Tribute to Farragut Written 1966
By
Wallace Baldwin
There is a place in the wilds
of Idaho
Called Farragut State Park.
One morning peaceful and
empty,
Held 4000 boys by dark.
By train, plane, bus and car,
They came from near. They
came from far.
From the wilds of Canada came
some to stay,
And many from the good old
USA.
The troops of 40 were very
proud,
To pitch their tents under
sky and cloud.
The staff was ready and
willing to go.
The boys were willing to provide
the show.
The showers were more than
some could take,
When they got out they would
shiver and shake.
They woke up in the morning
and like a bad dream,
Would run to be first at the
latrine.
The leaders would shave in
the water cold,
To show the boys that they
were bold.
“Mean Mouth” would holler and
“Big Bear” scold,
And tell the boys the water
was not COLD.
“Bridger” would tell the boys
not to touch
His hairy face ot they would
be in dutch.
“Money Bags” had a following
profound,
But he always had money to go
around.
The ice cold showers could
have been drastic,
But the faithful leaders
danced the light fantastic.
The boys would holler and
scream and shout,
Some didn’t like it, but none
dared pout.
The food was fantastic, for a
Boy Scout camp.
The ground was hard, but
never damp.
The marching feet of the
sailors of old,
Were marched by the boys who
were not so old.
The trading was done, at
least so they say,
By the boys from Canada and
the USA.
If Beret’s were the only
thing Canadians had,
The trading American’s would
have been taken bad.
As the trucks and buses left at last
The encampment activity a
thing of the past,
The boys looked forward to
home so dear,
But all talked about a return
next year.
We your leaders think your
great,
Even after the food you
cooked—We ate.
Clean up you disliked, and
some fingers were cut,
But we will all remember Old
Farragut.
I wrote this in Jul/Aug 1966
at, what I think, was the first U.S.- Canadian, Boy Scout encampment. I passed
out a copy to all the boys and it became known as the ”Tribute to Farragut”.
The names of the leaders, of course do not mean anything to you, unless you
were there. The leadership for our troop of 40 was- Bill Mendenhall, Ken
McFarland, Larry Ballard and Wally Baldwin (Me.)
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