in the military but, there is a
message for Scouts and Scouters alike.

Hal Dudley
Killeen, Texas

Date:         Wed, 10 Jul 1996 18:50:23 -0400
From: Dave Rogers <DA6ver6@AOL.COM>
Subject:      Re: Philmont drought
To: Multiple recipients of list SCOUTS-L <SCOUTS-L@TCUBVM.IS.TCU.EDU>

1. Signe, you're right it was Trek No. 11.

2. I surely don't have time, but gotta do this sometime, so here goes, a
semi-review of my trip, complete with highs and lows:

We didn't make any itinerary changes, altho fate and Philmont had a couple in
store for us. Our crew couldn't do black powder because of burn ban, our much
anticipated Fourth of July fireworks watching from the Tooth fizzled because
of N.M. fireworks ban and we had to miss rock-climbing at Miners Park after
conservation project at Stonewall Pass made trip in rain and mud from Uracca
to Miners Park last 10 hours or so.

Also, after hiking 12 miles from Sawmill through Ute Gulch Commissary to
arrive at Harlan at 2 p.m., they told us they were understaffed and we
couldn't do shotgun shooting program (we were the fourth crew in that day;
nevermind that we hiked 12 miles or that we booked our trek in April). It was
even more thrilling since the next day we had to hike back on same trail
along Deer Lake Mesa all the way to Ute Gulch to turn for Clark's Fork.

The final unpleasantry for us included our troop's traditional Philmont
"goodie package" we were supposed to pick up at Phillips Junction Commissary
only to have some front office guy cancel our delivery.

But at least we didn't have happen to us what happened to the other crew from
our troop. They had an adviser who was at first blackflagged on his check-in
physical (hi bloodpressure plus he's 250 or so). Turns out the b/p cuff was
too small, giving readings too high, and fellow persuaded staff to send him
out for 2 days on a trial basis. He did wonderful up and down Uracca,
returned to base with Rangers and passed second b/p with flying colors. He
rejoined trek and was fine until day 8 when he complained of chest pain as he
departed Clear Creek for Mt. Phillips. Another crew adviser, who's an MD,
tried to get Clear Creek guys to radio base that he thought the guy was
having a heart attack. It took many minutes to get guys to make radio call
and at first, base camp guys didn't understand severity. They suggested he
lighten his pack and go on. After three hours, they ambulanced him off the
mountain and he spent the night in the health center, where it turned out, he
did not have a heart attack. He missed the rest of the trek, but met us all
at the bottom and returned home with us for a checkup. Everyone concerned was
lucky.

NOW, I CONSIDER MYSELF DARN LUCKY TO HAVE GONE TO PHILMONT... All the above
whining was just that. It was one of the greatest experiences of my life. On
first look, after hiking up and down Uracca, I knew I was going to die before
finishing, that I'd never reach my 41st birthday on Day 7 of trek. By Day 5,
I was convinced I could handle anything, which was good since I spent my
birthday shivering with my son in rain jackets and boots that turned out not
to be waterproof as we huffed and puffed up Mt. Phillips. We couldn't see
anything but clouds from the top, but the sun came out on Comanche Peak and
the views from there and the rest of the trek were among the most
God-affirming experiences I've ever had; perhaps only the births of my two
children can compare. In a chapel service after it was over, a fresh-looking
Scout asked me, "How was it?" I told him, "It was harder than anything I
could ever imagine and better than anything I've ever done." He turned to
show me the arrowhead patch hanging from his right pocket flap and said, "I
know."

My trip to Philmont left me with the feeling that anything is possible, the
sense that I can do anything I set my mind on ... and now, I guess I better
get to doing it.

YIS,
Dave Rogers
ASM, Troop 85, Beaumont, TX

Date:         Mon, 22 Jul 1996 16:22:55 -0400
From: Ed Faynor <EDFAYNOR@AOL.COM>
Subject:      Re: Flags & patriotism

In a message dated 96-07-11 Ed Darrell wrote:

>Acknowledging discussion before, I address the issue of how to instill pride
>and reverence for the U.S. flag.
>
>The answer is simple and difficult:  Model the way.  Do it yourself:

To add to your response, I would like to share a way that our Troop tries
to instill a sense of respect and appreciation for our Flag and the Nation
and People that it represents.
It has become a tradition that on one night during Summer Camp the
entire Troop assembles in full Class "A"s and we proceed through a
program of Flag History and Meaning, short readings with a Patriotic
 theme and which culminates in the burning of several hundred American
Flags which have been accumulated by our local VFW over the last year.
We have been granted the privilege of providing an appropriate retirement
ceremony for the many Flags which have been locally flown over the
graves of all the men and women who served our Nation in the military
since the American Revolution and which have flown over the businesses
and Public buildings in our area.
Picture a Scout encampment  with a blazing fire on an island in the middle of
an Appalachian Mountain  lake. Backdrop to the fire is a huge American Flag.
Fifteen Scouts and Seven Adult Leaders ( three former Scoutmasters and the
current Scoutmaster participating), full Class "A" uniforms. As the large
Flag is
lowered, Retreat is sounded by a lone bugle and echo s across the lake. The
Flag is placed into the fire by the Color Guard. Each Scout in turn receives
several Flags and adds them to the fire with a moment of silent contemplation
or a brief statement. Each Leader shares a thought as they also add  Flags
to the ever growing blaze. The Flags that have flown over the graves give off

an eerie green flame. The last Leader adds three handfuls of Flags and
names three fallen comrades, one of which was his Naval Academy roommate.
Breathing evenly becomes very difficult.The mountains return the sounds of
Taps
and the Scouts retire to their bedrolls in self induced silence.

Ed Faynor
ASM  Troop 61 Southbury,  CT
Acting  Scoutmaster  Summer Camp
Cedarlands Scout Reservation

EDFAYNOR@AOL.COM

Date:         Thu, 8 Aug 1996 16:25:30 -0500
From: Terry Slade <TMSLADE@IPGATE.ACTX.EDU>
Subject:      CSP challenge story

CSP challenge story
    Each Christmas Pack meeting, our pack passes out the boys Pine
wood derby cars and the prizes earned through the units popcorn
sales. Our pack supplements the Councils prizes with pack prizes of
our own to sweeten the sales a bit.
    One of our cubs has a muscular disease and needs the help of a
walker to get around. He must try even harder than everybody else as
he wants to be treated as an equal in every way. Of the 80 boys that
sold popcorn in the pack, he was number 7 in sales with over 600
dollars in sold popcorn.
    He earned all the prizes from Weaver and the Council and the pack
gave him a gumball machine for his good work.
    I was dressed up as the jolly St. Nick for the meeting and was
the one to pass out the stuff. This Scout came up to me and asked if
I wouldn't mind taking the gumball machine to a needy kid as he had
one already. A tear came to Santa's eye that night as I said I would
do my best. This to me was the meaning of Scouting and Christmas.

Date:         Thu, 8 Aug 1996 16:47:21 -0500
From: Terry Slade <TMSLADE@IPGATE.ACTX.EDU>
Subject:      CSP #2 challenge story.

CSP #2 challenge story.
    Each year at the local Council summer camp: the program director
gives out an award called "Poo Bah's Gold". The award consists of a
gold coin from the scout shop with the Scout symbol on one side and
the Oath on the other. It is given to an outstanding Scouter for a
job above and beyond the call of duty. We usually give out a couple
each day. By Tuesday at lunch, none had been presented.
   We had set up a rather large PA system on the porch in front of
the mess hall where a friendly game of "wiffle ball" and frisbies
flew freely. I was one of the Camp Commissioneers and pretended to be
a DJ and played the music on the PA.
    My Nephew came to me and gave me $.75 cents. I asked what the
money was for and he said that he had found it over by a tree while
catching a frisbie. This made me feel very proud as the trading post
was open not 10 feet from me with all kinds of sweets and junk food.
How tempting the smell of popcorn and sodas must have been out in the
95 degree sun that afternoon, but he had turned the three quarters in
to lost and found anyways.
    With a grin on my face, a proud uncle (and Scouter) made sure
this boy was rewarded with a gold coin in front of the group. I have
raised him since he was 5 (what happened to his parents isn't
important) and he turned 14 last Sunday. He hopes to earn Eagle in
November and is a starter on his school Football and basketball
teams.
    How's that for a story about what Scouting is all about.

