It teaches, honor, manhood, self-reliance, and has made a man of many a flat-chested, cigarette-smoking youth.

It will be the saving of boys in the city slums if carried out properly." "Sure it is all to the good," cried the drummer.

"A Boy Scout can find friends wherever he goes--and friends that will stick by him, too.

We get into the game ourselves and do things, instead of sitting on the bleachers ad smoking cigarettes while others get the exercise." The little fellow smiled winningly at Jimmie, cast his eyes up the mountain, and then asked: "Where did you come from?
What patrol do you belong to?
I'm Panther Patrol, New York." "New York Wolf Patrol," was the reply.
"What you doin' here with the ragged army?
Say, but they'd make a hit on a Bowery stoige, them soldiers." "What do you know about the Bowery ?" demanded the drummer.

"Have you been reading about it in the Newsboy's Delight ?" "I know every inch of the Bowery," was the indignant reply.