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    A Day at Camp Killkare
    or
    Aunt Jane and the Campfire Girls.

    BY
    ELSIE DUNCAN YALE

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    _PRICE 15 CENTS_

    Eldridge Entertainment House
    Franklin, Ohio




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    A DAY AT CAMP KILLKARE

    —OR—

    Aunt Jane and the Campfire Girls.


    By ELSIE DUNCAN YALE.

    Copyright, 1915, Eldridge Entertainment House.


    PUBLISHED BY
    ELDRIDGE ENTERTAINMENT HOUSE,
    FRANKLIN, OHIO.




SCENE.


The scenery is the same for both acts. If given out doors select
if possible a place among trees or large bushes. One tent will be
sufficient to represent the camp, and only a portion of this need be
visible. A hammock with bright colored cushions will add to the effect.
Have one or two camp stools, a sketching outfit, and a Kodak near the
tent.

If the play is given indoors small trees or leafy branches placed in
buckets of sand may be used to represent the woods. Cover the floor
with brown denim or linen, and scatter leaves, pineneedles and cones
upon it.

The campers wear middy blouses with short dark skirts or bloomers. Miss
Morgan’s costume is similar except that her skirt is longer.

Lucille and Miss Pickett wear any costume appropriate for motoring and
the latter carries a lorgnette.




_Characters._


    Bettie }
    Ruth   }
    Hilda  } Campers.
    Hope   }
    Kitty  }

Miss Morgan, a teacher in charge of the camp.

Miss Pickett, an elderly lady who disapproves of camps.

Lucille, her niece.


Suggestions.

The character of Miss Pickett offers great opportunity for comedy, as
much of the success of the play will depend upon her ability to be
serious, yet funny. Her efforts to keep up with the girls in their
drills and exercises, her ludicrous appearance in the misfit costume
in the second scene should make a hit. A little musical program
interpolated at any point or points the director sees fit will add to
the enjoyment and lengthen the play. “I Can’t Do a Thing With My Hair
Since It’s Washed,” an action song for young ladies, price 25 cents,
will fit admirably in this play.

Drills may be introduced in the second act if desired, a bow and arrow
drill, or dumb bell drill being especially appropriate.

A brief program of songs and recitations may also be included in the
second act.




A Day at Camp Killkare.


SCENE I.

_As the curtain rises girls are seen seated, Hilda embroidering, Ruth
busy with raffia, Hope making a basket. Enter Kitty._

_Kitty._ Look at the industry on a warm morning. I’ll be the sluggard.
(_Seats herself in the hammock and opens a book._) How’s the fancy
work, Hilda?

_Hilda._ I wish the old thing was done. Carolyn sails next week and I
want this traveling case to be finished in time.

_Hope._ I wish I were going on a nice trip like Carolyn.

_Kitty._ Uncle Fred went to Europe last summer, and he said he was
simply tired of the everlasting tipping. Finally he saw a sign in his
room at the hotel, “Please tip the basin after using,” and he said he
drew the line there.

_Hilda._ I’d love the ocean voyage, and I know I wouldn’t be afraid,
even in a storm. Mother told me that when she went over, there was
an old lady who was terribly nervous, and each day she pestered the
captain, asking him how far it was to land. Finally one day he answered
her politely, “Five miles, madam.” She was delighted and asked very
eagerly “where?” and he told her “straight down below our keel, madam.”

_Kitty._ Uncle Fred wasn’t a bit seasick, but one day on deck a man
and his wife were near him, all bundled up in their steamer chairs and
looking terribly woebegone. Their little boy was playing around full
of mischief, and the mother said feebly, “Papa, won’t you speak to
Willie?” And papa said just as feebly, “How do you do, Willie?”

_Ruth._ Well, I don’t like troublesome children. I had to take care of
Cousin Julia’s baby all one afternoon and he did nothing but cry. So I
let him cry into the phonograph, so that when he grew up he could hear
what a troublesome baby he had been.

_Kitty._ I ought to be studying, seeing as I flunked in history this
June.

_Hope._ I don’t believe you know a thing about history, Kit.

_Kitty._ Yes, I do. I know that when the great patriot, Nathan Hale,
was about to be executed he said, “Would that I were a cat that I might
have nine lives to give to my country.”

_Hope._ Where’s Betty?

