Tuesday, August 4 The DDT truck

At some point during our summer, usually around dusk, a truck would appear, spewing beautiful billows of smoke in its wake. It would usually be heralded by the gleeful cries of, "DDT!, DDT!" As the truck made its way down the roads behind the bunks on Campus, or down the Lane, some prudent campers would wisely hold their noses and run into their bunks. However, the braver souls among us would take turns running in and out of the grey clouds that followed the vehicle, cheerfully losing themselves in the vapors. In 1959, no one seemed too terribly concerned.
Afterall, it wasn't like we were running with scissors...