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Frank Perry Jack Blake

The ARK is published twice each month,
the stencil cutting and mimeographing
being done by and through the courtesy
of the State Office, Kentucky Emergency
Relief Administration, Louisville, Ky.

The Transient Bureau is not responsible
for any of the views or opinions ex-
pressed in this magazine, nor is the
accuracy of any statement made herein

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We have lots of sympathy for the boy wanderers who frequent
the bureaus at this time of the year.

 

 

Spring is in the air, and the call of the wild. Home ties are
less binding and over the horizon lies adventure. The nomadic in-
stincts are stirring in your blood - the greener pastures are just
over the hill.

And its all so very easy nowadays. No hardships, no discomfort,
nothing to worry about. All physical comforts are cheerfully pro-
vided by Uncle Sam free of charge. Benign caseworkers will send the
boys home on the bus when they get tired of roaming afoot.

Boys are thoughtless and unconciously cruel. They start out on
a humming expedition with no thought of the anxiety and heartache
they cause their parents. Frantic calls come to headquarters from
all over the country. ”Where is my wandering boy tonight?"

we believe something should be done about this. Just a telegram
sent to the boys parents would do. "Charles and Elmer here in good
health having enjoyable time." And we think these boys should be
given a couple of chocolate bars when they leave.

This will relieve much suffering on the part of the parents.
Also, the boys will boost the bureau to their pals, thus bringing
in more business. After all, these boys are only boys for a short
while - let's help them to enjoy life.

Soon they'll be regular transients and will have to work for
what they get:

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Do you have desires and ambitions you are afraid to express, lest
the echoes laugh? Are you afraid of the criticism of your fellow beings?
Then you are an echo; but if you cast criticism aside and express your
own individuality, regardless of what the world says, THEN YOU ARE A
VOICE. We copped that from Cottonwood Camp in Colorado. Yea, bo, a voice
in the wilderness}

*******************

Up from the South the boys are drifting in. Lee Fowler, who spent
last winter at Camp Foster is staying with us. Likable chap, says he
can box and has already promoted a fight down at the Arena for next
Saturday night. Hopes to get twenty-five dollars out of it and then
go back to Florida. Says he's homesick.

**************s****

"There is no room for doubt," says a writer in the Survey, "that
the job of managing a shelter for homeless men calls for a rare comp
bination of human qualities. Neither the sentimentalist or the "tough
guy" can long survive." We get lots of wise cracks out of the Survey.
It's a magazine for social workers. Look for some more of their stuff
as you browse through the Log Book. We'll just tack "Survey" on the
end so you can recognize it from our stuff. Aw g'wani

*******************

Intake worker Turner discovered a mural painter in the evening
drift. May send him out to camp to paint murals around the museum walls.
Just mentioned that to show we can furnish any type worker if you'll
give us a little time. He sure looked the part.

 
  

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Mr. John Carroll Lowe, recently
appointed Building Superintendent,
has thrown a party. All the Staff
members were invited to a beefsteak
and mushroom dinner generously
provided by Mr. Lowe to celebrate his
rise in the profession. To most of
us, Mr. Lowe is known under the sob—/,
riquet of "Check 'em out" Carroll,
and he bears the honors of his new
position gracefully. Quid rides?

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The answer to the dole is - -Z‘
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Believe it or not, but a fellow checked in the other evening, went
downstairs, took his bath, his clothes went through the sterilizer,
he dressed, and returned to the recreation room. That's the usual pro-
cedure. But this chap left a bundle downstairs, thought of it half an
h;ur later and went down to retrieve it. He was promptly rushed through
the bath again and his clothes resterilizedl Now he's scared to go down~

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stairs - and we dont know yet if he got his bundle: No - it wasn't Fox!