_Ruth._ Gone for the mail.

_Hilda._ Miss Morgan with her?

_Hope._ No, Miss Morgan went down to the lake to sketch.

_Kitty._ I wish I were an artist. I tried to paint a sunset once, but
the family thought it was a tomato omelet, so I forebore.

_Ruth._ Betty’s taking her time with the mail.

_Hope._ I gave her five cents for lollypops.

_Kitty._ I gave her ten. What’s camp without lollypops?

    (_Distant call is heard “Wohelo.”_)

_Girls._ (_reply_) Wohelo.

    (_Enter Miss Morgan with sketching outfit._)

_Miss Morgan._ Did I hear Betty call?

_Ruth._ Yes, she’s just coming up the path.

    (_Enter Betty with mail bag slung over her shoulder._)

_Betty._ (_Wiping her forehead._) Whew, it’s a warm day.

_Hope._ (_Reaching for mail bag._) Here, hand over the letters like a
nice lady.

    (_Girls crowd around Betty._)

_Betty._ (_waving them back._) Stand back, ladies, and show some
respect for the representative of the postal system of our nation.
_I’ll_ distribute the mail.

_Hilda._ I hope I got a letter.

_Betty._ You don’t deserve one for you only write postals.

_Hilda._ I only wrote two last week.

_Betty._ (_distributing mail_) Miss Hope Harwood.

_Hope._ Oh, that’s from mother.

_Betty._ Miss Morgan, two letters and a paper.

_Miss Morgan._ Thank you, Betty.

_Betty._ What an example! Miss Morgan is the only one who has thanked
me for bringing her letters up a steep mountain path beset by tiger
lillies, dandelions, foxglove, wolfsbane and every flower carrying a
pistil.

_Kitty._ Go on and pass out the mail.

_Betty._ Miss Kitty Carroll, Miss Ruth Scott. That’s all but the
lollypops and here they are.

_Hope._ Did you get my stamps?

_Betty._ Oh no, I forgot them.

_Hope._ You said you’d surely remember and you tied a knot in your
handkerchief.

_Betty._ Well it was a forget-me-knot that time.

_Ruth._ Oh, isn’t this a pity? Lucille can’t come. Her aunt’s going to
take her on a motor trip.

_Kitty._ Motor trip? I should think that would be lovely.

_Ruth._ Not a motor trip a la Aunt Jane. Aunt Camilla and Uncle Samuel
will go along. Lucille and the two aunts will sit squeezed together
on the back seat, and the conversation will be exclusively devoted to
nervous dyspepsia and sciatica. When Uncle Samuel can get a word in
edgewise he will pipe up about the wholesale price of lard and pork.

_Hilda._ Lovely prospect for Lucille.

_Miss Morgan._ Girls, I have good news for you. I have a letter from
Miss Pickett, Lucille’s Aunt Jane, and she writes that she has decided
to surprise Lucille. They will stop here and visit us for a day on
their way to join Mr. and Mrs. Brown.

_Kitty._ That’s Uncle Samuel and Aunt Camilla of pork and lard fame.

_Betty._ Hooray, girls!

_Miss Morgan._ She sent me a special delivery letter which for some
reason was not delivered last night.

_Betty._ The postmaster told me he was already to go to lodge, so he
thought the letter could wait till morning.

_Kitty._ He was as bad as the telegraph operator at Birchwood last
summer. Uncle’s partner sent him a code message, and the operator never
delivered it. He said “It didn’t make no sense so he didn’t see no use
of walking two miles with it.”

_Hilda._ When is Lucille coming, Miss Morgan?

_Miss Morgan._ The fourteenth—why that’s today.

_Betty._ Dear me, girls, we must hurry and get this place fixed up.

_Miss Morgan._ Are your tents in order? They were at inspection this
morning but they’ve had time to get disarranged.

_Kitty._ Mine is spick and span. I believe in a place for everything
and everything in its place.

_Ruth._ And that place is the tray of your trunk.

_Kitty._ Well, what’s the objection to that? When I want a ribbon or a
belt I simply stir up a bit like this (_gesture_) till it comes to the
surface.

_Hilda._ Aunt Jane is horribly tidy and terribly particular.

_Betty._ You’re right there. She took the dust out of industrious.

_Miss Morgan._ Better pick up those few papers, girls.

