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Page 18 The Southern Israelite Our Next Mayor JAMES L. KEY HIS EXECUTIVE RECORD OF PUBLIC SERVICE IS HIS PLATFORM Election subject to the Democratic Primary Wednesday, June 18 Children’s Corner My Dear Children : I am saving all your nice letters and answers to my “riddle r« next time so that we will have room to continue our story. I | 10 p enjoyed it. If you have, let me know. If not—why not write one \ UI , .. send it in so that we can all enjoy it? With my love to you all, “SISTER MIRIAM- “THE RABBIT OF TROOP 15” (Continued) Every time Joan tied a knot that week, she murmured to herself “Oh jf i could only be on that team !” And when the next meeting day came sh ■ to her troop resolutely determined not to show her disappointment at 1> ' left out of the contest. The girls were all excited and simply bubbled until time for Miss Xfihle make the announcement. The whistle blew' sharply and, in an incredibly s k n . time, there was a quiet, eagerly attentive circle formed. “Well, girls,” smiled the Captain, “are you ready?” “Yes!” chorused the girls. “All except me,” thought Joan miserably. “There are to be three contests with eight girls in each.” said Miss \*ob “so I have decided to use all of you and everything will come out even.” Joan’s heart thumped until she felt certain they would all hear it—and shr remained in a delicious haze until she heard Miss Noble concluded her list with “Betty, Rosalind, Sarah, Charlotte, Mary, Helen, Ethel and Joan—knot-tying" “Oh. Miss Noble,” exclaimed Joan, “do you think I can? I am so awkwan at knots.” “Of course you can,” replied the Captain. “All you need is a little more speed; you get them all right, but you’re a bit slow.” Then in a louder ton she said, “Girls, before you begin to practice, remember this: both speed am! accuracy count, so be careful.” And such practicing! The girls signaled, and made beds and tied knots with unheard of zeal, atid by the following week their excitement was at its height Immediately after school they left in a jolly, laughing group for Mrs Town send’s Troop. As they walked along they chanted gleefully, "We’ll win tin picnic, we’ll win the picnic,” and their confidence seemed renewed at ear repetition of the words. Troop 8 received them warmly and for quite a while there was much laughter and comments as to the lucky winners. Finally the whistle blew—and the con tests began! “Girls,” said Mrs. Townsend, “we have agreed on these rules. Each eve is to be run as a relay. Each girl to get her share correct scores five point-, for speed and five points for accuracy. Bed making first—and Mrs. Carter am Miss Miller will judge.” Amid much cheering the contest began. The rival patrols lined up fifteen feet away from two cots and at the signal the first girls ran forward and mailt the beds—neatly and correctly. Then, after having their work checked, the\ stripped the bed and the next girl came forward. The teams worked with unbi lievable speed, and to the breathless observers, the contest seemed over in a \< short time. The judges conferred a minute and announced, ‘It was a tie. “Oh-h-h-h,” exclaimed the girls limply. Soon, however, they sprang mt action for the signaling. Fast and furiously they signaled, yet remembering t think each time lest they lose points for inaccuracy. To Joans eager min<. ^ signaling ended much too soon, and like all her companions, she listened i for the judges’ verdict. Miss Miller came forward with a smile. “Scouts,” she said, ‘it s up to knot-tiers if you want a picnic. The signaling was also a tie!” Now, indeed, was there cheering as the last teams took their place- hands were icy. “How will I ever tie knots?” she wondered. The judge stepped forward. “In this contest,” she said, “we will call » and as soon as you tie it, throw it on the floor. Then we will come 1 see whether or not it is done correctly.” "Ready, set, go—square knot!” called Mrs. Carter. The fingers flew to the merry chasers of their troop mates as k: 1 knot fell to the floor. Finally four knots had been tied and inspccti'>. ^ ^ was a tie again. The teams were waiting for the last signal—and ! ~ 5 shot it came—“sheep-shank.” Joan’s fingers stepped all over eac 1 as she gave a swift look down the line, she saw, to her dismay. 1 ^ already on the floor. And her knot was wrong, all wrong. Mon • clattering to the floor. Only Joan and her opponent were left. race,” she thought, her whole heart sick with shame. She rememlH Miss Noble had said about accuracy and she thought, “I can tie tha. I will—the race is over, anyhow.” And deliberately she untied her snar ^ of rope and slowdy tied the sheep-shank. She dropped it to the i ^ ^ noticed the judges had been waiting until she finished to begin CKC > ; ; ie : flushed, for she had thought the race over when her opponent 1 before her. (To be continued in our