They abandoned their walnut beds
tor army cots as a sort of plutocratic
salute to the Boy Scouts of America,
and to search for the lost tans of
their boyhood outdoors. Grinning as
J though their hearts would break,
they set out to rough it for 36 hours
under the eyes of Teddy Roosevelt
the younger, son of the original
strenuous liver.
Critical eyes of 2,000 Boy Scouts
encamped at Dear mountain state
park will watch them to see how
they stand the gaff. The 14 mag
nates are sleeping in tents, a brief
drive from the colony of the sinfully
wealthy, because they are members
of the National Council of the Boy
Scouts of America, holding their an
nual pow-wow here Monday and
Tuesday.
The other 180 delegates are, per
haps. not rated millionaires by Dun's
or Bradstreet's, but they are equally
eager to see how a scout camp func
tions. and their spines are equally
sensative to the rigors of a canvas
couch. They are made of the same
highly plastic clay.
Easy Marks For ^atnr*.
A brisk inspection tour of the far
flung encampment Monday proved
that millionaires are as easy marks
for the whim* of nature as their
poorer brothers. This camp site
rests entirely on edge; half of it is
uphill, the other half downhill.
Consequently, when they had fin
ished trudging through mess halls
and past rows of tents and Boy
•Scouts who tried to hide their lthees,
the expensive trousers were baggy,
and the costly shoes sagged sideways
and the silk shirts clung to perspir
ing, bosoms.