_Hope._ Sure. Let’s lay out some plain sewing and a few improving
books, so as to give a good impression.

    (_Sound of motor horn._)

_Ruth._ Oh, there’s the car, come on girls and meet them.

    (_Exit girls;_)

(_Miss Morgan glances in tent, straightens pillows in hammock, and puts
away her sketching outfit._)

_Miss Morgan._ I do hope that we can impress Miss Pickett favorably so
that she will allow Lucille to stay with us, but that is a little too
much to expect. Poor child, I believe her aunt would like to send her
to an old-fashioned boarding school, if she could find one, and have
her taught to make alum baskets and play the Maiden’s Prayer.

(_Enter Miss Pickett, Lucille and campers._)

_Miss Pickett._ This is a terrible hill. It will give me nervous
dyspepsia or sciatica or both.

_Miss Morgan._ Miss Pickett, we are delighted to see you at our
camp.... (_Kisses Lucille_) Lucille, dear, this is lovely.

_Betty._ Isn’t this great to have Lucille here?

_Kitty._ (_politely_) And Miss Pickett.

(_Girls assist Miss Pickett and Lucille to remove their wraps._)

_Miss Morgan._ Did you have a pleasant trip?

_Miss Pickett._ It was quite tiresome for we lost our way. All the
guide posts told us to use Scrubit Soap or Purple Pills for Pale
People. Then for the last half hour when they did condescend to mention
Pineville, it was always the same distance. First it was eight miles
to Pineville, then after riding ten minutes it was eight miles to
Pineville, and then after fifteen minutes it was still eight miles to
Pineville. The chauffeur was quite impertinent, for he said, “Thank
goodness, we are holding our own anyway.”

_Miss Morgan._ How very annoying.

_Miss Pickett._ Well, Lucille was so set on coming that I decided to
let her have a day of it. Though for the life of me I can’t see the
fun of having spiders crawl over you while you sleep, and ants in the
coffee, and eating canned stuff for weeks. I will say frankly it is not
my idea of a ladylike vacation.

_Miss Morgan._ We certainly appreciate your kindness in bringing
Lucille when it caused you so much inconvenience.

_Betty._ Miss Pickett may I lend Lucille a middy blouse and skirt for
the day?

_Miss Pickett._ Well, to tell the truth I never approved of that
costume. The middies, as you call them, remind me of the way the
Chinese laundrymen wear their clothes. I like a dress neatly belted in.

_Kitty._ But Lucille might spoil her suit.

_Betty._ It is such a stylish suit. Did you have it made in New York?

_Miss Pickett._ (_pleased_) No, the dressmaker made it under my
supervision. Very well, Lucille, you may accept Betty’s offer.

_Miss Morgan._ Miss Pickett suppose you and I go down to the lake where
it is cooler.

_Kitty._ Oh, that will be lovely, Miss Morgan, take her out in the
canoe.

_Miss Pickett._ No indeed. My nephew Robert has one, and on one
occasion he wished to have a discussion with his father. My brother
Jonas is quick tempered and will never listen to argument so Robert
invited him out in his canoe, and when he had Jonas out in the middle
of the river he opened up the subject. Poor Jonas didn’t dare to walk
up and down the way he usually does, but he had to sit still and
listen calmly for Robert warned him that the canoe would upset at the
slightest motion.

_Hilda._ It was very diplomatic of Robert.

_Miss Morgan._ We can sit by the lake and enjoy the breezes.

_Lucille._ And hear the very latest in the line of dyspepsia and
sciatica.

_Miss Pickett._ Well Lucille, you may accept Betty’s kind offer of a
middy blouse and skirt. Hang your coat carefully on a hanger and don’t
fall into the lake whatever you do.

_Hope._ (_softly_) Hang your clothes on a hickory limb but don’t go
near the water.

_Betty._ Come on girls for we must crowd two weeks’ fun into a single
day.

    (_Exit All_)




SCENE II


(_Ruth seated with raffia work, enter other girls laughing._)

_Kitty._ Oh Ruth what do you suppose has happened?

_Hope._ Oh I couldn’t keep my face straight.

_Hilda._ It was perfectly awful.

_Hope._ I was scared.

_Kitty._ Scared nothing. The water was only a foot deep.

_Ruth._ Well won’t you tell a person what’s happened?

