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Show In a truly sociable way, the Juniors placed the "Tap" at the lower end of Main street in order that all visitors might quench their thirst as they entered the camp. "Dotty" Havenor, already mentioned as a first-class queener and entertainer, was placed in this tent along with "Jumbo" Bryant, who was always capable of sucking his finger and looking wise, and "Lulu" Sutton, the commissary. Such a trio was quiet capable of entertaining the ladies, the babies and those hungry and financially embarrassed who might enter Camp Maples.Across the way from the Tap, Happy Wilson, the "Earl of Sourface," "Dago Joe" Woolley, "Silent" Simpson and "E. Z. Mark" Downey held the Vegas, counted the hours before lunch, and numbered the days remaining before the Juniors would be able to leave Camp Maples so that Dago Joe, alias Rastus, might be able to greet Belva, or Ella, or Bertha-Woolley would never tell which, so they are all listed, to be fair and impartial.Thus Camp Maples, with its many strange institutions, lay in a grove of maple trees, far enough away from the maddening din of high life at Eureka to make the fellows arrive in the cold gray dawn of the morning after, in case they remained too late in the flourishing metropolitan mining center of Juab County. Usually, however, there was plenty of entertainment at home.But Camp Maples lay among the hills where the mountain air was free and pure, affording an ideal environment in which the Juniors could pursue the work for which their trip to Eureka was intended. The country was not too rugged to prevent passing directly from one point to another, yet it was just so broken that the work became difficult enough to afford a true test of the ability of the students to do mineral work.Among other things, each party completed three patent surveys, each member of the party being responsible for a single survey. The familiarity of Mr. Andrews with this particular work proved especially advantageous to the class, in that no mistakes were made in securing a proper grasp of the subject. What was done was well done, and the fun they had was fun well earned. It is safe to say that none of our '08 class will ever regret his six weeks at Camp Maples. JOSEPH JENSEN, '08.(161) |