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A Scene at the Day Camp of the New York Tuberculosis Association OUTDOOR LIFE Volume XIX September, 1922 The Education of Everett SCENE I (As a devastating sandstorm whirls across the Arizona desert, three inmates of a sanatorium are damning those who write "literature" for the ubiquitous chamber of commerce. Each blast of wind fills their eyes with sand, and as they sputter they huddle closer to the sheets. Reading from left to right, as the society journals say, they are Felix G. Sawyer, an atrophied Adonis from Amherst, Mass.; William J. Wilkins, a decrepit doughboy from Dallas, Texas; and Lawrence J. Everett, a self-contained contractor from Cleveland. It is unanimously agreed among them that this is a helova country, that a fellow is a fool to believe all he reads, and that however serene things may be in the realm of Providence all is not right with the world. Wilkins, in disgust, has thrown down his 100% American Magazine, that tome of Uplift and Get-Ahead. Everett, who is up on sharp practises and who doesn't believe in wasting time on books because most things, even remotely connected with the Seven Arts, are to him pure bunk, finally comes to the defense of things ethically off color. He has been irritated by the tirade of Wilkins, as any contractor more shrewd than honest might have been in his place.) Evekett—Well, do you think they are runnin' these places for their health? WILKINS-No, for ours. EVERETT Smart Aleck, ain't you? Why don't you try runnin' a San? WILKINS-Why don't you keep a cow? All I ask them is to be honest about things. Here I have been here five months and I have seen more rotten weather than we have in a year in Dallas. Wind, sand, rain, 360 days of sunshine— SAWYER (who has been trying to read Conrad Aiken's "Punch-The Immortal Liar")— Say it with showers! No. 9 WILKINS (Intent on finishing)-Not only that, but they say that they get the best food obtainable. That's a fine line. The orderly told me that they used to buy firstrate stuff but now they specialize in thirdrate food. And the Super in his report tells how he kept down expenses by cutting out the meat course at supper! EVERETT (Unmoved by indignation, righteous or otherwise)-By the way, Sawyer, how about that box you expected? Never did come, did it? SAWYER-NO, the railroad strikers took it home to their starving chickens, I guess. WILKINS-Damn this sand! SAWYER-I've swallowed enough. I'm going indoors. Fresh air may be alright but fresh sand, that's something else again, Mawruss. EVERETT-Your a wise hombre. Guess I'll go in too. WILKINS-Same here. (They all slip into bathrobes and go indoors.) SCENE II (Inside, a bare room of compo board with a table in the center and no decorations such as one sees in the eastern sanatoria. The topic continues on Eats. There is speculation as to what they will have for supper. It is soon agreed that soup (which hardly errs on the side of thickness), rice, milk, bread and butter, and canned pears will about settle the feed. Everett bets Wilkins it will be canned peaches. Everett gets out a toddle top and Sawyer goes on with his book. Soon there is a banging at the door.) EVERETT (Slipping his gambling device into his pocket)-What the hell? IMPORTANT NOTICE TO SUBSCRIBERS When your subscription expires, renew at once. If it expires with this issue, your renewal must reach us before September 15 to avoid missing the next number. Use Money Order if possible, but bills or postage stamps may be sent. |