ST. NICHOLAS NEXT MONTH AND TO COME Jimmy Dodd Plays Mixed Doubles CORNELIUS BOOCOCK Pairing by lot in a tennis tournament made partners of a boy and a woman of uncertain years, but very positive temperament. She undertakes to rule the game, and nearly ruins it before Jimmy takes a hand. Good fun and good tennis! Facing Two Deaths M. V. SIMKO An account of the heroic action of Peter Dunne, who helped to rescue his companions from the ill-fated submarine S-48 when she met with an accident on her trial trip out of Bridgeport last winter. A Flame that Will Burn Under Water ROBERT G. SKERRETT In this article the means used in raising and repairing the S-48 are described, as well as other interesting engineering feats under water. The Proper Mixture ELIZABETH PRICE The whole truth, the painful truth, or a mixture of truth and tact which was the best to be used in speaking of hats and other subjects of a tender nature? How plain-spoken Julia found the proper mixture is an interesting story. The Great Balloon Flight R. H. UPSON Mr. Upson, captain of the American balloon team in the last International Gordon Bennett Balloon Race, has written an interesting story of a balloon flight with a boy and a girl. This is particularly timely, since the National Balloon Race will start from Milwaukee on May 31 and readers of ST. NICHOLAS will be able to appreciate, after reading this article, just what these balloon pilots are experiencing. The Undoing of Morning Glory Adolphus N. MARGARET CAMPBELL There are cat stories and cat stories, but this one is an outstanding one, and the illustrations by Harold Sichel add greatly to the humor of this tale of Adolphus. U AT CAMP By John B. Foster P in the North Woods the birds and the flowers, the trees and the little folks of the forest are beginning to get ready for camping time. The sands of the beaches murmur among themselves that it will not be long before the children of the city will be with them again and the waves that ripple around the canoes and skiffs tell the floating craft that it will be only a little while before they will hear the gay laughter of the. ambitious young paddlers. If one could only go to camp all of the year around, that is camp school, there would really be no reason for a vaAt least that is cation. the enthusiastic opinion. which some of the sturdy campers have. It would always be vacation and the oddest thing about it is that you would be learning in vacation time just as if it were school time. "My camp," said Jack to me, "is not only my playground but it's a wonderful place to learn. You don't call that a playground," he continued as he pointed his stubby forefinger at the long asphalt strip in front of the house. "That's all I've got here but you ought to see the green grass, and the big trees and little ones at my camp. Why there's real shade and it's so thick that it's almost dark right at noon time. There's a lake, and canoes, and dandy swimming places, and games every game I guess that you ever heard of that's played in the woods. And stars. Oh, so many stars at my camp. You can only count about three or four in front of our house and once I counted a hundred in the 'teeniest place' in the sky over my camp and I guess there's a million if you can spare the time to count them. And they teach you how to do things for yourself when you're out hiking. I can cook an egg. "And my camp," interrupted sister Madge, "is just the grandest place. We ride horseback, and we swim, and we have the loveliest woodland dances and real plays right under the trees with real acting and real fairy costumes and the girls look perfectly lovely. I believe the fairies come out to see it. They hide under the flowers. I've learned all about flowers and I can weave, and do ever so many things that really would help one if one were lost. I'm just crazy to get back." The summer camp is the city child's playground. It is the playground of any child but it is essentially the playground of the child born within the steel bound, stone bound, concrete bound domain of business which sacrifices nature for utility. The summer camp, at first an experiment, is now a fixture in the fragrant forests of Maine, the hills and mountains of New Hampshire and Vermont, by the seashore and on the plains. The beaches of the New York lakes echo with laughter and cheery halloos when the campers arrive. With curious eye the young folks hike over the trails of Canada while careful counsellors teach them the stories of the outdoor world. The pines of Michigan and Wisconsin bid them welcome, the mountains of the south roll away in great billows of forestry from before their eyes and out in the canyon and the pass the adventurous children of the city are being taught from Mother Nature's book in her everlasting home. By and by long trains will begin to leave (Continued on page 8) A BEAUTIFUL private estate of 15 acres on Sebago Lake, Maine, with 2000 feet of water front. Large pine grove and two private farms of 100 acres. One hour north of Portland. The fifty girl campers live in small groups in log bungalows; large assembly hall. Permanent buildings with every equipment for comfort in ideal camp life. All councilors are graduates of Schools of Physical Education and are women of culture and breeding. Every activity and sport of the modern girls' camp, including motor boating and sailing. References required. For booklet, address MRS. MALCOLM R. LAWRENCE Telephone: South 6819 611 Second Street CAMP NEWAKA For Girls. Gold Lake, Colorado Between Boulder and Estes Park, in the heart of Nature's Playground. All the activities of healthful camp life, with riding a feature, offered to a limited number. No extras. References required. For booklet, write to HELEN J. MACDONALD, MARY K. VOORHEES, Directors, 4600 McPherson Avenue, St. Louis, Missouri. CAMP HOLIDAY Lake Okoboji, Iowa Beautiful woodland, chain of lakes. All sports, (Continued from page 6) the cities their noisy steel cars filled with happy boys and girls bound for fresh air land. The huge locomotive which draws them will be as happy as any locomotive can be, and will roll along its way making queer but truly joyful locomotive noises to show its approval. When the summer is waning and the katy-dids for the last time are telling the birch trees that perhaps after all, they "didn't,' the big locomotive will come puffing back bringing them all home again. The girls and the boys will be so brown and so rugged and healthy that their own chums will hardly know them. The growth of the huger city, that expands, and expands, and always forgets to take care of the child, has made the summer camp almost a necessity. That old dragon Efficiency, which sacrifices. every inch of space to brick, and concrete, and stone, that not a second of time may be lost, forgets the children of the city. It forgets that they, too, should have their right to play as well as their elders, who were children before cities began to expand with such cruel greed, as to rob the little ones of the green grass, the blue sky, the trees, the flowers and the music of the birds. Camp life has worked wonders in turning child life into new channels. The sordid things of the city are more quickly estimated at their lack of worth and the thoughts of the younger generations upon whom the future of national government depends become sweet and wholesome even as their bodies grow strong and rugged in the outdoor world around which no artificial barrier is stretched. |