The Handbook
I've been boxing a lot of my books lately getting ready for the big move, when I ran across this weathered classic from my youth--my old Boy Scout Manual. This book dates from 1960 and contains all the lessons you need to know for living a sane and sensible life. Just flip through the pages and you'll find lessons on things like honor, cleanliness, health and the importance of public service. It's also a great reference for learning how to tie that square knot, set a fractured bone, send Morse code signals with a flag for those 911 moments and just generally how to always be prepared for anything that life may throw atcha.
I really appreciated the chapter that shows how to suck snake venom out of a snakebite wound and where would I be without practical advice as to the proper elbow to grasp when assisting those old ladies across busy streets. Today, in an age filled with more self-help books than we've had collective hot meals, it strikes me that this simple book contains all one needs to know to become a beneficial presence in society. I should have read it years ago.
Note to myself: pay more attention to the elbows.
Check out that cover art by Norman Rockwell.
Circa 1960
The Handbook
I've been boxing a lot of my books lately getting ready for the big move, when I ran across this weathered classic from my youth--my old Boy Scout Manual. This book dates from 1960 and contains all the lessons you need to know for living a sane and sensible life. Just flip through the pages and you'll find lessons on things like honor, cleanliness, health and the importance of public service. It's also a great reference for learning how to tie that square knot, set a fractured bone, send Morse code signals with a flag for those 911 moments and just generally how to always be prepared for anything that life may throw atcha.
I really appreciated the chapter that shows how to suck snake venom out of a snakebite wound and where would I be without practical advice as to the proper elbow to grasp when assisting those old ladies across busy streets. Today, in an age filled with more self-help books than we've had collective hot meals, it strikes me that this simple book contains all one needs to know to become a beneficial presence in society. I should have read it years ago.
Note to myself: pay more attention to the elbows.
Check out that cover art by Norman Rockwell.
Circa 1960