Date:         Thu, 8 Aug 1996 23:53:04 MDT
From: Jonathan Dixon <dixonj@ROCOCO.COLORADO.EDU>
Subject:      Re: CSP Challenge

I guess I will weigh in with my story, although it comes from when I
was a scout so perhaps it doesn't count. :)

Mine comes from a city-wide camporee when I was about 16.  Since I was
an Eagle and JASM, it was decided that I was too old to compete with
any of the patrols, and since there wasn't anything specifically for
the older boys and the troop adults didn't need help running their
station, I wound up spending the morning teaching the Webelos dens
that were there some of the basic skills they needed for Webelos and
Arrow of Light.  Specifically the first aid skills.

Things were just sort of plugging along when the den from our feeder
pack came along.  As I'm starting to teach, one of the boys pipes up
with the info that his father (standing right there) is a paramedic in
down.  Great, I get to teach First Aid while a paramedic stands and
watches.  Didn't do much for my stress level! :)

After lunch, the Webelos were scheduled to join in on some of the
competitions, so I tagged along with the group from our feeder pack
(having nothing better to do).  Most of the skills were still too much
for them to be able to do much, but they were having fun.  Then we
came to First Aid.  Since they needed a victim, I volunteered.  The
first few things they were asked about weren't things they had
covered, so the tester wound up talking them thru those.  But what I
will always remember is when the tester presented them with the
scenario of blood spurting from my arm, every single one of them
immediately grabbed my arm tightly and started to raise it (so I would
have been fine even if I was bleeding in half a dozen spots on both
arms), just as we'd gone over in the morning session.  I knew then
that they had actually learned this useful skill, and that my time
that morning had been well spent.

I've had similar moments since then, but none as dramatic in reminding
me of the effect we can have without even fully realizing it at the
time.

Jon
--
Jon Dixon
dixonj@colorado.edu
http://spot.colorado.edu/~dixonj/

Date:         Thu, 8 Aug 1996 21:49:11 -0500
From: golden cliff <c60clg1@corn.cso.niu.edu>
Subject:      Re: CSP Challenge

There are several reasons why I am in Scouting.  One of the major ones
was my Scoutmaster, but I've already told that story before on Scouts-L.
Refer to Scouter's Journal vol 1 no 2, "Life Not Making Eagle".

Not only do adult leaders have a profound effect on Scouts, but sometimes
a Scout can have a profound effect on an adult leader.

This story begins in the summer of 1976.  I was serving as the Field
Sports Director at Chin-Be-Gota Scout Reservation near Birnamwood,
Wisconsin.  (the camp no longer exists)

Orienteering merit badge was still fairly new.  I taught that class as
well as run the rifle range, and supervise the Field Sports staff.

There was a young Scout by the name of Brian.  He had several things that
made him stand out from the other boys.  He had blond hair, bright blue
eyes, and a smile that lit up his entire face.  He also had a pair of
legs that were badly twisted and used a set of crutches to get around camp.

Many boys in Brian's troop were taking Orienteering merit badge and
having a great time with it.  We had courses running all over camp.
Brian would often come down the othe field sports area and shoot at the
rifle range.  He was a friendly and talkative boy.  I got into the habit
of talking with Brian after he was done shooting.

He talked with great enthusiasm of next summer.  He was scheduled to go to
England for an operation that would straighten out his legs.  Next year he
would be able to play baseball and soccer and run like other boys.  He
promised that next year he would come to camp and take my Orienteering
class.  I told him I would be looking forward to it.

The next summer came and I was again working on staff.  I was eager for
Troop 45 of Plano, Illinois to arrive at camp, Brian's
troop.  I really wanted to see him running like the other boys.

I can still picture in my mind the first time I saw Brian that summer.  I
was sitting on a bench in front of the Trading Post eating a popsicle.
There was Brian making his way down the road in a wheelchair.  He didn't
see me, and I didn't call out to him.  I didn't know what to say.  I just
sat their in silence staring at him in his wheelchair.  I wasn't prepared
for that, I was expecting to see an excited boy with rejeuvinated legs
that could finally run again.

The next day at the Field Sports Area, there were boys eagerly waiting
under the dining fly where I taught Orienteering.  There were several boys
milling about and one boy seated in a wheelchair.  I gathered my materials
and went out to the group.  Brian greeted me with his blue eyes and
illuminating smile.  He had kept his promise to me, he was there to earn the
Orienteering merit badge.

That night the Camp Director, John McKenzie, pulled me aside.  John said
he heard Brian was in the Orienteering class.  He told me it was very
important to Brian and asked me to work with him in any way I could.  I
told John that of course I would.

I offered Brian the option of slightly modified requirements since he was
handicapped.  Brian wouldn't hear of it.  He wanted to earn the same
merit badge as the other boys doing the exact same requirements.

The first few days we always work on book requirements (that weeds out the
Scouts who aren't serious).  Running the courses is the fun part, that
comes near the end of the week.  The requirements state that a Scout must
run three Orienteering courses, one of which must be a cross country
course.

Our cross country course was routed through swamp, thickets, and dense
woods.  It was a killer course, but the boys loved it.  With the help of my
field sports staff I routed a new cross country course which was
"handicapped accessable".  We cleared brush, moved downed logs, pruned low
branches, and sought the most level ground.  If Brian could stay on
course, it would be possible for him to do it in a wheelchair.

You might wonder, how does a boy that can't walk measure his pace?  He
determines the circumference of his wheelchair's wheel, ties a bandana
around the wheel and counts the number of rotations multiplied by the
circumference.  The book only says you have to measure your pace, it
doesn't say you have to be able to walk.

Brian was a bright boy and easily learned the techniques and skills
required to complete the badge.  When his wheelchair got stuck in a rut,
another boy would give him a push.  When another boy would had trouble
doing the math to determine pace, Brian would coach him through it.

Brian's troop camped at Campsite #9, the farthest site in the camp.  It was
3/4 mile from the Trading Post, and a full mile from Field Sports.  Before
you arrived at Field Sports you had to climb a steep hill, the staff
called it "Cliff's Hill" since it led to my area of camp.  Brian did 2 miles
round trip every day in a wheelchair to get to the Field Sports Area.
That's tough even without the hill.

By the end of the week Brian had completed the requirements for
Orienteering merit badge.  I've never seen a prouder boy.

I would have our little talks after merit class was over.  He still had
the same enthusiasm and optimism.  He didn't talk about baseball, soccer,
or running any more.  The doctors had told him he would never walk
again.  Instead he talked of his new goal, to be the first wheelchair
bound Scout in Two Rivers Council to earn the Eagle Scout Award.

That 12 year old boy with his small frail body is probably the bravest
person I have ever known.  He taught me and everyone at camp that summer
an important lesson about the truest meaning of the Scout Spirit.

I saw Brian the next year at an Order of the Arrow function.  I was happy
to congratulate him on becoming an Arrowman and talk with him again.  I
didn't see Brian for years after that.

In February 1982 I attended our council's Eagle banquet with the family of
my troop's newest Eagle Scout.  There is a ceremony, the finale of the
evening, where a commencemnt program takes place.  Scouts cross a stage as
their names are called out alphabetically to recieve an Eagle paper weight
with "Eagle Class of 1982" engraved on it.