_Hilda._ Mercy Ruth didn’t you hear the screams yourself?

_Kitty._ Where were your ears?

_Ruth._ (_irritated_) You girls make me tired. Can’t you tell me what
happened?

_Kitty._ Hope you tell.

_Hope._ Well Aunt Jane went down to the lake with Miss Morgan as she
said she would. Then she took a notion to walk around it. That’s scene
two. Scene three she saw a water lily near the edge that she wanted,
and she reached for it and slipped in. The water was only a foot deep
but of course she got wringing wet. She set up a S. O. S. call or
whatever the latest wireless is and Betty and Lucille rushed to the
rescue. First aid to the injured you know.

_Hilda._ Of course poor Aunt Jane was soaking wet, and then the
question was what to do?

_Ruth._ Couldn’t you girls have gone to the village to get dry clothing
from her suit case?

_Kitty._ Nix. For she had let the chauffeur go to Cherry Valley to see
his mother.

_Hope._ Aunt Jane wanted a blanket wrapper, for of course Miss Morgan’s
clothes wouldn’t fit her.

_Hilda._ Just imagine how hilarious it would be to see Aunty sitting
around all day in a blanket wrapper and worsted slippers.

_Hope._ But Betty came to the rescue. She actually coaxed Aunt Jane to
accept the loan of a middy blouse and skirt to wear for the rest of the
day while her clothes dried in the sun.

_Ruth._ Miss Pickett in a middy blouse. Where’s my Kodak?

_Hope._ Oh we’ve all got to behave ourselves I can tell you, for if we
don’t look out Miss Pickett will get so soured on camps, she won’t let
Lucille even mention the word.

_Kitty._ I’ll tell you what we must do. Betty is dressing auntie up in
camp clothes, and we must do our best to make her have a nice day, and
convert her to the joys of camping. She’s mad as a wet hen now.

_Hope._ Well we’ll all try our best to rejuvenate her and give her a
jolly day.

(_Enter Miss Morgan, Miss Pickett, Betty, Lucille. Miss Pickett is
dressed ridiculously in middy blouse, too small for her and a short
skirt._)

_Kitty._ Why Miss Pickett how nice you look!

_Miss Pickett._ Nice in this scandalous costume! I’m glad that the
Ladies Aid Society and the Civic club can’t see me.

_Betty._ Now Aunt Jane—excuse me—but I wish you’d let me call you
that—believe me that red is becoming to you, very. Isn’t it girls?

_Miss Morgan._ And the costume is comfortable too.

_Miss Pickett._ Yes I admit that.

_Kitty._ I have a proposition to make, Aunt Jane. Can’t I call you
that, too?

_Miss Pickett._ Why yes, you may if you wish.

_Kitty._ Oh lovely! Well this is my idea. You be a regular camper
today, for we want you to see just what jolly good times we have.

_Miss Pickett._ Mercy sakes, do you want me to do high diving and walk
ten miles, and eat fish blackened over a wood fire?

_Ruth._ Oh that isn’t camping. We lead the simple life, not the
strenuous one.

_Betty._ I think it would be lovely for her to spend a day just exactly
as we spend it.

_Ruth._ Go through the whole program you know.

_Miss Morgan._ Well, somewhat modified.

_Hilda._ Our first stunt is putting our tents in order.

_Miss Pickett._ Stunt!

_Ruth._ (_explaining_) Stunt means—well, a task, an accomplishment.

_Kitty._ Hope’s tent is the banner one. It’s all plastered up with
mottoes.

_Hilda._ I was going to fix up Hope’s bed pie-fashion one time, and
when I hesitated at the door, I saw her motto “Do it now” so I did.

_Miss Pickett._ I am sure I could pass an examination in orderliness.

_Lucille._ Aunt Jane is the most spick and span housekeeper you ever
saw.

_Betty._ Well we can put down credits for that then.

_Ruth._ After tent inspection we have a wand drill, to make us
graceful. Let’s have that.

_Miss Pickett._ Oh girls you must excuse me from that.

_Betty._ Come Aunt Jane, you’ll enjoy it.

_Hope._ It’s just the thing for sciatica.

_Hilda._ And for nervous dyspepsia.

_Miss Pickett._ Well I suppose I might as well be—

_Betty._ A sport.

_Kitty._ I’ll get the wands and you lead us, Miss Morgan.

