Tennis Report
After only one week, the tennis program is off to an exciting start.
With the addition of new leaded tapes and a new roller, the courts
appear to be in fine shape. Such beginners as Mark Rogers, Curtis Rist,
Jim Schmutz, and Pete Macabe have shown great promise in learning the
fundamental strokes.
Additionally, with the aid of fine weather and the excellent coaching of
John "really" Brearly and Andy "Rocky" Bershad, the courts have been
busy throughout the day. More interest has been shown than in previous
years, with nearly half the camp signing up for tennis. As a result, the
number of classes has been increased to five, with eight players in
most of them.
In short, all should have a fun and constructive summer on the tennis courts.
Andy Bershad
A Close Call
By Adam Owett & Scott Shostak
It was a cool summer night at the waterfront, a few of us slept around
the fire (some closer than others). In fact, one camper was sleeping
with half his sleeping bag in the fire!
This unbelievable camper slept while his sleeping bag was aflame. Even
once he was awakened and told about his sleeping bag, he just coughed
and started back to sleep! He finally woke with a big surprise saw that
his sleeping bag had a hole in it as big as any normal LP record. Now we
will tell you who this unbelievable camper is: Mark Schlossman!
The Big Hunt
Thursday night the lower camp participated in the first big scavenger
hunt of the 1971 camp season. As the opening whistle sounded, everyone
charged out of the clearing and into the woods, in search of
salamanders, worms, and used BBs.
Tim Joyce was one of the first contestants to come racing back to the
clearing , after counting the number of canoes at the waterfront, and
finding a huge toad in the process. Teddy Forbath found five different
leaves, a piece of moss, and a skyhook! But the going got tough as the
articles came in. Greg Vogel was seen chasing a moth across the
clearing, while Scott Orr looked everywhere for a mosquito. Finally unit
seven completed the list and the searchers retires, weary but happy.
Camp is Saddened
Bill Kinney, friend of all and Camp Susquehanna's own favorite disc
jockey, passed away in his sleep Thursday morning, July 1st at his home
in Johnson City, New York. Bill was seventy-one years old last October. A
professional boxer in his younger days, Bill was a referee for many
years following his retirement from the ring. For over forty years he
operated a machine in a shoe factory in Johnson City. Following his
retirement from manufacturing shoes, Bill and his wife Hatch, a
Registered Nurse decided to spend their summers with young people. Bill
became an Administrative Assistant at Camp Susquehanna in 1968, and has
been in charge of the Program Office each season since then. His
friendly nature and fantastic announcements on the public address system
will long be remembered by everyone who has known him at Camp
Susquehanna, and is missed by all. Mrs. Kinney plans to return to the
camp infirmary a little later this season.
The Story of the Break-In
Last Fall as we were driving up to camp we saw a light in the 'A'
building. When we stopped at the end of the walk, a kid ran by our car,
and we tried to get Gina to go after him. When my father went into the
building, he caught one of the boys, and found out who both of them
were. We called the police, and then had to clean up the 'A' building.
They got into everything from a first aid kit to clothes. They rammed
the Jolly Green into the kitchen gate, and drove it without water so we
had to get a new motor for it. They ruined the VW bus, and they got into
some candy left in the canteen. We found that they had scrambled some
eggs in a popcorn popper, and ate a box of Slim Jims while watching TV
in the back room. The boys were 13 and 14 years old, and we had been
talking to one of them just before we closed camp. He knew when we were
leaving, and they broke in a day or two later.
Program Office Orderlies
A new opportunity has opened for Susquehanna campers this year, the
chance to be a Program Office Orderly. Orderlies will usually work in
teams of two, serving for one hour at a time. The hour of duty will be
during free period or the time just before lunch or dinner. While on
duty, Program Office Orderlies will make announcements, will play the
record of bugle calls for the program schedule, and will be in charge of
the switchboard. Only those campers designated as Program Office
Orderlies will be allowed to serve. If you have not signed up, and wish
to be an Orderly, see Mr. Schroder at the Office.
Next Week
Read the true life adventure story in next week's Lookout - "A Camp
Comes to Camp" or "Lash's Ace Trucking Company gets Moving" or "Hey, Ma!
Dig that Crazy House Trailer with Two Guys Playing Hockey on the Roof".
It's unbelievable, fantastic, impossible, it's Lash.
Musing with Michelson
With Eric Michelson (Our roving reporter)
To usher in the only full month of camping of the season of '71,
Thursday we suffered the worst thunderstorm since the flood of '69, when
half of the lake road (the road leading from the main camp to Camp
Equinita to the lake in which we swim) was deposited on our waterfront
beach. That was also the year when campers, as well as the counselors,
C.I.T.s, and the directors all gathered around the flagpole on their
knees and started a ritual of praying to the Almighty (whoever he might
be) to please stop the raining.
But we really got hit with a doozer. It all started at approximately
2:10 in the afternoon, with a few flashes of lightning here and there,
along with an occasional role of thunder. There was no noticeable
precipitation.
At about 2:30, the cloud above us decided to take all its tension out of
poor, defenseless us. Of course, we were overwhelmed. (Wouldn't you
be?) Visibility was limited to our nasal arches, and to complicate
matters, you couldn't walk any faster or farther than one tiny step.
(May I?) Lightning flashed all over the place, here, there, and
everywhere. It frequently hit trees in the woods around us. The rain
then thundered down in bucketfulls, with only a few breaks here and
there where the rain came down as a drizzle.
Turning to the human relations side of the rain, I asked several campers
what they thought about the rain. Danny Myers said, "It's very dull
looking, but, uh, this camp needs it. I think it needs it now, it hasn't
been raining."
Bobby Dobbs replied, "I think it is good."
Jose Carrera said while reading a comic book (Superman #210 Oct., for
all you collectors out there) "It is cold and wetty." You can tell he
really put a lot of thought into that answer.
I am sure that campers here at Susquehanna look forward to another storm
of this calibre to get away from the pedestrian incumberants of the
routine camp schedule.
Eric Michelson
Unit Day Impressions...
First we went on a hike. We all got tired and Todd Schroder found a
toad. We went to a stone quarry, but had to be careful in case of
snakes. It was hot, so we came back to camp and went swimming. We had
hamburgers for our cookout.
- Phil Halpern (7 1/2)
We went to Barn Number Two. We played a game, and I saw a moonshiner
when I got up at twelve o'clock. He walked towards the barn in a little
lot where there was tall grass. And then we got up in the morning and we
walked back to camp, and took a shower, and then ate breakfast.
- Billy Doolittle (10)
