16 * * * * * "Oh, Ranger!" 



Finally one skunk died and the whole family had to be persuaded to 

 stay away while the floor was torn up to get out the body of the de 

 ceased. It is now believed by the rangers that it is unwise to make pets 

 out of skunks ! 



"All in a day's work." That recalls a bit of amateur poetry found 

 in one of the ranger cabins in El Dorado National Forest not long ago : 



The season's over and they come down 



From the ranger stations to the nearest town 



Wild and woolly and tired and lame 



From playing the "next to Nature" game. 



These are the men the nation must pay 



For "doing nothing," the town folks say. 



But facts are different. I'm here to tell 



That some of their trails run right through well, 



Woods and mountains and deserts and brush. 



They are always going and always rush. 



They camp at some mountain meadow at night, 



And dine on a can of "Rangers' Delight," * 



Get up in the morning when the robins sing 



And break their fast at a nearby spring, 



And then they start for another day 



With corners to hunt and land to survey. 



That trouble settled they start for more, 



They're never done till the season is o'er. 



They build cabins and fences and telephone lines, 



Head off the homesteaders and keep out the mines. 



There's a telephone call, there's a fire to fight ; 



The rangers are there both day and night. 



Oh, the ranger's life is full of joys, 



And they're all good, jolly, care-free boys, 



And in wealth they are sure to roll and reek, 



For a ranger can live on one meal a week. 



* "Rangers' Delight" canned tomatoes. 



