Saturday, July 25-The Mah-Kee-Nac Dance

Inters had another team game scheduled for today, but the Valley Senior girls got to go to a dance- at Camp Mah-Kee-Nac.
Here's Ann Capell's recount of it from the '59 Lenorlog:

"To the background of a rustic fishing village, spot lighted by soft lights, the valley seniors of Lenore met the boys from Mah-Kee-Nac with whom they were to have their first dance of the season.
Approximately 7:15 on the balmy evening of July 25, a bus filled with eager voices left Camp lenore. Upon our arrival at Camp Mah-Kee-Nac, we were greeted by a fromer friend and counselor, Diane Davis. Diane escorted us to the quaintly decorated social hall where we met the Mah-Kee-Nac boys.
All the latest records were played, and refreshments were served during a brief intermission.
After a most enjoyable eveing, we bid our farewells to the Mah-Kee-Nac boys and sped dreamily home."

Ah, those eagerly anticipated "socials" with the boys camps! I remember frantically writing home with an emergency request for a "dance outfit" to wear for my first social. Within a week or so, that request was fulfilled iwitha package containing a really cool polished cotton print shirt in peaches and rusts, with a coordinating pair of shorts. I remember being very excited wearing it. But, the outfit was only part of the picture. The first moments of those dances were terribly awkward, as the girls and boys sized each other up. Since this was way before "women's lib", the boys were the ones to ask us to dance. So, they had the "power." You just had to hope that the creepiest, dorkiest guy (and some camps had plenty) didn't ask you. So, our goal was: to find the cutest guy you could; keep him dancing with you for as long as you could; and end up with him for the "final song", so you could make-out on the way back to the bus. The bus ride back to camp was either blissful, or miserable.