Dear Group, I'm still in a nostalgic mood and since I had dug out my old scrapbook to tell you the dance card story, I leafed through the pages of the scrapbook this evening. And there was the autograph book that I had with taken with me to Girl Scout Camp at Zoar Valley, near Gowanda, Cattaraugus County, NY. Oh, Lordy, what a bunch of memories and history that autograph book contains! In the first place, the year was 1942 during WWII and it appears that my baby brother at some point had gotten his hands on it and with pencil in hand personally "autographed" a number of pages himself with his scribbles. Baby Brother will turn 60 this year! It's an official Girl Scout Autograph Book. It's green and has the official gold Girl Scout emblem on the cover. And in between Baby Brother's scribbles, the following are some of the sentiments that were written. Do any of them bring back memories of autograph books that you still have?? :-) 2 Ys UR, 2Ys U B. I C U R 2 Ys 4 me. Your Camp friend, "Skip" Hall, July 16, 1942. Roses are red, violets are blue. Sugar is sweet but it's scare too. Your Camper, Dolores Kania [Note: DeeDee and I graduated together in the Class of '49, Niagara Falls High School] Zoar Valley Camp, July 27, 1942, Dear Vee, If I were a bunny and had a tail of fluff, I'd sit upon your dresser and be your powder puff. Yetta Haber. (And then she drew a sketch of three cute little bunnies. Yetta was one of our camp counselors as I recall.) Nada wrote, Yours till silk stocking stop running and walk. Florence Daloisio wrote, You are too dumb to be forgotten. (signed "Flopsy") Barbara wrote, Roses are red, violets are blue, rubber is scarce and so are you. Jane Wilson wrote, When you get married and your husband gets cross, pick up the rolling pin and say I'M BOSS! (signed "Bewilda") Chris wrote, Dear Vee, Whoever steels this book of knowledge shall graduate from Sing Sing College, Yours till Saratoga Springs, Love Chris. Table "4" (Remember?) [referring to the table we were assigned to in the camp dining hall] Jan wrote, I'm the girl from the city, I'm the girl from the town, I'm the girl who spoiled your book by writing upside down. Your friend, Jan. Jennie wrote, Beware of boys with eyes of blue, they take a kiss and ask for two. Beware of boys with eyes of green, they take a kiss behind a screen. Beware of boys with eyes of black, they take a kiss behind your back. Beware of boys with eyes of brown, they take a kiss and turn you down. Jennie, Yours till the powder puffs. Her sister Lottie wrote, Policeman, Policeman, do your duty. Here comes Vee, the bathing beauty. Jean wrote, Vee, Vee, in the tub. Mother forgot to put in the plug. Oh my goodness, Oh my soul, there goes Vee down the hole. But there was one very special autograph that I got before I graduated from the sixth grade at Maple Avenue School in Niagara Falls and went on to North Junior High School in 1943. It was the autograph of the kindergarten teacher that I had had seven years before, Miss Pickett. This is what she wrote on June 15, 1943. Stained glass windows make the light, like songs of beauty from the sun. Life could shine through us like that-you and me and everyone. Marguerite M. Pickett. I had remembered her for so many years as a scrawny old maid school teacher with no life whatsoever. It's funny how you can catch a glimpse into someone's heart 57 years later. vee