The Girl Scout Pioneers; or Winning the First B. C. by Lilian C. McNamara Garis


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Grace and Madaline were still in the tenderfoot class, and wore
the little brooch at the neck of their blouses. Margaret and Cleo
were already in the first class, and permitted to wear the left
sleeve badge, while others showed their rank in the Tenderfoot,
the first and third class, three patrols of eight members each
making up Flosston troop.

The real work of the scouts is so interesting in character that
the writer has no idea of detracting from it, by relating the
detail, feeling the charm and significance is best expressed in a
real story of the live girls as they live their characteristic
scout life. Nevertheless, it may not be amiss to call attention
here to the value of such training given almost in play, and
without question in such attractive forms as to make character
building through its influence an ideal pastime, a valuable
investment, and a complete program, for growing girls, who may
emerge from the "bundle of habits" as strong members of society,
progressive business women, or nicely trained little helpers for
the home, or for the more sheltering conditions in whatever path
of life they may be selected to tread.

That schools or even homes cannot compete with such training is
evident, when one considers that a girl is creative, and should
have ample chance to develop her character without force or rigid
self defacing, instead of self creating rules; also it must be
apparent that guidance is only successful when imposed gently, and
with that subtle persuasion, ever aiming to show the result of
correct training, and thus affording the principles of freedom for
selection, with a knowledge of what that selection will result in.

What sensible girl will deliberately choose to go her own careless
way, when she realizes that nothing satisfactory can be expected
from such a choice, and that the very freedom coveted makes her a
slave to the most cruel limits of prospects or attainments?

But we will not sermonize; even at this distance we may hold out
the strong arm of influence, assuring our readers that the highest
aims of writers and publishers are for the advancement of the
younger girls, whose minds, for the moment, are entrusted to our
keeping.

Coming back to our group of Girl Scouts, now holding conclave in
the school yard of Flosston grammar grades, we find Grace and
Madeline forming themselves into a committee of two, with the
avowed intention of getting lip a hiking party for their own
special benefit. These younger girls must soon undergo the test
necessary for their qualification as second class scouts, and a
hike on this lovely spring afternoon would aid them greatly in
acquiring the outdoor knowledge necessary.

Margaret was rather inclined to dissent when the jaunt was
proposed, she did not feel quite as hiky as usual, and she
promptly remembered she had promised her mother some assistance in
the little kitchen garden both were developing.

"Oh, come on," pleaded Grace. "If you say you want to go, I am
sure Captain Clark will agree. I know where we can get the
loveliest watercress."

This lure won Margaret, who had now fully recovered her scout
cheer, and was trying bravely to forget the loss of her cherished
badge".

"Mother loves watercress," she conceded, "and I would go, if we
are sure to be back by five. I have to go call for the mail before
dark."

"Oh, goody-good!" sang out Grace. "Now I can surely get my nature
work all nicely covered. I'll tell Madaline. She is over there
coaxing Cleo," and with a risky flourish of her red tie, a hop,
skip and a jump, the Tenderfoot pranced across the big green
schoolyard, in a fashion that belied her limitations on the
tenderfoot basis.

"Yes, I'll go," Cleo was agreeing, "but I am afraid we can't get
Captain Clark. I know she is going out to Kingsley to form a
troop. Maybe we can get Lieutenant Lindsley. She is free from
Normal at four. They have a lecture after two-thirty almost every
day."

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