Tuesday 30th May 1933

Met two strange Scouts on the way to Westgate. The Sign. This is an everyday occurrence; most heartening. I like the Scout salute better than the Cub.

Part of the evening was spent on The Common, estimating distances. I had a line of boys posted from 30 to 300 yards away who each in turn rose as I signalled. Then the First Class candidates had to judge the distance swiftly. Later we raced to the gate (1/4 mile) I think - Shorty just won, though we called it a dead heat. He beat me by .005 of a second.