So then, as long as it was Saturday and we couldn’t do any more that day, we decided to go up to my house and send invitations to all the troops in the different towns near Bridgeboro. Pee-wee wanted to go around like Paul Revere and notify them all, but I said no, because I knew he’d only end up in some candy store miles and miles from home.
This was the invitation we sent. It’s kind of crazy, but what did we care, because in my patrol we’re all crazy anyway. We ought to be called the Squirrels instead of the Silver Foxes, because we’re all nutty.
Scouts, Attention!
Shoulder your trusty appetites and march to Bridgeboro
on Saturday next, April 17th, to reënforce your brother
scouts of the 1st Bridgeboro troop in a daring enterprise.
Come hungry! Don’t eat on the way! Rally in Downing’s
lot near Bridgeboro Station at 10 A. M.
Ask not the reason why
Here’s but to do or die.