_Ruth._ Lucille, you come on too. It’s the same drill we had at school.

(_Wand drill, in which Miss Pickett follows awkwardly the motions of
the girls._)

_Betty._ That is fine, you did splendidly. If you did that every day
you’d never have nervous dyspepsia.

_Kitty._ Now while we rest we have half an hour for mending.

_Miss Pickett._ Why, do you girls sew up here?

_Miss Morgan._ Certainly they do. They keep their clothing all in good
repair.

_Miss Pickett._ I quite approve of that.

_Ruth._ You should see us wash blouses too.

_Hope._ We go down to the lake and pick out a nice flat rock.

_Kitty._ Then we soak our blouses awhile and then scrub them on the
rock with a nail brush.

_Betty._ And hang them up to dry on the trees—that old tree over there
usually.

_Miss Pickett._ What a beautiful old oak. I wonder what it would say if
it could speak.

_Kitty._ (_quietly_) It would probably say “I am a maple.”

_Betty._ Now we’ll consider our mending time done, and next is the
swimming hour.

_Miss Pickett._ Never.

_Lucille._ I’m crazy to learn to swim Aunt Jane.

_Betty._ Why if you can’t swim you miss half your life and sometimes
all of it.

_Ruth._ I was down at the swimming pool at home one day and Mrs. Brent,
she is terribly rich you know brought down her little dog and told the
man she wanted her dog to learn to swim. So the man took the doggie and
tossed him into the pool and doggie paddled back, of course. Then the
man rubbed him with a Turkish towel, and told Mrs. Brent that was the
first lesson and the charge was fifty cents and to bring the dog twice
a week for six weeks.

_Betty._ Let’s have the land practice Miss Morgan, the way we did when
we were learning.

_Miss Pickett._ Land practice?

_Miss Morgan._ The girls are taught the motions of swimming before they
go in the water.

_Betty._ Come on, Aunt Jane, this is good for sciatica.

_Ruth._ And nervous dyspepsia.

_Kitty._ Ready for practice girls, form in line.

(_Girls go through land practice in swimming. Miss Pickett following
awkwardly. This is a sort of gymnastic exercise. Girls wave arms in
unison as in swimming, using the different strokes, lifting first one
foot and then the other, with occasional kicks. Miss Pickett’s efforts
to follow them can be made very funny._)

_Aunt Jane._ How unspeakably grotesque. I am certainly glad that my
neighbors and the members of the Civic Club could not see me.

_Lucille._ I think it’s great. I know I could learn to swim real soon.

_Ruth._ But just see how much better you feel.

_Kitty._ Why you have a nice color in your face.

_Hilda._ And your hair is getting wavy all around your face.

_Lucille._ (_aside_) Half the morning gone and Aunt Jane hasn’t
mentioned nerves. What’s going to happen?

_Miss Morgan._ Now I think our guest had better rest.

_Betty._ Why I was going to propose a hike. Let’s take a tramp to
Blueberry Hill?

_Miss Pickett._ Dear me, do you have tramps here?

_Miss Morgan._ No indeed, a walk, Betty means.

_Betty._ A hike is the correct term. We pack up a lunch and then go for
a little stroll of ten miles.

_Miss Pickett._ I believe in walking every day, and each morning I walk
three blocks to market. The other morning a young bride was doing her
buying, and I heard her ask the butcher for an eighth of lamb, as a
quarter was too much.

_Ruth._ Mother heard a woman complain to the butcher that the lamb was
a little spoiled and the butcher said “No wonder ma’am that lamb was a
great pet of my children’s and I was afraid they’d spoil it.”

_Betty._ Well Aunt Jane, we can’t give you a credit for hiking on the
strength of three blocks to the butchers’ but if you lived with us any
length of time we’d have you a champion.

_Kitty._ We aren’t always so strenuous, Miss Pickett. We embroider.

_Hope._ And we do basketry, see what I’m making for mother.

_Ruth._ And we work with raffia, too. Isn’t this a pretty bag?

_Miss Pickett._ Your work is very creditable indeed. My mother when she
was a girl made alum baskets and wax flowers, and wreaths from the hair
of relatives, but these are prettier.

_Lucille._ That’s a compliment. Your basket is prettier than the
camelias made from Aunt Susan’s back hair.

