It has to be called page one comment because it is on page one and it is a sort of comment, but read on to see what I mean.

Welcome to our newcomers, Dick, Brian and Marcus; the other bloke was Chindit but that is another story. I hope that they understand our little ways as quickly as we understand their accents. It sounds a bit like a Jamboree, especially when our German friend gets cracking... not forgetting all the other assumed nationalities.

Work is now under way to build a seat along one side of the cabin. All help is needed on Saturday mornings

Bash is organising the weekend at Downe near Christmas with the aid of Brian. It's to be a weekend of chicken and pudden. We hope to use the cabin, but failing that we should be able to borrow Skip's loft tent and pitch our hike tents inside it. This should act as a sort of vacuum; I expect that we will all finish being half baked.

We have started to hold extra meetings after Scouts on Friday nights. These are intended to appeal to the rougher element in the crew.. everybody but the Leader who is far too old for that sort of thing.

Editor.

The night was dark, the time was late,
The screams rang loud and clear,
Our Joy was frightened, but so sedate,
The Swampland boys are near.

Said she to Aitch all in a flap,
I cannot get in at all,
They're wielding sticks at each others shins,
They've also got a ball.

Said Aitch don't worry, there's nuffin up,
They're playing games, that's all,
They're always hitting each others shins,
And sometimes they hit the ball.

Said Joy please take a message for me,
That is if you can,
Give it to t'chap with the Hammer,
I think his name is Stan.

As Aitch drew near his expression harried,
He could hear the occasional 'Thunk',
He completely forgot the message he carried,
Turned round and did a bunk.

He stopped in his tracks and advanced,
After all it was HIS night,
So he picked up an axe and sallied in,
Saying "Blow you Jack, I'm all right".

He struck to the left and hacked to the right,
He bashed poor old Bash on the floor,
With an upward stroke he smashed the light,
And peace reigned once more.

Stepping over bodies racked with pain,
To Stan he made his way,
To give Joy's message was his aim,
But alas he'd forgotten what to say.

CLEANLINES5 IS NEXT TO GODLINESS.

That may seem strange to you, the average reader of this digest, but it was quoted by Dr Stewart, pro-tem Vicar of St Michael's, at our last Church Parade. (Always the second Sunday of the month). It was the lead in to an announcement by the Dr, as to the happenings on a Saturday morning in front of the Church.

The outcome is this, that your Leader was approached by the Vicar and asked if the Senior Scouts could keep the front of the Church clean and tidy. This he promised and the result is as above. But the promise has still to be kept, for unfortunately grass will grow and paper etc will be dropped to the front; So, if you can spare 15 minutes on a Saturday morning, your effort will be appreciated.

You may be the fussy individual that likes to use his own tools. Well, bring your own and use them to your heart's content and you will not wear out ours in the job.

CABIN - TIDYNESS.

Will all users of the Cabin, please ensure that everything is put back in the correct place?

The object behind this is that everybody should know where the articles are and not the last fellow that used them. It will save endless time in looking for them, especially as we generally want things in a hurry.