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December Emcee/ Dan Bozarth ACC for RT Email Announcements to Kimberly by Holiday Celebration JAN 12th, 2020 Roundtable Agenda Zone Pre-Meeting 6:30 to 7:00 pm Opening Prayer / Koby Coats Pledge of Allegiance / Troop 324G Generazzo Family Scout Oath & Law / Troop 324G Generazzo Family Gift Wrapping Helping Hands / Eric & Aimee Sandoval Welcome and Team Intro / Dan Bozarth Christmas Trivia / Kimberly Houser Page 8 Gift of the Magi / Bob Dixon Pages 2-3 Announcements / Eric Sandoval Pages 4-5 Awards / Dick Kelly Pages 6-7 Special points of interest: Holiday Song / Aimee Sandoval, Susan Abernethy, and Frederick & Joshua • Online Recharter Persons. • Shop Local, Support Council ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas / RT Team Page 8 • Den Leader Tips and Tricks Dan Bozarth Page 8 Transition Thought / • Youth Protection Training Break-outs / Pages 9-11 Break-outs Cub Scout Break-out Scouts BSA Break-out Venture Break-out Sea Scout Break-out Presented by the Scouts BSA Presented by the Scouts BSA Presented by the Sea Scout Presented by the Cub Roundtable Team Roundtable Team Roundtable Team Roundtable Team Diversity, Equity, Inclusion Time Travel to the Training and Education Harry Potter Christmas Blue Merit Badge 16th Century and Gold Gift of the Magi One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That carpet. was all. And sixty cents of it was in pen- nies. Pennies saved one and two at a On went her old brown jacket; on went time by bulldozing the grocer and the her old brown hat. With a whirl of skirts vegetable man and the butcher until and with the brilliant sparkle still in her one's cheeks burned with the silent eyes, she cluttered out of the door and imputation of parsimony that such close down the stairs to the street. dealing implied. Three times Della counted it. One dollar and eighty-seven Where she stopped the sign read: cents. And the next day would be "Mme Sofronie. Hair Goods of All Christmas. Kinds." One Eight up Della ran, and collected herself, panting. Madame, There was clearly nothing left to do but large, too white, chilly, hardly looked the flop down on the shabby little couch "Sofronie." and howl. So Della did it. Which insti- gates the moral reflection that life is a happy hour she had spent planning "Will you buy my hair?" asked Della. made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, for something nice for him. Something with sniffles predominating. fine and rare and sterling--something just a little bit near to being worthy of "I buy hair," said Madame. "Take yer the honour of being owned by Jim. hat off and let's have a sight at the While the mistress of the home is grad- looks of it." ually subsiding from the first stage to There was a pier-glass between the the second, take a look at the home. A Down rippled the brown cascade. furnished flat at $8 per week. It did not windows of the room. Perhaps you exactly beggar description, but it cer- have seen a pier-glass in an $8 Bat. A tainly had that word on the look-out for very thin and very agile person may, by "Twenty dollars," said Madame, lifting the mendicancy squad. observing his reflection in a rapid se- the mass with a practised hand. quence of longitudinal strips, obtain a In the vestibule below was a letter-box fairly accurate conception of his looks. "Give it to me quick" said Della. into which no letter would go, and an Della, being slender, had mastered the electric button from which no mortal art. Oh, and the next two hours tripped by finger could coax a ring. Also appertain- on rosy wings. Forget the hashed meta- ing thereunto was a card bearing the Suddenly she whirled from the window phor. She was ransacking the stores for name "Mr. James Dillingham Young." and stood before the glass. Her eyes Jim's present. were shining brilliantly, but her face had The "Dillingham" had been flung to the lost its colour within twenty seconds. She found it at last. It surely had been breeze during a former period of pros- Rapidly she pulled down her hair and made for Jim and no one else. There perity when its possessor was being let it fall to its full length. was no other like it in any of the stores, paid $30 per week. Now, when the in- and she had turned all of them inside come was shrunk to $20, the letters of Now, there were two possessions of the out. It was a platinum fob chain simple "Dillingham" looked blurred, as though James Dillingham Youngs in which they and chaste in design, properly proclaim- they were thinking seriously of contract- both took a mighty pride. One was Jim's ing its value by substance alone and ing to a modest and unassuming D. But gold watch that had been his father's not by meretricious ornamentation--as whenever Mr. James Dillingham Young and his grandfather's. The other was all good things should do. It was even came home and reached his flat above Della's hair. Had the Queen of Sheba worthy of The Watch. As soon as she he was called "Jim" and greatly hugged lived in the flat across the airshaft, Della saw it she knew that it must be Jim's. It by Mrs. James Dillingham Young, al- would have let her hair hang out of the was like him. Quietness and value--the ready introduced to you as Della. Which window some day to dry just to depreci- description applied to both. Twenty-one is all very good. ate Her Majesty's jewels and gifts. Had dollars they took from her for it, and she King Solomon been the janitor, with all hurried home with the 78 cents. With Della finished her cry and attended to his treasures piled up in the basement, that chain on his watch Jim might be her cheeks with the powder rag. She Jim would have pulled out his watch properly anxious about the time in any stood by the window and looked out every time he passed, just to see him company. Grand as the watch was, he dully at a grey cat walking a grey fence pluck at his beard from envy. sometimes looked at it on the sly on in a grey backyard. To-morrow would account of the old leather strap that he be Christmas Day, and she had only So now Della's beautiful hair fell about used in place of a chain. $1.87 with which to buy Jim a present. her, rippling and shining like a cascade She had been saving every penny she of brown waters. It reached below her When Della reached home her intoxica- could for months, with this result. Twen- knee and made itself almost a garment tion gave way a little to prudence and ty dollars a week doesn't go far. Ex- for her. And then she did it up again reason. She got out her curling irons penses had been greater than she had nervously and quickly. Once she fal- and lighted the gas and went to work calculated. They always are. Only $1.87 tered for a minute and stood still while a repairing the ravages made by generos- to buy a present for Jim. Her Jim. Many tear or two splashed on the worn red ity added to love. Which is always a Page 2 6:30 Zone Pre-Meeting Gift of the Magi Continued tremendous task dear friends--a mam- You don't know what a nice-what a shell, with jewelled rims--just the shade moth task.Within forty minutes her head beautiful, nice gift I've got for you." to wear in the beautiful vanished hair. was covered with tiny, close-lying curls They were expensive combs, she knew, that made her look wonderfully like a "You've cut off your hair?" asked Jim, and her heart had simply craved and truant schoolboy. She looked at her laboriously, as if he had not arrived at yearned over them without the least reflection in the mirror long, carefully, that patent fact yet, even after the hard- hope of possession. And now, they and critically. est mental labour. were hers, but the tresses that should have adorned the coveted adornments "If Jim doesn't kill me," she said to her- "Cut it off and sold it," said Della. "Don't were gone. self, "before he takes a second look at you like me just as well, anyhow? I'm me, he'll say I look like a Coney Island me without my hair, ain't I?" But she hugged them to her bosom, and at length she was able to look up chorus girl. But what could I do--oh! Jim looked about the room curiously. with dim eyes and a smile and say: "My what could I do with a dollar and eighty- hair grows so fast, Jim!" seven cents?" "You say your hair is gone?" he said, with an air almost of idiocy. And then Della leaped up like a little At 7 o'clock the coffee was made and singed cat and cried, "Oh, oh!" the frying-pan was on the back of the "You needn't look for it," said Della. "It's stove hot and ready to cook the chops.