_You wait_, that's what I said to myself.
Gaylong said, "The trouble with us fellows is that we started our great and
glorious troop during the war. Everybody was organizing troops--France,
Germany, Uncle Sam, Italy--and we got lost in the shuffle. Too much
competition. We'll land rightside up yet. But when I look over that scout
magazine and see all the ads of things scouts want, it sort of makes me
discouraged. Knives, cameras, bicycles, canoes, magic lanterns, toy steam
engines, tin railroads, fancy memorandum books, electric motors, I suppose
I'm behind the times, but just about all we want is a little place to meet
in, and our scoutmaster back again and the price of a welcome for him,
that's all. That, and the woods."
"You said it," I told him. "You should worry about all those ads; they
have nothing to do with scouting. All they've got to do with scouting is
that they're good to kindle a camp-fire with. Scouting doesn't cost
anything when you once get started."
"It would cost about ten dollars a minute if some people had their way,"
he said.
"Sure," I said, "they'd have you looking like Santa Claus.
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