They were reading the names of Eagles, Eagle Scouts were crossing the
stage, I was reading my program because my Eagle Scout wouldn't be called
for awhile, his last name was Lane.  Suddenly my attention was broken.  A
familiar name had been called.

As I said before, Brian's goal was to become the first wheelchair bound
Scout in Two Rivers Council to earn the Eagle Scout Award.  Well I have to
tell you that Brian never realized that goal.

I looked up from my program and gazed upon a young man I barely
recognized making his way across the stage in a walker.  As he reached
center stage he paused and looked out at the audience.  The young man
with blond hair and piercing blue eyes stopped and smiled.  As he smiled
his entire face lit up with pride.  I recognized instantly the 17 year
old Eagle Scout as Brian.

The doctors years ago had told Brian he would never walk again.  I guess
Brian taught those doctors an important lesson.  Never underestimate the
courage and determination of a 12 year old boy.  He earned his Eagle
Scout Award, but he was no longer wheelchair bound when he did it.

At the end of the evening, I told the family that I had arrived with that I
needed to talk with a very important person.  Our featured speaker that
night had been a state legislator.  A crowd of people were gathered
around him at the front of the room.  No one could find me there.  I was
in the back of the room talking with an Eagle Scout named Brian.

I haven't seen Brian Bernhardt since that night.  If he is still alive, he
would be 30 years old now.  It's boys like Brian that demonstrate the
value of the Scouting program.  I think Scouting had a profound effect on
Brian.  I also think that Brian had a profound effect on all those in
Scouting that came in contact with him.

I know he had a profound effect on me.

YIS, Cliff Golden
     Scoutmaster Troop 33; DeKalb, Illinois
     Three Fires Council (formerly Two Rivers)

Date:         Fri, 9 Aug 1996 14:47:13 CDT
From: Scott Killen <SKILLEN@AUTOTESTER.COM>
Subject:      Re: CSP Challenge #6

Last spring our troop went on our annual rappelling camping trip with a large
number of 1st time kids.  One boy in particular was somewhat relunctant to back
over the edge.  My job was to help him get over.

After 10 minutes or so of coaxing and deciding he finally took the step.  Sure
enough, his worst fears were realized.  He went over backwards, the belay man
locked him on the cliff - upside down.

You never HEARD such screaming.  I can't even begin to describe it.  Dad was
harnessed and ready to go after him (he was a fireman that knew what he was
doing).  What a situation.

I began by removing dad from the picture, told him to give Johnny a chance.
Then over and over and over, I patted Johnny on the leg and told him he was ok
and that he could get himself out of the situation.

Sure enough, after eternity, he discovered that 1) No one was coming to help him
and 2) He wasn't about to die!

Then he began to listen, and we talked him into a rightside up state.  He
completed the remainder of the trip down with no trouble to a resounding round
of applause from everyone around.

Shortly thereafter HE TRIED ONCE MORE!  I was so proud of him.  Sure enough, that
first step got him again.  This time he caught himself before he ended up
completely upside down.  As he slipped he shouted with a half-smile, half-grimac
e ... "Oh
no, not again!"

I was really proud of that kid.  Dad gave him a chance to succeed and he did.
I know for a certainty that he learned something about himself on that cliff.
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Date:         Wed, 14 Aug 1996 09:24:02 CST
From: Barry C Runnels <Barry_C_Runnels@MMACMAIL.JCCBI.GOV>
Subject:      Scouting in the heart

     Hello everyone and for those of you back from Camp Alexander "GOOD
     MORNING THRILL SEEKERS!"

     Our Troop just got back from Camp Alexander in Colorado last Sunday. I
     want to thank everyone who help me plan this trip near Colorado
     Springs.

     I was just reading the letters about uniforms and I don't disagree
     with them at all but I wanted to tell you what happen to us on the way
     home from camp.

     We got our Scouts up last Saturday at 4:00 A.M. to make a 8:00
     whitewater rafting trip near Canon City. We asked the Scouts to keep a
     small bag of travel clothes to change into after the rafting. But
     packing in the dark after a long week, well we looked pretty rough. We
     did not look like a Boy Scout Troop to say the least.

     That night we stopped at a Pizza Hut in Texas on our way to Amarillo.
     I was the last one in the restaurant and the 28 Scouts where sitting
     down in a area to themselves. We adults sat at the other end of the
     rstaurant.

     When the bill came, I found Pizza Hut did not charge us for the drinks
     and gave us a big discount on the pizza. One of the adults told me as
     all the Scouts walked in, the boys put the Scout sign up and all were
     quiet. At that point the waitress knew we were Boys Scouts but even
     more, she was impressed how 28 boys behaved while visiting her
     restaurant. The place was full of local patrons and none appeared
     offended by the 28 Scouts. I would love to have had Class "A"s on at
     the time but the Scouts did have their a BSA Class "A" attitude with
     them and it showed. Truly Scouting in the Heart.

     I love this Scouting Stuff.

     Barry Runnels
     Committee Troop 386
     Edmond Oklahoma

Date:         Wed, 14 Aug 1996 22:40:45 -0500
From: Glenn Letts <gletts@EXECPC.COM>
Subject:      Re: CSP Challenge #6

Why am I a scouter, should be the correct pharse.  About 6.5 years ago a
young lad joined t-159 and because he had cancer his dad joined with
him, needed to be on the outings with this young scout.  His doctor
thought he was a little crazy when in the first year he wanted to do the
wildnerness survial merit badge and also in Jan. try for his polar bear
patch (winter camping), we live in Wisconsin, got both.  About a year
later went off treatment and both stayed active in the troop.  This boy
has been in last 4 summers to National Jambo, Philmont twice, once with
the troop and once as OA trail crew, summer camp staff and much more.
This summer he got Vigal, passed his Eagle board and is currently at
NOAC.  My son inspired me not only to be at campouts but to have fun and
 stay active with him in both a troop and a post, and in the OA if I can
find time to do the ordel.

Glenn Letts

Date:         Thu, 15 Aug 1996 07:03:51 -0500
From: "Greg L. Gough" <ggough@MAIL.ORION.ORG>
Subject:      Re: CSP Challenge #6

Well, I thought about posting this for the Challenge and then Susan's
post pushed me off my fence so, here goes.

Last year at summer camp along the Buffalo River we were backpacking to a
neat place along the river.  We came upon a 50 - 60 foot bluff and other
scouts were jumping into a 20 ft hole from about 25ft up.  Of course our
scouts wanted to give it a try.  Two adults were already acting as
spotters and had checked the area.  Being a lifeguard, I did the same and
gave instructions to our scouts to make it as safe as possible.  Our SPL
went up and jumped and immediatly swam over to me.  He said we had a
problem. I asked im what it was and he detailed out that when he got to
the jumping point he found a young african american scout who wouldn't
jump.  We made our decision and climbed to his location.  The climb
involved using hand holds for about 15 of the 25 feet and was pretty much
vertical.  Once their we sat down beside him, introduced ourselves and
started talking to him.  In a little while I asked him if he was going to
jump.  He said that he was scared and it was higher then it looked.  I
assured him that it was ok not to jump but he couldn't just stay here.  I
then said "we (lookin at my SPL) can get you down from here if you
want".  Well he did and I reminded him of the trip up and told him he had
to to exactly what we said.  I told him that I would start down first and
place his feet on the next foot hold while my SPL would spot the next
hand hold and help him aquire it.  It took us and hour to back him off
that bluff and when we got him down he was a very happy camper.  We had
learned that he was a recent Webelos cross over and this was his first
year at camp.  His buddies had left him on the bluff when he wouldn't
jump.  He had been up their for over an hour.  Once down and back on
shore I asked on of the other adults when they were going back to camp
and if this scout could go with them.  With arrangements made we turned
to say goodbye to our friend.  He asked us "are you guys Eagle scouts?".
I told him that I am and that my SPL was a Life scout getting very close
to Eagle.  "I thought so" was his answer followed by "I am going to be
an Eagle".  I was proud of my SPL and the bravery shown by that young scout.

