55 Ruddock, Hay and Terry were enrolled, and we hope they will work hard for their 1st stars. The three sixers, Hart, Steele and Gilderdale, have all nearly gained their 1st stars. In spite of the rain we have managed to be out of doors a lot, and the tracking is improving, although none of us would like to trust ourselves in a jungle yet. We have also tried to sing a few rounds, with such success that we are seriously thinking of rivalling the School Choir ! The sixes are as follows :— Yellow :—Steele, Gowlett, Buckle, Chilman, Welburn. Red :—Gilderdale, Dench, Bocock, Andrew, Hay. :—Hart, Wharldall, Taylor, Terry, 1;c1dock. Ruddock.
be Duke of Elork's Camp, 1933. AT SOUTHWOLD. It was a rather quiet 400 who arrived at Southwold on Saturday, August 3rd, 1935. Nobody knew each other and no one was sure of the coming events. Sunday was similar, peace and quiet reigning all day. Monday, however, started the real life in camp with the Inter-section Tournaments at 9 a.m. (There were 20 Sections of 20 campers each, divided into five groups of 4 Sections.) The first event was a home-made game of foot and hand net-ball. This was an extremely masculine type of net-ball, as there were no boundaries, and only three rules, which in no way hampered the speed of the game. Someone described it as " legalised manslaughter," and as the ground was second-cousin to cement, the statement remained correct. However, nobody minded that. Three other games were played as well, different games each morning, and a somewhat miraculous system of scoring calculated the position of each Section at the end of the day. After this we bathed, under the watchful eyes of two fishermen, who warned us of tides and currents. As soon as the bathe was over, we rushed to the " Biscuit King," who sat enthroned on a pile of empty tins doling out his wares. Lunch was always a jolly meal, but woe betide the camper who came in late, for 399 hungry youths would howl until he stood on the table and acknowledged any remark directed at him. The afternoon was spent in either recuperating from the morning's efforts or consolidating them in the Canteen. In the evening there was always a game to play in or watch, as some groups generally challenged the day's winner at foot and hand. Those able to walk after this went down and bathed, those who were not, visited the doctor. Every evening at 8 there was a concert in the Concert Tent. The rush for respectable seats after supper made the campers look like a swarm of bees in some Mickey Mouse cartoon. After this we went to our tent and formulated some new method of keeping blankets and paliasse together. When this was done, we slept.
