THOUGHTFUL ITEMS FOR SCOUTERS

Thanks to Scouter Jim from Bountiful, Utah, who prepares this section of Baloo for us each month.  You can reach him at bobwhitejonz@juno.com or through the link to write Baloo on www.usscouts.org.   CD

Prayer

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We hope to be strong not in our physical might but in our belief in and support of our freedoms, established and maintained by our Constitution.  May the symbol of our country, the red and white stripes, and blue field with white stars, continue to fly high to inspire and encourage respect and freedom for all.  May the Scouts gathered here tonight, remember, honor, and respect the symbol of our great country, our flag, Old Glory.  Amen

Farewell to a Soldier
Scouter Jim

Some time ago I attended the funeral of my Uncle, Leslie C. Jones.  He was a veteran of World War II and as such was given the honors of a veteran’s funereal.  His casket was draped with the flag of our nation.  An honor guard of his peers attended to the honors due him.  These men were all fellow veterans of World War II.  This small group of soldiers, enfeebled by age, gave tribute to a fallen comrade.  The flag was folded and presented to the widow, taps was played, and a salute of a rifle was given.  All this was done with dignity and reverence.  During this month of celebration, as we look to the great flag of our nation, let us not forget the passing generations of the wars past and those who are now giving their lives in honor and duty.  Salute the flag. Salute the soldiers. Pass it on to another generation.

Flag Makers
Baltimore Area Council

From an address delivered by Franklin K. Lane, then Secretary of the Interior, before more than 1,000 employees of the Department of the Interior on Flag Day, June 14, 1914.

This morning, as I passed into the Land Office, the Flag dropped me a most cordial salutation, and from its rippling folds I heard it say: 'Good morning, Mr Flag Maker'

'I beg your pardon, Old Glory,' I said. 'Aren't you mistaken? I am not the President of the United States, nor a member of Congress, nor even a general in the Army. I am only a government clerk.

'I greet you again, Mr. Flag Maker.' replied the cheerful voice. 'I know you well. You are the man who worked in the swelter of yesterday, straightening out the tangle of that farmer's homestead in Idaho, or perhaps you found the mistake in that Indian contract in Oklahoma, or helped to clear that patent for a hopeful inventor in New York, or pushed the opening of that new ditch in Colorado, or made that mine in Illinois more safe, or brought relief to the old soldier in Wyoming. No matter: what- ever one of these beneficent individuals you happen to be, I give you greeting. Mr. Flag Maker'

I was about to pass on, when the Flag stopped me with these words:

'Yesterday the President spoke a word that made happier the future of ten million peons in Mexico; but that act looms no larger on the Flag than the struggle which the boy in Georgia is making to win the Corn Club prize this summer. 

'Yesterday the Congress spoke a word which will open the door of Alaska; but a mother in Michigan worked from sunrise until far into the night, to give her boy an education. She, too, is making the Flag. 

'Yesterday we made a new law to prevent financial panics, and yesterday, maybe a schoolteacher in Ohio taught his first letters to a boy who will one day write a song that will give cheer to the millions of our race.  We are all making the Flag.' 

'But,' I said impatiently, 'these people were only working!' 

Then came a great shout from the Flag: 

'The work that we do is the making of the Flag.

I am not the flag; not at all. I am but its shadow.

I am whatever you make me; nothing more.

I am your belief in yourself,
your dream of what a people may become.

I am song and fear, struggle and panic, and ennobling hope.

I am the day’s work of the weakest man,
and the largest dream of the most daring.

I am the Constitution and the courts,
statutes and the statute-makers,
soldier and dreadnaught,
drayman and streetsweep,
cook, counselor and clerk.

I am the battle of yesterday and the mistake of tomorrow.

I am the mystery of the men who do, without knowing why.

I am the clutch of an idea and
the reasoned purpose of resolution.

I am no more than you believe me to be, and
I am all that you believe I can be.

I am what you make me, nothing more.

I swing before your eyes as a bright gleam of color,
a symbol of yourself,
a pictured suggestion of that great thing which makes this nation.

My stars and stripes are your dream and your labors.
They are bright with cheer,
brilliant with courage, and firm with faith,
because you have made them so out of your hearts.

For you are the makers of the flag and
it is well that you glory in the making.

Franklin K. Lane,
former Secretary of the Interior (1913-1920)
from an address given on Flag Day, June 14, 1914
The entire text of the speech is available at
http://www.geocities.com/Eureka/Plaza/7750/FlagMake.html

It’s Just a Piece of Cloth
St. Louis Area Council

It's just a piece of cloth, that's all it is
Just a piece of cloth.
But when a little breeze comes along, it stirs and comes to life
And flutters and snaps in the wind, all red and white and blue....
Then you realize that no other piece of cloth could be like it.
It has your whole life wrapped up in it...
The meals you eat, the time you spend with your family,
The kind of things boys and girls learn at school,
The strange and wonderful thoughts you get in church. Those stars on it...
They make you feel just as free as the stars in the wide, wide, deep night.
And the stripes....they are the bars of blood
To any dictator who would try to change this way of life.
Just a piece of cloth, that's all it is
Until you put your soul into it and give it meaning;
Then it is the symbol of liberty and decency and fair dealing for everyone.
It is just a piece of cloth
Until we breathe life into it.
Until we make it stand for everything we believe in
And refuse to live without it.