Then you just add a little sugar and serve.
The Ravens voted the name Sprite, the Elks voted the name Fly and the Silver Foxes voted the name Weetonka, on account of me.

Then we wrote all these letters down and mixed them all up and arranged them every which way, till we got this name: RESOPEKITWAFTENLY Oh, boy, some laugh we had over that name.

We were all sitting around in the two cabin rooms and believe me, it was some giggling match.
"It sounds like a Bolshevik name," Westy Martin said.
"You wait till the infernal revenue people get that name," I said, "it'll knock'em out." Because, of course, I knew we'd have to send the name to the infernal revenue people--I mean internal or eternal or whatever you call it--because you have to do that to get your license number.
"It's a good name," I said, "you don't see it every day." "Thank goodness for that," Doc Carson said, It's as long as a spelling lesson or Pee-wee's tongue." "It'll be a pretty expensive name; it'll take a lot of paint," Brick Warner said.
"We should worry," I said.
So then I made some coffee, because I'm the troop cook, and we thought it was best to eat before we started.

That bunch is always hungry.
They said it was punk coffee, but that was because they didn't bring enough to go around.
"Don't laugh at the coffee," I told them, "you may be old and weak yourselves some day." I made some flapjacks, too, and then we started.
We didn't have to do much work because the ebb was running good and strong, and we just sat around the deck with our feet dangling over, and pushed her off with our scout staffs whenever she ran against the shores.

She didn't keep head on, but that was no matter as long as she went, and pretty soon (I guess it must have been about seven o'clock) we went waltzing into Bridgeboro River.
And then was when we made a crazy mistake.
Just for a minute we forgot that the tide would be running down the river instead of up.