Greg Gough
SM Troop 201, Ozark, MO.  I used to be an Owl but I will always be an Eagle!

Date:         Fri, 16 Aug 1996 11:03:39 -0400
From: Ed Faynor <EDFAYNOR@AOL.COM>
Subject:      Re: CSP Challenge #6

Marc,

In relation to most of the rest of the list, I am what can be
considered as a  newbie to Scouting so my cache of scout
 stories is small but growing. My first introduction to this
world was two years ago as a second year Weblos Den
 Leader.  It was a small den and had my son and some of
his friends. One was Bobby.  He is all of 4  4" and weighs
soaking wet about 53 lbs.  He wears glasses and looks very
scholarly, but he can be a hellion. His attitude to Scouting
waxes and wanes. He and my son, both Arrow of Light,
joined the same Scout Troop. Summer camp this year was
 Bobby s first  and his tent mate was a boy new to the
Troop ( 4 weeks).  Sunday night after dinner, Bobby s buddy
develops stomach problems ( 24 hr flu) and is in the infirmary
 all night with several bouts of vomiting.

Monday morning we are preparing for a hike to the climbing
 / rappelling  area. It was about four miles one way through a
 forested trail. The Scouts are loading day packs with lunch,
 sneakers, rain gear, water, and other required items. The
 tent mate shows up smiling, he was released from the
infirmary.

The show hits the road, I was one of the last out of the
campsite and about five minutes behind.  About < mile
into the trail, I catch up with the last scout in line.
It s Bobby.  There is this bulging pack on his back and
he is leaning forward just to carry it.  I came up behind
him and said, "quite a load there, Bobby".  His response
 was " since Chris ( tentmate) was sick and didn t have a
good day pack, I m carrying his stuff too.  If he feels OK
he ll carry it on the way back."

What do you do.  I watched Bobby work the hardest  of
any young man his size up to about the two mile mark.
 It was more than enough. I passed the word forward to
the leaders to take a break.  I suggested that  the Senior
 Scouts let Bobby lead the trail for a while.  They caught
on quickly.  Soon that bulging pack was on a fifteen year
 old football player and Bobby was standing upright with a
 pack that was more manageable. He led the way for the
rest of the hike in, and it was at a pretty good pace.

Why stay a Scouter?  It only takes one positive instance
 where a young boy in a scouting environment steps beyond
himself and your expectations to make it all worthwhile. To
repeat  a favorite closing " We do it for the stories we can tell"

YIS
Ed Faynor
ASM Troop 61
Southbury, CT.
EDFAYNOR@AOL.COM

Date:         Wed, 21 Aug 1996 17:46:40 -0400
From: Susan Ganther <susan@EMAIL.UNC.EDU>
Subject:      Medicine Man, in his own words

I have not been a prodigy member for some time now, and so only just
learned of Dwayne Pritchett's (Medicine Man) death from the recent posts
here on Scouts-L. I had saved a few of Dwayne's posts from prodigy and
two of them seem appropriate to repost here.

The following was posted to Prodigy sometime in 1994 or 1995 by Dwayne
Pritchett.

I guess it's time I let you know who the Medicine Man is. I'm Dwayne
Pritchett from Cahokia Mounds District, Trails West Council, in west
central Illinois bordering on the St Louis area. I have just over 10
years tenure in Scouting, having served as a Tiger Coach, Den Leader,
Webelos Den Leader, Pack Committee Chairman, Assistant Scoutmaster, and
Boy Scout Roundtable Commissioner. Many of these jobs have been
accomplished twice since I have two boys aged 16 and 9 in Scouting. There
are presently eight adult training and service knots on my uniform. About
the only training I have left on the council level is Doctorate of
Commissioner Science. Someday I'll get to Philmont. I have served as an
adult leader to National Jamboree. I am Brotherhood in Kishkakon Lodge,
OA. I am a proud member of Fuzzy and the Hooter Owls, NC-543 and may get
to earn my third bead next year.

Beware those of you who are new to Scouting or this BB. If you haven't
figured it out by now, the most contageous and infectious "disease" in
the world is Scouting Spirit. Get involved and catch it!
MEDICINE MAN

The following was posted to Prodigy on 2/14/95 by Dwayne Pritchett.

Death has touched our troop again last week. We met and filed past the
bier and brought some comfort and joy to the family. Last night at troop
meeting around closing time it occurred to us that we did not have a
suitable ceremony for a memorial, nor could any of us recall one in
Scouting prose. This is the results of our efforts.

The troop forms a living circle-OA style-with the circle unfinished on
either side of the bier.
An instrumental version of Brian Adams' "I Do it for You" from Robin Hood
plays in the background.
The S.P.L. stands outside the circle directly across from the bier, faces
the gathering and says:
A member of our Scouting family is no longer with us. Yet, the circle you
see is not really broken. Once a Scout, always and ever a Scout. We have
touched a life; they have shared ours. That bond cannot be broken by
time, distance, or even death.
Can you imagine the adventures and possibilities of a troop that has
Baden-Powell serving as Scoutmaster, Ernest Thompson Seaton as Senior
Patrol Leader, and Dan Beard as Patrol Leader? We all will find out
someday; our comrade and friend is finding out now. The campfire is
glowing, the stories are flowing, the patrol method is going, and the
Great Master of Scouting is all knowing.
We say in memory of our Scoutmate: On my honor, I will do my best to do
my duty to God and my country, and to obey the Scout Law, to help other
people at all times, and to keep myself physically strong, mentally
awake, and morally straight.

YIS MEDICINE MAN

I am sorry that the Medicine Man can no longer be with us, but he is in
good company now.
                        YiS, Susan

Date:         Wed, 4 Sep 1996 12:30:27 -0700
From: Don Wells <Donald.Wells@EBAY.SUN.COM>
Subject:      Re: Adult knots - Scout awards

To all,

I know that I contributed to one of the more colorful topics of discussion,
I just wanted to relate something that happened to me not too long ago.

I was at a Scouting function and a Scouter walked up to me and pointed at the
Eagle square knot I had on my shirt and asked me how it felt to get that special
award. I told him that since I was the very first Eagle Scout in my family that
that award held a great deal of significance, and that that was one of the highe
st
points of my life. I wear my square knot with pride.

When my Scoutmaster, David High, died a year ago, I was asked to be a pall beare
r
at his funeral. As a matter of fact, all of the Eagles this man had while he was
 a
Scoutmaster were asked to be a pall bearer, and to wear our Eagle ribbons. Three
 of
us were able to make it from my old troop, and I was the only one to still have
his
ribbon. During the eulogy, the man giving it noted that the pall bearers were ma
de
up of Eagle Scouts who had earned this award under Davids tutelage. He said that
 he
was proud to see that one of the men still had his Eagle ribbon and was wearing
it.
At the graveside I was taken aside and told how happy the family was that at lea
st
one of the bearers still had his ribbon. With tears in my eyes I told how even t
hough
I wasn't the best behaved Scout that David never gave up on me and that that was
 one
of the main reasons for getting my Eagle.

I will always be proud of that award. For those of you who think people don't no
tice
the knots you wear, in the past 2 months whereever I went with other Scouters ar
ound,
I have always been congradulated on my Eagle award. As a matter of fact, of the
40 or
so men in my WoodBadge troop, only 14 are Eagles plus 6 on the staff.

Wear that knot with pride.

