We are not a club or a Sunday school class, but a school of the woods.

A boy is supremely confident of his own power, and dislikes being treated as a child.

A boy is not a sitting-down animal.

Where is there a boy to whom the call of the wild and the open road does not appeal?

A boy can see the smoke rising from Sioux villages under the shadow of the Albert memorial.

The Scoutmaster guides the boy in the spirit of an older brother.

Fun, fighting, and feeding! These are the three indispensable elements of the boy's world.