********************

A recent order authorizing the placing of men on d and 5 dollar
payrolls has been made. Several jobs such as truck drivers, hotel man-
agers, and semi-administrative personnel will be placed on these pay—
rolls. Many of those who were cut off the 60 dollar payroll will no
doubt receive the benefit of this new order. We picked that out of the
Crusader recently. wender why one bureau gets a higher pay scale than
another! If they ever paid us as much as 5 dollars we would faint:

********************

The red speed(?) chariot of Miss Atkins is cutting up again. After
getting the fenders straightened all round - the darn thing needs new

shoes: Last Sunday the car was discovered out on the road to Camp with
six flats} wasn’t it six? we apologize!

*********$$*********

We have always felt - in company with others — that a multiplicity
of rules around a place is an admission of defeat. We contend that the
imposition of rules upon a community of men because of the misdeeds of
one or two of their number is evidence of inability to handle the sit—
uation. This bureau has been operating to the satisfaction of all of us
with a minimum of rules and regulations. Help to keep it that way fellows.

*****$***x**********

James MacDonald is on the top floor and checks in the boarders,
The other evening he came down out of the clouds in his imaginary plane
and discovered he had checked a total stranger into his own bed!

********************

Shorty Willi is 's leaving for New York. Whoinel will do our
laundry now? ”Jick“ is saving up to buy a pair of boots and britches
so he can ride the winner of the Kentucky Derby! ”Pop Eye" Engessor
is busy making some clever novelties for
Handicraft Contest. "Brown” Fox now wears
all his Sunday clothes every day w he
has been promoted to the office. ”Nifty”
Cverman is leaving next week. Who swiped
the fried chicken? How do you like our
new artist, Jack Blake? Clever, eh, what.
Three winners in one day - wont be long

how!

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”Salesman Sam" Johnston is selling

a swell line of leather ties and fountain'
pens. This ad should be worth something!
See him fellers - he has a good line! /7

 

 

 

 

  

Lt. Saunders, formerly on the Staff, left recently to take up a
position selling Kentucky whiskey. We understand he has sold a thouu
sand cases, or a thousand dollars worth so far. Anyhow, its a lot of
whiSkey. By the way, the Lt's. great grandmother used to live in the
big house across the street - its the R.R.Y.M.C.A. now. The Lt’s. a
regular guy. Drop a case off one of these days, wilya, Loot?

*********************

Another visitor who always drops in on the ARK when in town is
Miss Perryman, formerly Intake Worker here. Now she's looking after some
relief projects for women we understand, out of Louisville, She's regular
and very earnest and conscientious, and will always be remembered for
her large kind heart. She used to cry all over the small juveniles who
appealed to her for aid from this tough old world.

*********************

A few more paragraphs like the above and we'll be accused of running
this paper for the benefit of the Big Shots of the Bureau. Here’s one from
the Survey to make up for it, we quote: "Relief workers, from executive
directors down, have been, and are, carrying out rules, instructions, and
policies which have been formulated by somebody higher up, and the clients
have to take the result - and like it. The result - millions of free people
are told what they must eat and wear and drink and where they shall live
and what kind of work ~ if any — they shall do, regardless of training or
desire. These methods have developed regimentation without representation.
A regiment of disinherited men, a strict despotic control over the lives
of millions whose cherished semblance of independence has been lost, and
whose very bread and butter depends on obedience and conformity." So what,
we ask?

*********************

We read anything. Here‘s one we saw in the New Yorker of all places:
"There is today a widespread impatience with what is known for want of
a better term, as "social work”. We have a suspicion the guy who wrote
that crack once applied for a pair of socks in a transient bureau on the
wrong day!

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Every transient bureau, like every home, has its atmosphere. Any—
one can see the difference between an unhappy disorderly home and a happy
and orderly home which brings out the best in everyone. In the best homes

everyone takes his place in the .é. (a

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How many bones in the human head? Eight my child, as I've often said.

How many bones in the human ear? Three in each and they help to hear.

How many bones in the human spin? Twenty-six, like a climbing vine.

How many bones in the human chest? Twenty ribs and two of the rest.

How many bones the shoulders bind? Two in each, one before and one behind.
How many bones in the human arm? In each arm one, two in each forearm.

How many bones in the human wrist? Eight in each if none are missed.

How many bones in the palm of the hand? Five in each with many a band.

