
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Summer camp, Aussie style 1957

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Here, here. Well spoken, Bruce. That was the other weird part at the Walamalu Summer Camp for Wayward Boys: Everyone was named Bruce.
ReplyDeleteWhen we were introduced, one lads (Bruce) said, "'ere. Is your name not Bruce?"
"No," said Vance. "It's Vance."
"Mind if we call you Bruce to avoid any confusion?"
Our counselor then went on to read us the rules.
Well gentlemen, I'll just remind you of the camp rules. Rule one, no poofters. Rule two, no camper is to maltreat the Abo's in any way whatsoever, if there's anyone looking. Rule three, no poofters. Rule four, I don't want to catch anyone not drinking in their rooms after lights-out. Rule five, no poofters. Rule six, there is no rule six. Rule seven, no poofters.