Volley, hiking,—at our camp we do them all.
But these symbols
Don’t represent you;
There are other things
That you do,
And if you will watch our little show tonight,
We’ll give you a head band that’ll be right.”
The curtains were drawn together in the midst of the applause which welcomed the first appearance, but in a few moments were again parted and drawn aside. The audience for a second expected an encore or a new number, then saw the point as June shouted, “O, there’s the head band!” For across the stage at a convenient height and pinned upon the wall was an immense dark-blue “head band”, upon which had just been placed the customary M C with a small pine tree on each side. The golden symbols, like the program, were cut from yellow tablet paper.
“I get it,” said Jo. “They’re making a head band with our ‘Follies’.”
The first activity to be perpetuated in song was the “Marshmallow Roast” of the program. When the curtains were drawn, they disclosed in the foreground a camp fire made of sticks, in the center of which glowed a lighted lantern covered with red paper. Close to this sat the “marshmallow”, covered with white and occasionally shaking a white powder from the drapery, by which she was concealed. Frances stood back of her holding the stick on which she was supposed to be impaled. The tune was “Old Black Joe”.