AND ITS MESSAGE 



over, we all gather after supper in 

 a great circle around the camp-fire. 

 Each member of the party con- 

 tributes according to his ability. 

 There are silent souls that do their 

 share by keeping the fire a-blazing, 

 there is a Los Angeles lawyer with 

 an improvised limerick for every 

 occasion and a Berkeley doctor 

 with an inexhaustible supply of 

 stories. The Botanist and the 

 Geologist share their knowledge 

 with the rest of us, leaving out the 

 big words, and a quartet, four 

 men from four corners of the coun- 

 try, sing some of the good old 

 songs. Last of all "the Signer," 

 with his head thrown back and his 

 fine spiritual face illumined by 

 the blazing fire, touches his violin 

 and pours out in music the things 

 we all long to say and cannot. 



Sunday comes and we gather, 

 men and women of many creeds 

 [11] 



