The Overnight Guest

The Overnight GuestThe Summer of 1928 my swimming pal, Fred, and I decided on a two-week vacation. From newspaper ads I picked a "Camp-Do-Not-Worry" in the Berkshires. We arrived by bus in the evening, and then found out it was a Socialist camp. Fred was 19, I, 17. What counted was that the rates were cheap, the menu good, the tent nice, and there was a splendid lake for swimming.The next morning we headed down the hillside to the lake. Up the path came a barefoot girl wearing shorts a...