| 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 |
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| 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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