YiS,

Don Wells
Eagle - '74                    Systems Technologist
ASM - Troop 41                 Sun Microsystems, Inc.
ACM - Pack 41                  Milpitas, CA
Ordeal - Pomponio Lodge #528   (408)276-4173
Brotherhood - Ohlone Lodge #63
Soon to be an animal(WE3-55-96)

Date:         Sun, 21 Jul 1996 11:41:32 -0600
From: Barbara Long <blong@ed.scetv.org>
Subject:      Re: what a rush

What a great compliment to a scout leader when scouts acknowledge them
with enthusiasm outside of a scout event.  That is a true "warm fuzzy"
for the heart.  In defense of my elementary school, we do not have
"discipine monitors" in our cafeteria!! We simply try to keep the
noise (800 students Kindergarten - fifth grade) to a manageable level
of bedlam!)

The enclosed was given to all the faculty/staff by my beloved
principal, himself the father of 4 sons. Please pass it along...

**********************************************************************

BEHAVIORAL LABELING

If an adult is reinforced for behaving appropriately, we call it
RECOGNITION.
If a child is reinforced for behaving appropriately, we call it
BRIBERY.

If an adult laughs, we call it SOCIALIZING.
If a child laughs, we call it MISBEHAVING.

If an adult sticks to something, we call it PERSERVERANCE.
If a child sticks to something, we call it STUBBORNESS.

If an adult is not paying attention, we call it PREOCCUPATION.
If a child is not paying attention, we call it DISTRACTION.

If an adult tells his/her side of the story, we call it CLARIFICATION.
If a child tells his/her side of the story, we call it TALKING BACK.

If an adult raises voices in anger, we call it EXPRESSION.
If a child raises voices in anger, we call it a TEMPER TANTRUM.

If a adult hits a child, we call it DISCIPLINE.
If a child hits a child, we call it FIGHTING.

If an adult behaves in an unusual way, we call him/her UNIQUE.
If a child behaves in an unusual way, we refer him/her for a
PSYCHOLOGICAL EVALUATION.

Reprinted from the Colorado Society of School Psychologists Newsletter

**********************************************************************

Barbara Butler Long
ASM- Troop 100
Indian Waters Council, Columbia, SC
Brotherhood, Muscogee Lodge 221
Muscogee Cookteam-Fabulously Feeding Foxes for over Fifty Years
used to be a Bobwhite in Flight- SE 604
Proud mother of an Eagle Scout

Date:         Wed, 9 Oct 1996 11:19:13 -0400
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Subject:      Re: Do your Best
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In a message dated 96-10-05 21:54:57 EDT, Pete wrote:

>In the grand old tradition of the "Scoutmaster's Minute" I have
>started a "Cubmaster's minute" I want to do one on "Do Your Best".

This story may be apocryphal, at least to the RAF briefing Churchill before
the Battle of Britain.  I've never been able to confirm it, and if anyone out
there CAN confirm it, I'd like to have a citation.  The British won the
battle, and Churchill said what I quote him as saying in tribute to the RAF.
 But here goes:

In the darkest days for Britain during World War II, it became apparent to
the British that Hitler would send his Luftwaffe against the island.  For
centuries the English Channel had protected the island from attack from the
continent.  Hitler's air force was the best in the world, and it looked as
though superior air power would make the Channel moot.

The top commanders of the Royal Air Force drew the unenviable task of
briefing the Prime Minister, Winston Churchill, of the situation.  Their
briefing was relatively short.  They told Churchill that the Germans had more
airplanes, better airplanes, better-trained pilots and greater armaments.
 The Royal Air Force, by contrast, was short on ammunition, short on
airplanes, short on spare parts, not so well trained as they should be, and
short on experience.  The RAF commanders closed off, telling Churchill that
they were sure that in the grand tradition of Nelson at Trafalgar, every Brit
would do his duty.  "We will do our best."

"Your best is not good enough," Churchill replied.  "You must do what is
necessary!"

Some accounts say the RAF officers retreated, discouraged, but that clearly
is not the case.  Despite having every possible advantage on the other side,
the RAF proceeded to fight and win the Battle of Britain with a flair that
inspired the Allied forces on to victory.  This was one of the great turning
points of Western Civilization, indeed of all world history.  Had this battle
gone the other way, democracy would not be so widespread as it is, if indeed
the concept of government by the consent of the people to be governed could
have survived at all.

On August 20, 1940, Churchill gave tribute to the heroes of the Royal Air
Force in the House of Commons.  You will immediately recognize the words he
spoke:  "Never in the field of human conflict was so much owed by so many to
so few."

Never underestimate the power of human will.  When faced with impossible
odds, the resolve to "do your best" can turn the odds on their ear, do what
is necessary, change the course of history.  In 1940 it was necessary that
each person in the RAF do his absolute best.  To a man, they did.  Had they
not done so, Scouts could meet nowhere in this world, safely, as we do
tonight.

It is a proud tradition that we continue, to uphold the idea that to "Do your
best" -- to do OUR best -- will be enough to keep us wise, strong and free.

Best,

Ed Darrell, Duncanville, Texas

Date:         Thu, 17 Oct 1996 07:38:53 -0500
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Subject:      SM minute idea
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This was in the Dear Abby column this summer.  It might make a good
Scoutmasters Minute.

President Garfield's "Rules for Living"
While a young man, President Garfield received these "rules for living" from
an elderly friend.  He cherished them to the end of his life.

Never be idle.
Make few promises.
Always speak the truth.
Live within your income.
Never speak evil of anyone.
Keep good company, or none.
Live up to your engagements.
Never play games of chance.
Drink no intoxicating drinks.
Good character is above everything else.
Keep your own secrets, if you have any.
Never borrow if you can possibly help it.
Do not marry until you are able to support a wife.
When you speak to a person, look into his eyes.
Save when you are young to spend when you are old.
Never run into debt unless you see a way out again.
Good company and good conversation are the sinews of virtue.
Your character cannot be essentially injured except by your own acts.
If anybody speaks evil of you, let your life be so that no one believes him.
When you retire at night, think over what you have done during the day.
If your hands cannot be employed usefully, attend to the culture of your mind.
Read the above carefully and thoughtfully at least once a week.

Mark W. Arend
Beaver Dam Community Library
311 N. Spring St.                      Outside of a dog, a book is
Beaver Dam, Wisc. 53916                    man's best friend.  Inside of
(414) 887-4631  (fax 887-4633)             a dog it's too dark to read.
                                                             --Groucho Marx
Scoutmaster, Troop 736

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Date:         Sat, 30 Nov 1996 16:36:51 -0600
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Subject:      SM Minute
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You will remember my "Presidential Scouting" posting of a month ago; I have
been continuing my researches into this.  I got a nice package of materials
from the Harry S Truman Library, among which was a letter the President sent
to the BSA for a training conference in 1947.  Several paragraphs in this
letter make a good Scoutmasters Minute:

        "The Boy Scouts of America, since it was founded in 1910, has
contributed greatly to the character training of our youth.  With all the
problems we face today, not only in the United States, but in the world,
there is nothing more important that the proper education and guidance of
young people from whom will come the leaders of tomorrow.

        We Americans have a tremendous responsibility.  While food, clothing
and shelter are urgently needed the major task which faces us is not
economic, it is *moral*.  The world needs self-reliant young people who have
a sincere regard for others, irrespective of racial origin or religious
belief.  If we can impress upon our yough principles of friendlieness and
mutual respect, we shall go a long way toward establishing a better
understanding among the nations of the world.  The Boy Scouts of America is
making a vital contribution to the character building of our boys and young
men.  Scouting is giving them leadership, adventure in the out-of-doors,
training in woodcraft, nature study and other worthwhile activities.

        As more and more boys become Scouts, they will be inspired to do
their best to do their duty to God and their country and to obey the Scout
Law, to help other people at all times and keep themselves physically
strong, mentally awake and morally straight.

