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Horseshoe Campfires

On Sunday, Scouts get a taste of the wackiness of the staff by watching them sing, dance and skit down by the Octoraro Bend. Each Saturday, the camp convenes in Achgeketum Circle (built in 1988) to recognize the accomplishments of the Scouts and also to perform a Native-American pageant for the parents who visit the camp.

Edited by Andrew Coe  [Contribute Info]

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Sunday Night Campfire Pictures

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Sunday Night Campfire Videos

       
The Aquatics staff performs the song The Pirates Who Don't Do Anything in front of the Sunday Night Campfire crowd.
2003 - Contributed by Anonymous  [Contribute Info] 

The staff performs a rap song at the Sunday Evening campfire.

2009 - Contributed by Andrew Coe  [Contribute Info] 
The 2003 Camp Horseshoe Staff performs (in the dark) a lovely little song to crowd applause.  

2003 - Contributed by Andrew Coe  [Contribute Info] 
Here is an extended look at a Sunday Night Campfire.

2001 - Contributed by Alexander Musto  [Contribute Info] 

A look at the crowd getting settled at the Sunday night campfire, and the opening sketches of the fire.

2002 - Contributed by Alexander Musto  [Contribute Info] 
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Saturday Night Campfire Pictures

The Saturday Night campfire at Camp Horseshoe is a place to recognize achievement and learn lessons from the various Native-American pageants performed by Order of the Arrow members.  Family members sit to the East of the fire while Scouts and Scouters sit to the West, with the first year Scouts sitting at the back per Native-American tradition.
Click here to see the various texts of the Saturday Night Pageants. 
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Saturday Night Campfire Videos

       

Camp Director Glen Runyon discusses the history of Camp Horseshoe with the parents of the Scouts who are about to enter the fire circle.

1995 - Contributed by John B. Rettew III  [Contribute Info] 

As the light dims, the fire builds into a warming, brilliant flame, drawing eyes to the pageantry of the Native-American fable educating the audience on the ways of the stewardship, leadership, brotherhood and all manner of values. 

1995 - Contributed by John B. Rettew III  [Contribute Info] 
The Center fire is lit for the Saturday evening campfire.

2001 - Contributed by Alexander Musto  [Contribute Info] 

A snippet of the Saturday Evening pageant held at the Achgeketum Fire Circle.

2002 - Contributed by Alexander Musto  [Contribute Info] 
Snippets from the Camp Horseshoe Saturday Evening Campfire.

2002 - Contributed by Alexander Musto  [Contribute Info] 
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4th of July Songsheets

Independence Day Song Sheet  

From Craig Dickson: "I got this in 1974, my first year at Horseshoe, but it is dated 1973. It was a memorable 4th celebration in Eagle Grove, with the fireworks - some of which were fired perhaps a little low - buzzng us Scouts (this was mentioned in the Echo for that week...)"

1974 - Contributed by Craig Dickson  [Contribute Info] 
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Horseshoe Campfire Skits

Trigger Mortis, Frontier Mortician

1977 - Contributed by John Kemmerer  [Contribute Info] 

Trigger Mortis, Frontier Mortician

A radio drama in one unforgivable actWritten by Warren W. Wiersbe of Lincoln, Nebraska

Announcer:

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Now for our story... "Trigger Mortis, Frontier Mortician." the scene opens in the residence of Sam Alamode, wealthy rancher and owner of the Bar B Q Ranch in Spare Rib, Texas. Sam is dying. He is talking to his lovely daughter Piney Alamode, whom he lovingly calls Pie . . .

Sam:

Pie, honey, I'm dying again. Go call Trigger Mortis, the frontier mortician. He has the slogan, "Have hearse, will travel."

Pie:

What's wrong with you, Daddy? What's your ailment?

Sam:

I swallowed the thermometer and I'm dying by degrees.

Pie:

Oh. I'll call Trigger Mortis right now.

Announcer:

Unknown to Sam Alamode, his head foreman, Joe Silver, is hiding outside listening to the conversation. He's a full-blooded Indian, and Sam always called him his faithful companion Silver. Sam doesn't hear Joe speak.

Joe:

Let old Sam die. I wish he would. Then I can get the ranch and be set for life. He's always got some crazy disease. Last week he swallowed a dynamite cap and his hair came out in bangs. Before that he swallowed a hydrogen bomb and go atomic ache. He's suffering from flower disease: he's a blooming idiot.

Hey . . . here comes Pie Alamode's stupid boyfriend Arnie. Poor kid -- he's an orphan. Little orphan Arnie. I'll just sneak away...

Arnie:

I haven't seen my girlfriend Pie Alamode for two weeks. Boy, she has lovely eyes...one is brown and the other two blue. Last time she rolled her eyes at me, I rolled them back. I remember the first time she kissed me...it made chills go up and down my spine...then I found out her popsicle was dripping. I'll knock at the door. [knock, knock]

Pie:

Who is it?

Arnie:

It's me, honey...and I call you honey because you have hives.

Pie:

Oh, my cookie...and I call you cookie because you are so crummy.

Announcer:

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You can be beautiful, too. Now back to Frontier Mortician. Trigger Mortis, the frontier mortician, is answering his phone...

Trigger:

Oh, it's you, Miss Pie Alamode. You want me to see your father? Well, my hears has been giving me trouble. I think I blew a casket. I've got to quit using embalming fluid in the gas tank, because the motor keeps dying.

