Gunnison Valley News | 1928-01-19 | Page 4 | Is this You?

IS THIS YOU? lie wasn't a Scout though he wore the pin, For the scouting program had never soaked in. He claimed a troop and a registered name, But he never had learned to play the game. He tied the knots and he ran the pace, H- k-ew the code and he kept a smile'on his face, I I built his fir and lie boiled the pot, But that was just as far as he got. He learned the oath, its parts he knew, But the inner meaning had never soaked through. For if it had and he meant what he said, He'd been our pride like the sacred dead. You can't be a scout by joining a troop, , It's more like a club, and something to boot, You'll have to do something not every boy can, , For you've got to begin to be a man. (The Scribe)