How many bones in the fingers ten? Twenty-eight and by joints they bend.
How many bones in the human hip? One in each, like a dish they dip.

How many bones in the human thigh? One in each, and deep they lie.

How many bones in the human knees? One in each, the knee pan please.

How many bones in the leg from the knee, Two in each we can plainly see.
How many bones in the ankle strong? Seven in each but none are long.

How many bones in the ball of the foot? Five in each as in palms were pit.
How many bones in the toes, half a score? Twenty-eight, and there are no more.

And now altogether, these many bones fix, 6‘5)

    
 

And they count in the body two hundred and six.
And then in the mouth, both above and beneath,
Called upper and lower are thirty-two teeth.

And now and then we have a bone, I should think,

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Just a sand pile, a man screening it, some kids throwing fine
sand down from the top, others throwing gravel and coarse sand up
from the bottom.

Let's imagine each grain of sand and each pebble represents a
human. After all, we are no more than grains of sand in the big screen
of life.

Let's imagine the kids throwing fine grains of sand down from the
top are Sickness, Misfortune, and Bad Luck, and the kids throwing sand
towards the top let's call "Pull", Unearned Capital, and Crooked Methods.
The man screening is Mr. Consumer.

Poet or Plumber, Preacher or Bricklayer, whatever you are your
work reaches the consumer in some form to be screened, and if it's fine
enough you pass.

You may be of the finest quality in your line and thrown down by
misfortune. You may be coarse gravel, little ability and no ambition
to improve what you have, but have a pull that gets you soft jobs, or
perhaps a generous rich uncle. Perhaps a few crooked deals have given
you a boost up.

Luck changes, fortunes are easily lost. So is pull. Sooner or
later, others with more ambition, knowledge, ability will sift up and
over you while you sink to the level of others who neglect what talent
nature provides.

We have a long time of this "Depression". It's harder than ever
before, to prove to the consumer that your abilities are too fine to
go to waste. We are waiting, waiting for Mr. Consumer to require more
sand. Some day soon we hope to be needed and paid for our services.

While we are waiting, what are you and I and the next fellow doing
in the way of improvement of ability? Are we learning anything of value
to us? Are we getting in a rut of lazy indifference or trying to improve
our knowledge and skill? Do we spend all our spare time at the movies,
shooting pool or playing cards? Will we be more or less able to compete
with others in holding jobs when jobs are to be had?

There is the fellow who says "I'm not going to work at my trade
for no dollar a week", or, "I'm only going to do a dollar's worth of
work". O.K. buddy, see the country from a box car for the rest of your
life if you like it, learn nothing new and forget what you used to know,
get rusty. You will be that much less competition for men "who keep
their hand in". You may sneer at the fellow who spends some time
sutdying books or making this or that.
If you were ever much good at anything
you would like it well enough to want
to keep in practice and improve, whether
you get a dollar a week or not.

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like work, could he be prepared to make a "come-back"? The brain
degenerates with lack of proper exercise even faster than the muscles.

If a man will add to his knowledge just three more useful items

each day, in a year he has 1,095 more points of knowledge that the
fellow who wouldn‘t bother has missed.

The man who thinks his knowledge of any craft is complete is just
kidding himself. He's heading for the junk pile of ”has beens". The boy
who is starting out to compete in life's work needs to learn to do what
he is talented for and likes, better than others can do it, enough better

so that his ability will show for itself without any "drag" to hold his
jObc

It may be a long time until jobs are so plentiful that unskilled
labor will secure a living wage and half skilled craftsmen be in demand.
Let's learn while we are waiting, put things in our heads that will some
day put dollars in our pockets.

So far the government has been chiefly concerned with providing
food and shelter for emergency relief. What schooling has been offered
has met with little response with the men, partly because the courses
open were not attractive to the average transient.

Our Director is interested in rehabilitation of craftsmen and en—
couraging arts and crafts of all kinds. He will co-operate and secure
all possible equipment to help us advance our knowledge in lines we choose
if we show a real interest. What more can a man want?