        What a greater nation this would be if the principles of Scouting
could be woven more closely into our daily lives.  Let us work together to
make the program of the Boy Scouts available to every American Boy."
Mark W. Arend
Beaver Dam Community Library
311 N. Spring St.                      Outside of a dog, a book is
Beaver Dam, Wisc. 53916                    man's best friend.  Inside of
(414) 887-4631  (fax 887-4633)             a dog it's too dark to read.
                                                             --Groucho Marx
www.peoples.net/~bdlib/
Scoutmaster, Troop 736

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Date:         Fri, 7 Feb 1997 10:09:08 -0600
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This is dedicated to Lisa Varner

Once there was a very large green bullfrog who lived in a modest sized
pond.  Even though many other animals and fish lived around this pond the
bullfrog didnt have any friends.  You see, the friends he once had were
gone.  They were tired of his boasting and tried to stay out of his way.
This situation changed when the geese began to migrate through the area.
Two geese actually became his friends.  They spent many a long day
visiting, swimming and doing the things friends do.  Then one day the two
geese told the frog it was time for them to continue their migration.
The frog was sad and asked if they could take him with them.  He
suggested that they let him climb on one of their backs and hang onto
their neck.  Both geese agreed that he was entirely too fat for one goose
to carry.  Further saddened, the frog began to think and finally came up
with an idea.  Listen, he said, How about we take a string and each of
you take hold of a end with your mouth and bite down hard, then I will
bite in the middle of the string and you can fly me between you.  The
geese pondered the idea and decided to give it a try.  All were ready and
the geese began to flap and run.  The frog hopped along with the string
in his mouth until he was lifted from the ground and was airborne.  Oh
what a feeling thought the frog.  Onward they flew for days on end until
they flew over a farmer out in his field.  The farmer looked up and upon
seeing the geese and frog remarked, My, my, a flying frog, I wonder who
taught those geese to fly such a big frog?  Hearing this the frog said, I
DID!!!.  That night the farmer feasted on very large succulent frog
legs.  Check your ego, dont let it get so far out of control that you
lose your friends or worse yet, end up on someones plate.

Greg Gough
SM Troop 201, Ozark, MO.  I used to be an Owl but I will always be an Eagle!

Date:         Wed, 26 Mar 1997 17:03:31 -0500
From: Peter Farnham <pfarnham@CAPACCESS.ORG>
Subject:      New Scoutmaster's Minutes

Hi all,

here's a SM minute I wrote after an evening spent "star-gazing" with some
of my scouts who needed the requirement for First Class (finding
directions at night w/o a compass).

STARS TO STEER BY...

We spent tonight studying the stars, and I hope all o fyou got a little
tast of how fascinating this is.  I've grown to like star-gazing in
recent years.  It's nice to know that no matter how much things change
down here on Earth, the stars never change--at least not enough to so
we'll ever notice.

Sailors learned thousands of years ago that the positions of the stars
were always the same in relation to each other, and that you could always
find them in the same places in the sky, depending on th etime of night
and the time of year.  The stars were immutable-0-they were always there,
regular and predictable.  The sea may change, a ship may change, captains
may change, but the stars never did. ; A sailor could steer his ship by
them and never have to worry about getting lost.

Stars are sort of like values in that way, aren't they?  We have a lot of
stars in scouting's sky--the twelver points of the scout law.  What are
some others?  The Oath has some stars in it, doesn't it?  What about our
motto?  That's a star too, right?  And our slogan?

A poet once wrote, "Give me a tall ship and a star to steer her by."
Remember that scouting's values are stars, too--and if you always set
your course by them, your chances of geting lost are pretty slim.

YiS (I used to be a Beaver...)

Pete Farnham
SM, Troop 113
GW District, NCAC
Alexandria, VA

Date:         Thu, 27 Mar 1997 21:03:26 -0500
From: Joe Servos <jservos@BSERV.COM>
Subject:      Scouters Five-New
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I came across what I think is a great "Five" in the
1997 Boulder Dam Council Pow Wow Book.

Lights and Stars

This is the season of lights and beautiful stars when days are short and
nights are long. Lord Baden-Powell, the founder of Scouting, once said this
to his Scouts.

"I often think when the sun goes down, the world is hidden by a big blanket
from the light of heaven. But the stars are little holes pierced in that
blanket by those that have done good deeds in this world. The stars are not
all  the same size; some are big, and some are little. So some men have done
great deeds, and some men have done small deeds; but they have all made their
hole in the blanket by doing good, before they went to heaven."

Lets remember when we look at the starry sky, to make our own hole in the
blanket, by doing good deeds and treating other people the way we would want
to be treated.

Hope you like it as much as  do.

YIS

Joe Servos
27th  Guelph Ont. Canada Cubs

Date:         Thu, 3 Apr 1997 01:21:05 -0600
From: golden cliff <c60clg1@CORN.CSO.NIU.EDU>
Subject:      Scoutmaster's Minute: Life's Choices

I don't claim authorship to this.  I did some editing on the original which
was from a post on Explorernet.  I think it makes a good Scoutmaster's
Minute.

I will be reading this at an Eagle Court of Honor this weekend.  Our new
Eagle Scout's name is Trent Antrup, he currently serves as a Webelo Den
Chief and as the Kishwaukee Chapter Chief for the Order of the Arrow.

He replaced the previous Chapter Chief, a remarkable young man who resigned
under tragic circumstances.

This Scoutmaster's Minute is for Trent Antrup and all the boys in the
troop, but mainly it's in honor of one of our Life Scouts that "aged out" in
November.  His name is Jonathan Tallman.

Jonathan is a good looking kid who is well liked by all who know him.  He
is an honor student and an excellent athelete.  He will be graduating from
DeKalb High School this spring.  He plans to study architecture at the
University of Kansas at Lawrence next fall.

Jonathan resigned as OA Chapter Chief and dropped out as an active Scout
late last spring in order to spend more time and care for his mother after
she was diagnosed with leukemia.

Patricia Tallman's wake was this evening and her funeral will be tomorrow.
She was a great lady.  I attended her wake earlier this evening to pay my
respects to Jonathan, his father Bernie, and his brother Philip.  They all
seem to be holding up very well given the circumstances.

I am very proud of Jonathan's accomplishments as a Scout.  Jonathan never
completed his Eagle Award, but in my mind he exemplifies everything an
Eagle Scout should be.

He had to make some difficult choices and change his priorities this past
year, but I believe he chose well.

This is for Jonathan.

LIFE'S CHOICES
------ -------

Life isn't about keeping score.

It's not about how many friends you have or how accepted you are.

It's not about if you have plans this weekend or if you're alone.

It isn't about who you're dating, who you used to date, how many people
you've dated, or if you've dated anyone at all.

It isn't about who your family is or how much money they have
or what kind of car you drive or where you go to school.

It's not about how beautiful or ugly you are, the clothes you wear,
the shoes you wear, or what kind of music you listen to.

It's not about if your hair is blonde, red, black, or brown
or if your skin is too light or too dark.

It's not about how smart you are, how smart everybody else thinks you are,
or how smart standardized tests say you are.

It's not about what clubs you're in or how good you are at "your" sport.

It's not about representing your whole being on a piece of paper called
a resume and then seeing who will "accept the written you."

Life just isn't about those things.

-----

Life is about choices.

Life is about who you love.

It's about who you make happy.

It's about kindness and generosity.

It's about holding and sharing trust.

It's about friendship.

It's about what you say, what you mean, and thinking heartening thoughts.

It's about faith, integrity, and knowing your own heart.

It's about carrying inner love, letting it grow, and spreading it.

Most of all, it's about using your life to touch other
people's hearts in such a way that could have never occurred alone.

Only you choose the way those hearts are affected, and those choices
make up what your life is all about.