Yes, yes. ...well, I have to finish my breakfast: shrouded wheat and ghost toasties....well, I'll hurry right out. Goodbye, I must be shoveling off...

Announcer:

Pie Alamode hangs up and goes to meet her lover, little orphan Arnie, in their favorite meeting place, the family graveyard.

Pie:

It's so romantic here in the graveyard. There's the grave of my Uncle Ernest. Look, there's two worms making love in dead Earnest!

Arnie:

Darling, may I have your hand in marriage?

Pie:

My hand...oh yes...In fact, you can have my arm, too.

Arnie:

Here, I'll put this ring on your finger.

Pie:

Arnie, your face is turning red.

Arnie:

Yeah, and your finger is turning green. After all, we've been going together for 12 years now.

Pie:

So what do you want, a pension? Let's go tell my father.

Announcer:

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Now back to our story. Joe Silver is plotting to kidnap Pie Alamode and hold her for ransom. He thinks Sam Alamode is dying, but he really isn't. Trigger Mortis, the frontier mortician, is on his way to the ranch.

Trigger:

Well, here I am. When you are at death's door, I will pull you through.

Sam:

Good to see you, Trigger. Can you give me a good funeral?

Trigger:

I'll give you a good funeral or your mummy back. Could I interest you in our new lay-away plan?

Sam:

I'm a sick man, a sick man. The doctor told me to drink some medicine after a hot bath. I can hardly finish drinking the bath...

Trigger:

What you need is some of my Whistler's Mother medicine -- one dose and you are off your rocker.

Sam:

Trigger, can I trust you?

Trigger:

Of corpse, of corpse. Have I ever let you down?

Sam:

I don't trust my faithful Indian companion, Silver. He has a sneaky look.

Trigger:

I happen to know, Sam, that Joe Silver wants to kidnap your daughter and keep her from marrying little orphan Arnie.

Sam:

Trigger, we gotta do something. Think of a plan.

Announcer:

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Here's an 1887 Essex -- this is a revolutionary car. Washington drove it at Valley Forge. The tires are so beat that you not only knock the pedestrians down, you whip them to death. This car has low lines...in fact, it's so low it doesn't have doors, it has manhole covers.

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Now, back to Frontier Mortician. Sam, Pie, Arnie, and Trigger Mortis are trying to figure out how to get rid of Joe Silver...

Sam:

I have a splitting headache.

Trigger:

Have your eyes been checked?

Sam:

No, they've always been blue. Trigger, why don't we put Joe in one of your coffins and ship him out of state?

Trigger:

A tisket, a tasket, I'll put him in a casket. I was in love once, so I know what Arnie and Pie are going through.

Pie:

You were in love?

Trigger:

Yes, I was suck on a girl who worked in the glue factory. She had a schoolgirl complexion -- with diplomas under her eyes. Her lips were like petals -- bicycle pedals. Those lips...those teeth...that hair...that eye...

Arnie:

Hey, here comes Joe Silver. Get your coffin ready, Trigger.

Pie:

Daddy, lie on the bed and act like you're dead.

Announcer:

Sam lies on the bed and holds his breath. Trigger takes off his shoes and everybody holds their breath. At this breathless moment, we bring you the daily police calls.

Calling car 15...calling car 15. Happy birthday Car 15. You are now Car 16.

Car 56, Car 56, rush to the Bungling Brothers Circus. The fat woman has hay fever and is crying so much three midgets are about to drown.

Car 23, Car 23, return the 10 gallon hat you bought for the mayoer -- he has an 11 gallon head.

Car 19, to the corner of 6th and Main. The Chinese cook has just committed chop sueyside.

Now, back to the story. Joe Silver enters Sam's beadroom as the other people hide.

Joe:

So, I finally caught you, you scoundrel. You've cut my check so many times that I have to endorse it with mercurochrome. I want to marry your daughter, Sam, and nobody is going to stop me.

Sure I'm tough. I've been sent up the river so many times that I get fanmail from the salmon. The last time they caught me I got ten years in jail and two in the electric chair. Even when I was a baby, people were pinning things on me. Now, I'm gonna get you.

Sam:

Get him, Arnie.

Trigger:

Quick, I have the casket open. Push him in, Arnie.

Joe:

Help, help, you're pushing me [muffled sounds].

Trigger:

That takes care of him. Sorry, but I have to run for a body. A fellow in town swallowed a quart of shellac and died -- he had a lovely finish.

Arnie:

How can we thank you? You'll come to the wedding, won't you?

Trigger

Yes, I plan to give you a tombstone for a present, but don't take it for granite.

Sam:

Thanks, Trig. By the way, stop over and we'll play golf some day.

Trigger:

Don't ever play golf win an undertaker. He's always on top at the last hole. [they leave]

Arnie:

Now we're alone, Pie my love. Someday you'll have my name.

Pie:

I never did find out -- what is your last name, Arnie?

Pie:

What a lovely name I'll have -- Mrs. Pie R. Square...

Announcer:

And as the sun sinks slowly in the west, we leave the lovers as they plan their future. Tune in tomorrow for a new adventure, brought to you by Bleeties, the cereal for old goats.

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In closing, be sure to visit your local dime store where they're having a monster sale.

Now, tune in tomorrow for the first episode of the new story, "I was a Teen Age Spinster" brought to you by the gardener's magazine, Weeder's Digest.

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