Are we warm blooded animals, capable of thinking, of directing our
steps towards bettering ourselves or are we vegetables rooted in the mud
of laxy indifference?

Let’s make something, anything, with our hands and brains, just for
the exercise. We have plenty of time to learn to do things neat, accurate,
and artistic. Let's go:

~Bill Carey.

Note: The above article is entered by Bill Carey in the Editorial
Contest.

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Our boarding house - pardon, bureau,- pursues the even tenor of
its ways. The average number of men on the rolls remains the same,
about 100 more or less, but they come and go. One day it rains, next
few days of springtime weather then cold again. Ho hum - spring fever!

The new footbaths have been installed in front of each shower -
for the prevention of athlete's foot. A soft ball team has been formed
and the boys are training every afternoon. In the recreation room only
checkers, rummy, and so on may be played. Poker is verboten - the boys
cant get along, so "Check 'em out" says. Too many aces in one hand.
Radio still operating on one station.

Bill Carey is busy making a magazine rack for the mezzanine floor
- reading room to you. we have two competitions under way. One for writers
and one for handicraft workers. Brain stuff. Cash prizes. Read the bulletin
board for particulars. The canteen is growing like a rolling snowball -
two for a nickle cigars have made their appearance, but no razor blades
as yet.

Editor Hamilton and Editor Carlton of the Lighthouse and the Bray
have dropped into the sanctum of the ARK on their travels. Both say
this bureau leads all others in cleanliness. Say they're going to stick
around for awhile. Come on in and join the politicians. walt, our artist,
is finangaling for transportation back to the farm. Artist wanted. Walt
is good and will be hard to replace. He says the food is too spicy. What's
one man's food is another man's poison. Going to live the simple life in
a nudist colony we suspect. Says life's all wrong. Truck drivers helper
gets three buks and artists only one. Sounds like spring fever to us.

Well, God sends the food but the devil sends the cooks they say.
But the cooking here is good and the variety is excellent - considering
all things. And everything spotless. The waiters and cooks in snow white
uniforms. Nice bunch of fellows but they move on so fast we cant get to
notice who's who. New stunt — putting a table cloth on the reserved table.
Very homelike - flowers next. A home within a home.

Work projects around here not much. Some men going out to narcotic
farm to pull out nails and move furniture around. And the usual cleaning
squads. Out to camp everybody,except the ones required for operating
pruposes. Case work reduced to lowest common denomination - giving out
shoes and socks and so on. As cases, we're hopeless. But the families
and minors need caseworking we guess.

 
  
  
 

Intake Worker Turner takes over
position vacated by Lt. Saunders. Pool
table still a cold marble slab waiting cuff?
pockets and green baize. Getting so we 9 \ K3? _
mustn't do this or that or ”I’ll {~’\ /.,©,///i

check you out." That's bad. This
aint no army. Mustn't say aint.

 
   
 
 
 

well, spring has come. Everybody
on the come and go. We can thumb nose
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"All aboard for Camp Blue Licks” - and the Sunday contingent of
ball players and boxers are on their way to mOp up with the Camp boys
- maybe.

It was a swell day for the job. we drove the forty miles in the
truck - 21 of us - through the beautiful countryside of Central Ken-
tucky. Just this side of the bridge near Blue Licks we almost ran
over Stubby — the Camp’s Airdale pup! Just a week ago Stubby was run
over by a couple of cars and only survived by a hair's breadth. He was
still limping. We hollered at him and he wagged his tail, limping after
us. The darned mutt!

At Camp we met up with old friends We hand't seen for weeks. Hand-
shaking all around. There's ”Doc" Brown - now working on Project 17
with a pick and shovel! Gained 17 pounds and made four bucks extra
last week — barbering. wouldn’t come back to the Center with all
it's petty jealousies and picayune politics for anything in the
world - says he! No, Sir}

And there's waiter McLain, who is now Camp Tailor and making plenty
of money on the side in his own line. Good ball player too. writes
personals for the ARK in his spare time. Here's ”Fix it” Smith, bugling
after a fashion all his own. we tooted on his horn, and as it was just
before dinner all the boys made a rush for the mess hall. And it was
only a little tectl -