_Miss Morgan._ I think you girls are forgetting the most important
feature of all.

_Kitty._ (_counting on her fingers_) Hiking, swimming, drill—

_Betty._ Dinner!

_Lucille._ I was hoping some one would mention that.

_Miss Morgan._ Ruth and Hope are the dinner girls this week.

_Ruth._ Well, we’ll try to do ourselves proud. (_Exit with Hope._)

_Miss Pickett._ I confess I am hungry.

_Hilda._ Ruth is our star cook.

_Kitty._ She is economical too. She can make an omelet for ten people
with two eggs and a bicycle pump.

_Lucille._ I smell lamb chops.

_Betty._ Yes the girls are broiling them in the cornpopper.

_Miss Pickett._ How resourceful.

_Hope._ (_outside._) Mercy there’s a spider on the custard. Pick it out
Ruth, I’m busy, for there are a dozen ants in the sugar bowl.

_Miss Pickett._ How dreadful.

_Hope._ (_outside._) Oh my nice cream cake. A toad jumped right in the
middle of the meringue. I’ll smooth it over, it will never show.

_Miss Pickett._ How terrible.

_Betty._ Don’t worry, Aunt Jane, the girls are only teasing.

_Hope._ (_outside._) I guess we can serve now.

(_Enter Ruth and Hope in caps and aprons._)

_Hope._ Dinner, ladies.

_Betty._ Aunt Jane, I heard your scoffing words about the prevalence of
ants at picnic tables, and I can assure you that you will be the only
aunt who graces our festal board.

_Kitty._ Aunt Jane, you look lots better than when you came this
morning. Tell me honestly haven’t you enjoyed it?

_Miss Pickett._ I believe you have given me a very fair initiation into
camp life.

_Hilda._ All but the hikes and watermelon picnics and campfire stunts.

_Ruth._ Well, those can be counted as a post graduate course.

_Miss Pickett._ I understand that camper Fire girls not only stand for
neatness—

_Kitty._ Ruth, make a bow.

(_Ruth bows._)

_Miss Pickett._ —and orderliness—

_Hilda._ Like mending our clothes,

_Miss Pickett._ —and courage.

_Betty._ That means me for rescuing you, Aunt Jane.

(_Kitty fastens the top of a tin can to Betty’s blouse._)

_Kitty._ The Carnegie medal for heroism, my dear.

_Miss Pickett._ But also for kindly deeds.

_Ruth._ (_aside_) Those chops will be stone cold.

_Miss Pickett._ To finish my speech you are kindly helping me make.
I believe that campers also stand for kindly deeds, so I wish you to
remember me by one. (_Turns to Lucille._) Lucille, my dear, with Miss
Morgan’s permission you may spend the remainder of the summer here, and
I will send at once for suitable clothes for you.

_Betty._ Three cheers for Aunt Jane.

(_Campers give Wohelo call._)




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A comedy in two acts. Here is a rollicking play for eight or more boys
with plenty of action. Just the thing for a Boys’ Class or Junior Y.
M. C. A. Easily staged and costumed. Opportunity for introduction of
musical numbers and recitations. By introducing such features the play
may be used for an entire evening’s entertainment.

    =Price 25 Cents=

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“Up Caesar’s Creek”

A splendid play for any number of boys. The characters are real boys
and the play deals with their experiences while camping up Caesar’s
Creek the performance closing with a minstrel show in camp. Costumes
and scenery are not elaborate and the play may be produced on any stage.

    =Price 25 Cents=

These comedies are protected by copyright, but permission for amateur
production is granted with the purchase of the book.

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    =ELDRIDGE ENTERTAINMENT HOUSE=
    =Franklin, Ohio=

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Transcriber’s Notes:

Obvious punctuation errors repaired.

Page 3, “similiar” changed to “similar” (Morgan’s costume is similar)

Page 10, “Pickettt” changed to “Pickett” (_Miss Pickett._ Well, to)

Page 15, “propably” changed to “probably” (It would probably say)

Page 15, repeated word “is” removed from text (she is terribly rich)

Page 19, “Wahelo” changed to “Wohelo” (Campers give Wohelo call)

Back cover, sticker over word “BOYS” in title. Word found in another
copy of the same ad.





End of Project Gutenberg's A Day at Camp Killkare, by Elsie Duncan Yale