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Tell Jervis I am sorry he is not with us to drive a nail for the camp

Here comes the Hon Cy up the path Heaven save us!

Ever your unfortunate,

S McB

THE JOHN GRIER HOME,

May 8

Dear Judy:

Our caone, and our

twenty-four boys have passed two healthful nights in the open The three

bark-covered shacks add a pleasant rustic touch to the grounds They are

like those we used to have in the Adirondacks, closed on three sides

and open in the front, and one larger than the rest to allow a private

pavilion for Mr Percy Witherspoon An adjacent hut, less exposed to the

weather, affords extre of a

faucet in the wall and three watering-cans Each camp has a bath master

who stands on a stool and sprinkles each little shiverer as he trots

under Since our trustees WON'T give us enough bathtubs, we have to use

our wits

The three caanized into three tribes of Indians, each with

a chief of its own to answer for its conduct, Mr Witherspoon high chief

of all, and Dr MacRae thewith appropriate tribal cereh they