YIS, Cliff Golden
     Scoutmaster Troop 33; DeKalb, Illinois
     Three Fires Council BSA

Date:         Mon, 14 Apr 1997 21:30:12 -0400
From: Cliff Egel <CEgel2@AOL.COM>
Subject:      A Scoutmaster Minute- Anyway

We happened upon the following gem as a note on a bulletin board in a
George Washington National Forest campground in 1992.  I have no clue
as to its author or source.  But it sounded like a good candidate for a
Scoutmaster Minute.  I used it at last week's regular meeting and was
rewarded with spontaneous applause from all 30-odd Scouts present.  It's
moments like this that make it all worthwhile...  So I though that it would
be
a good one to share:

Anyway

People are unreasonable, illogical, and self centered.  Love them anyway.
If you do good, people will accuse you of selfish motives.  Do good anyway.
If you are successful, you will win false friends and real enemies.  Be
successful anyway.
The good you do will be forgotten tomorrow.  Do it anyway.
Honesty and frankness will make you vulnerable.  Be honest and frank anyway.
People favor the underdog, but chum up to the top dog.  Fight for the
underdog anyway.
What you spend years building can be destroyed overnight.  Build anyway.
Give the world the best you can and chances are you'll get kicked in the
teeth.  Give it anyway.

>From note at George Washington National Forest campground 8/13/92.

Best Wishes,

Cliff Egel
Scoutmaster, Troop 39
LaGrange, IL

Date:         Thu, 15 May 1997 20:13:35 -0500
From: Mark Arend <arend@PEOPLES.NET>
Subject:      what is leadership?

This is from Joan Lloyd's "Changing Workplace" column in the Milwaukee
Journal/Sentinal from 27 April.  She worked with former Pres. Bush on his
recent visit to Wisconsin and she got to thinking other leaders and she came
up with the following traits which she found they all share.  I've shortened
it somewhat to fit so it's not as good as the original.  Hope you find it as
interesting as I did.

They have a moral compass.  All truly great leaders have a strong, clear
sense of values to guide them.

They know their life's misison.  They are focused & determined to pursue a
mission; that mission usually centers around helping other people rather
than themselves.

They have courage under fire.  They are able to withstand personal
criticism.  They are able to make tough decisions in spite of criticism or
loss of political points.

They have integrity under pressure.  Great leaders refuse to yield to
temptations & pressures that would move them away from their personal code
of ethics.

They are servant leaders.  They believe they should serve the people they
lead, not the other way around.

They give back to others.  They help others and volunteer their time.

They're humble.  Rather than arrogance and self-importance they are aware of
how quickly personal popularity can fade.

They have a sense of humor.  They can poke fun at themselves.  They are fun
to be around & make work seem less stressful.

They have an unspoken power that comes from influence.  They don't have to
flash status symbols or throw their weight around; they don't shout or talk
down to people.

They are well prepared for their role.  They have gained wisdom through life
or work experiences.

They have their priorities straight.  They aren't so driven that they become
oblivious to the things that keep them a whole, ballanced person.

They appreciate and acknowledge the contributions of others as they work
toward a common goal.

Mark W. Arend
Beaver Dam Community Library
311 N. Spring St.                      Outside of a dog, a book is
Beaver Dam, Wisc. 53916                    man's best friend.  Inside of
(414) 887-4631  (fax 887-4633)             a dog it's too dark to read.
                                                             --Groucho Marx
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Scoutmaster, Troop 736

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Date:         Thu, 22 May 1997 20:03:31 -0500
From: golden cliff <c60clg1@CORN.CSO.NIU.EDU>
Subject:      Scouting Life's Problems

There have been questions recently about dealing with serious problems
ranging from drinking and drugs to suicide.  These types of problems are
relatively rare in Scouting, but they do exist.

When I first started as a Scoutmaster in 1976, I had a handful of
teenagers and one eleven year old.  The eleven year old was named Kevin.
Kevin was a fantastic kid; intelligent, great sense of humor, fun loving,
and filled with energy.  The older boys easily adopted him as their
little buddy.  He was one of my favorite Scouts.

Kevin stayed in Scouting until age 16, when other interests drew him
away.  He had the perfect family, was popular in school, and seemingly
had everything in the world going for him.  At age 22 Kevin took his own
life.  He is buried not far from my parents and grandparents, I often
visit his grave.

I've worked with three boys after their attempted suicide.  One boy was
the victim of sexual abuse, another from alcohol and chemical addiction,
and the third was in foster care as a result of abuse and neglect from his
family.  Scouting helped them.  Two of those boys became Eagle Scouts.

A good friend lost his daughter to suicide.  She was only 16 years old.
She was bright, beautiful, and popular in school.  A witness said she
dropped her purse to the ground before stepping into the path of a high
speed freight train.  A moment later her purse was all that remained.

These incidents are very disturbing and raise several issues but yield no
answers or lessons.  At least I've never found any.

As volunteer Scouters we can teach the ideals of Scouting through our
everyday lives and the opportunities granted us through the Scouting
program.  We can use Scouting to reach kids in a positive way.

I think if you believe in someone long enough, sooner or later they will
start believing in themselves.  Yes, I know how corny that sounds, but I
still believe it's true, at least most of the time.  Youth that act tough
on the outside still feel vulnerable on the inside.  I don't believe in
"bad kids", only "bad problems".  Attack the problem, not the kid.
There's still a need for rules and consequences, but they need to
understand we're hoping for their success, not waiting to pounce on
their failure.

Faith isn't an additional cost, it's an additional investment of our
hearts.  There's no guarantee we won't be hurt or disappointed, that's
always a risk.  No matter how hard we believe in someone, they have free
will, we can't control what they think or do.  Bad things can happen, life
doesn't always have Hollywood endings.  Part of faith is to look
unflinching toward the good, and not be defeated by the bad.

As volunteers we are sometimes very limited in what we can do.  Many
problems require intervention by trained professionals.

Someone once compared Scouters to lighthouses.  They stand tall and send
out a bright focused beam of light warning of danger and guiding toward a
safe and a true route.

It's easy to become disillusioned after tragedy strikes or someone is lost
to serious problems.  Those are times of trial.  If we give up then, it
would be like extinguishing the light of a lighthouse because one ship was
lost.  We see the one lost, we never know how many we've saved or have yet
to save.

There is no simple answer to problem kids.  There are many variables and
they are often unique to each person and each situation.  We
can't fix every problem, or for that matter even always understand them.  We
can however focus our energies on providing a safe positive program and
believing in what we do.  We can look for the best in each boy and try to
help him build a foundation on the finest attributes within him.  We can
guide them and teach them faith and patience through our actions.  We can
find the courage and strength to persevere even when all our best efforts
fail.

Some view Scouting as a science, others as an art.  I see it as a calling.
How we each answer that calling can impact many young people.

The world is a place of beauty and truth, and also pain and danger.  What
one sees and experiences is often determined by the route one takes.

Scouting presents a clear safe route for young people.  We are the guides
along that route.  There are no guarantees for success, there is only the
satisfaction of knowing we are doing our best.  Millions have traveled
that route, millions more will follow.  We see the individual faces, hear
their laughter, and experience the joy, pride, occaisional frustration, and
sometimes even pain along the way.

In all my years of Scouting I have always found far more joy and pride
than anything else.  I guess the trick is to share that experience with
as many young people as possible.  Joy and pride have a way of
extinguishing even the worst of problems.

Of course there's much more to it than that, but I've gone on too long
already.

