Below is a list which we believe is correct, however if you know of someone who may be younger please let us know. At this time we are now accepting nominees for the youngest list finisher. Randy Bernard.
YOUNGEST DPS EMBLEM HOLDERS
Name;

Laura Jones
Bruce Jones
Mike Risely
Glen Bernard
Birth date;

03/15/62
04/17/60
05/26/58
07/31/71
Emblem date;
12/29/ 1972
06/18/1972
04/26/1970
10/07/1984
Age at emblem;

10yrs 9mo
12yrs 2mo
12yrs 11mo
13yrs 2mo



THE POLYESTER

You probably have never heard of a polyester. They are an animal with an average height of about two feet. They are a very unique because they come in every color. Poly is Latin for many and esther is Greek for colorful so that's how they got their name. There are about ten thousand polyesters living in the Great Mojave Desert. They live in Joshua trees and come out on moonless night to feed. Polyesters are fast becoming an endangered species because hunters from the big cities have come to the desert to hunt these cute little animals. You don't have to iron clothes made from the fur of this little animal, this is why so many people want to wear clothes made from them. If you want to help this poor little warm blooded ball of fur send one dollar to "SAVE THE POLYESTER FUND" P.0. Box, Artesia, CA 90701

Glen A. Bernard


Blanca loomed dark
'Gainst the starry sparks
0'er the Colo Mountain Club
When through our camp
Came a mountain tramp
A brown bear wantin' grub.
His black nose sniffed fer meaty wiffs
As past our tents he glowered,
He got some bread and I heard it said
Some lunches were devoured.

In the soft moonbeams
He caught the gleam
Of a sleeping girl's blond hair
With a bearish grin
He sniffed at her chin
To give her an awful scare.
But she snarled back
From her down sleep sack
And that bear he started running,
She was saved that night
From an awful fright
By her courage and her cunning.
Next day we played
In an Alpine way
On Lindsay's airy gables;
While back in camp
In the forest damp
Bre'r Bear was turnin' the tables.
When we got back
We found our packs
And tents all torn asunder;
That fiendish bear
Had left his lair
Our camp once more to plunder!

by Robert Michael

 
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