YIS, Cliff Golden
     Scoutmaster Troop 33, Advisor Post 333
     First Lutheran Church; DeKalb, Illinois
     Three Fires Council BSA

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Judy Johnson wrote:
> 
> I received this from a friend at work, just a few minutes ago.
> I thought it would be good to pass on.  Gary and Mike (and
> anyone else) you may put it on your inspiration pages.  Also,
> please note the source that my friend lists for this.
> 
> Date: Thu, 29 May 1997
> From: Ron Thruston
> Subject: Jerry - attitude on life
> 
>  ----------
> Hi:
> this came to me from my friend's Woodbadge counselor (Boy Scouts).  It is
> well worth passing on.
> 
>        ATTITUDE IS EVERYTHING.........By Francie Baltazar-Schwartz
> 
>     Jerry was the kind of guy you love to hate.  He was always in a good
> mood and always had something positive to say.  When someone would ask him
> how he was doing, he would reply, "If I were any better, I would be twins!"
>    He was a unique restaurant manager because he had several waiters who had
> followed him around from restaurant to restaurant. The reason the waiters
> followed Jerry was because of his attitude. He was a natural motivator. If
> an employee was having a bad day, Jerry was there telling the employee how
> to look on the positive side of the situation.    Seeing this style really
> made me curious, so one day I went up to Jerry and asked him, "I don't get
> it!  You can't be a positive person all of the time.  How do you do it?"
>     Jerry replied, "Each morning I wake up and say to myself, 'Jerry, you
> have two choices  today.  You can choose to be in a good mood or you can
> choose to be in a bad mood.'  I choose to be in a good mood.  Each time
> something bad happens, I can choose to be a victim or I can choose to learn
> from it.  I choose to learn from it.  Every time someone comes to me
> complaining, I can choose to accept their complaining or I can point out the
> positive side of life.  I choose the positive side of life."
>     "Yeah, right, it's not that easy," I protested.
>     "Yes it is," Jerry said. "Life is all about choices. When you cut away
> all the junk, every situation is a choice.  You choose how you react to
> situations. You choose how people will affect your mood. You choose to be in
> a good mood or bad mood. The bottom line  It's your choice how you live
> life."
>      I reflected on what Jerry said.  Soon thereafter, I left the restaurant
> industry to start my own business.  We lost touch, but often thought about
> him when I made a choice about life instead of reacting to it.
>      Several years  later, I heard that Jerry did something you are never
> supposed to do in a restaurant business.  He left the back door open one
> morning and was held up at gunpoint by three armed robbers.  While trying to
> open the safe, his hand, shaking from nervousness, slipped off the
> combination.  The robbers panicked and shot him.  Luckily, Jerry was found
> relatively quickly and rushed to the local trauma center.  After 18 hours of
> surgery and weeks of intensive care,  Jerry was released from the hospital
> with fragments of the bullets still in his body. I saw Jerry about six
> months after the accident.  When I asked him how he was, he replied, "If I
> were any better, I'd be twins.  Wanna see my scars?"
>     I declined to see his wounds, but did ask him what had gone through his
> mind as the robbery took place.
>     "The first thing that went through my mind was that I should have locked
> the back door," Jerry replied.  "Then, as I lay on the floor, I remembered
> that I had two choices  I could choose to live, or I could choose to die. I
> chose to live.
>     "Weren't you scared?  Did you lose consciousness?" I asked.
>     Jerry continued, "The paramedics were great. They kept telling me I was
> going to be fine. But when they wheeled me into the emergency room and I saw
> the expressions on the faces of the doctors and nurses, I got really scared.
> In their eyes, I read, 'He's a dead man.'  I knew I needed to take action."
>     "What did you do?" I asked.
>     "Well, there was a big, burly nurse shouting questions at me," said
> Jerry.
>     "She asked if I was allergic to anything. 'Yes,' I replied.  The doctors
> and nurses stopped working as they waited for my reply...  I took a deep
> breath and yelled, 'Bullets!'  Over their laughter, I told them, 'I am
> choosing to live.  Operate on me as if I am alive, not dead.'"
>     Jerry lived thanks to the skill of his doctors, but also because of his
> amazing attitude. I learned from him that every day we have the choice to
> live fully.  Attitude, after all, is everything.
> 
> [   You have 2 choices now
>     1. save or delete this mail from your mail box.
>     2. forward it to your dear ones and choose to pass this on.
>     Hopefully, you will choose choice 2. ]
> 
> I left the bracketed there, as it was part of the original message.
> 
> Hope you folks can use this...
> 
> YiS,
> 
> Chuck Bramlet, ASM Troop 323
> Thunderbird District, Grand Canyon Council, Phoenix, Az.
> 
> I "used to be" an Antelope! (and a good ol' Antelope, too...) WEM-10-95
> Please E-mail any replies to:                >> chuckb@aztec.asu.edu <<
> Member DNRC
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> "It's easy to say no when there is a deeper yes burning within." --
>                                                    Dr. Stephen R. Covey
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> 
> YIB@S,
> Judy Johnson
> 411 West Lincoln Road
> Stockton, California  95207
> (209) 986-7444
> 
> mailto:judybsa@inreach.com
> 
> District Executive, Boy Scouts of America
> Forty-Niner Council
> Calaveras and Tokay Districts
> I used to be a Beaver (Cub Scout)
> I used to be an Eagle (Boy Scout)

-- 
Craig Bond
Lufkin, Texas

All the most important decisions in life are based on insufficient data.

Date: Wed, 28 May 1997 10:03:59 -0700 (MST)
From: chuckb@aztec.asu.edu (CHUCK BRAMLET)
Subject: Closing ceremony for Court of Honor
To: mfbowman@CAPACCESS.ORG, SCOUTS-L@TCU.EDU

Thought you folks might be interested in what I did to the closing 
ceremony that Mike posted in reply to my question.  BTW, it seemed
to make an impression...

Closing Ceremony for Court of Honor:

Props:  
  Two red candles 
  One silver candle
  Two white candles (any other different color than red or silver will 
    do as well)
  (battery Xmas candles painted can be substituted)
Candles are held by adult leader representitives.

Give the Scout Sign until the group is silent.  Have 4 leaders off-
stage walk silently to the front with the lit candles.  They stand on 
either side of you (two on each side) - all in silence.

Say the following:

These four candles burning brightly represent the light that adult 
leaders give to our Scouts to help them grow in citizenship, in 
character, and in fitness.  This is fitting because without these 
leaders these Scouts would be left to fend for themselves in 
darkness.

Without Council and District leaders (District rep extinguishes the 
silver candle, then steps back) there would be less light, but still 
enough.

Without the Troop Committee (TC rep extinguishes a red candle, then 
steps back) there would be even less light, but still enough.

Without the Scoutmaster and other Troop leaders (SM extinguishes other 
red candle, then steps back) there would be much, much less light.

Finally, we see only a small light left.  The most important light of 
all.  This is you, the parents who help these Scouts.  Without your 
help (extinguish white candle, then step back) who will cast a guiding 
light for these Scouts to lead them from darkness? 

Have a staged parent in the back of the room come forward with a lit 
candle.  When the parent reaches the front, the others step forward 
again.

Alternate ending:
Have a staged parent in the back of the room come forward with a lit 
candle.  When the parent reaches the front, they turn and walk back 
thru the audience with the others following.

Also, I did the narration and held the parent's candle.

I would like to thank Mike Bowman for the original script, and whoever 
it was for the ides about cutting off a 2-liter soda bottle to use as 
a chimney to protect the candle from the wind.  Worked great!  But I 
slipped the bottle over the candle because the candle was too tall to
stay within the shield.
 
YiS,

Chuck Bramlet, ASM Troop 323
Thunderbird District, Grand Canyon Council, Phoenix, Az.

I "used to be" an Antelope! (and a good ol' Antelope, too...) WEM-10-95
Please E-mail any replies to:                >> chuckb@aztec.asu.edu <<
Member DNRC
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"It's easy to say no when there is a deeper yes burning within." --
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