Immediately a big fat cook stuck his head out of the kitchen and
bawled hell out of "Fix it". ”Get back in”, hollers Smith, "before I
come in there with a stick and clean you out.” Just clean fun! we
wandered around and found Lt. Crutcher gazing into a wire cage filled
with squirrels caught by the boys. Getting pointers on how to handle
some of the guys we know out there probably! The Lt. is popularxvith
everybody ~ has a way with him - and the boys think he’s swell. Out
of the office bounds Joe Snarsky. He has a tame squirrel in the office.
We Could say something about birds of a feather - but let it go!

After a regular dinner - where "Brown" Fox was served with turtle
soup - we all adjourned to the ball park. What a hell of a ball park
it turned out to be: On the side of a hill, covered with stumps: But
somehow a place was chalked off for a diamond and the teams lined up.
Lee Fowler, team manager for the Center,
turned his ankle on a loose stone, just
before the game, and was out for the
afternoon in both the ball game and the
boxing. Tough luck. And that marked the
beginning of the slaughter — the Center
mopped up with the Camp to the tune of
19 to 12. The Center made lé of the runs
in the last inning. George McNabb umpired
in big league style. It was a great game

alright. it? .
The camp has some good ball players -
including McLain who we heard got $7.00

   
 

 

 

  

for playing over at Maysville the other Sunday. And the camp had

a whole bunch of substitutes while we only had the original nine.
The boys were soon going around like a bat out of hell and the crowd
was yelling itself hoarse in no time at all. It was fast and furious
- but we wont dwell on the details. We'll let the score card speak
for itself.

After the ball game we all adjourned to the pavillion where
the speakers spout on celebration days. This is the spot where the box—
ing takes place. They have s sawdust ring all roped off - much better
than boxing in the recreation room and falling over tables. Lt. Crutcher
introduced the fighters in true professional style, and George McNabb
was the referee.

My Gawd, these fellows were a buch of wild cats! Lookit the
muscles on 'em. Look at the scowls! Tough bunch alright. They look
like they live on nails!

The first bout was between wallon and Rollins and went three full
rounds of two minutes each. They started off in a flurry of flailing
arms, and then slowed down. Pace was too fast. Couldn't see much dif-
ference between either of them. It was a draw. Good fight though.

Next on the program came Halley and McGill. This one reminded us
of a couple of tigers — we even believe they roared at each other!
My Gawd, such swipes, such jabs, such weaving around. All of a sudden
McGill gets a double wallop in the solar plexus and flops in the saw
dust. He was out and they dragged him from the ring. Short and sweet
while it lasted - first round. "I'd sooner fall off a horse at twenty
miles an hour," says Jockey Mac, ”than take that wallop." I'd just
as soon too! B-r-r-r— -.

The next was a hell of a go. Berman and Bishop mixed it up. Ber—
man had hair on his chest and back and other places - but that didn't
help him. Bishop hit him fifty times in three seconds after the bell
so they called it a day. Berman never stood a chance.

Dalvitos and Wilson then took to the ring. The big blonde had
it all over the smaller Wilson in the way of size, but Wilson was
the cleverer of the two and dodged and ducked and jabbed Dalvitos
on the mouth several times when the blonde wasn't expecting it.
Wilson took plenty of socks on the body, and there was plenty of
action. Wilson was awarded the decision at the end of the third
round. Couple of good fighters.

McGill had recovered from his solar
plexus blow by this time and came back to
wrestle with Hock. On account of the Center
boys having to go back to the city, the
bout was cut short. Hook was awarded the
decision on the first fall in four minutes.

Now that’s what we call an afternoon
of action. From the time we hit camp until
we boarded the truck to go back it was just
one thing after another. we all had one hell
of a good time.

   

Let's go back and do it again!

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In this article am attempting to show the different attitudes
and conditions existing in different bureaus in different states,
but all run by the same government.

 

 

The writer arrived in Harrisburg, Pa., one Sunday night early
in February, about 6 P.M. was directed to the transient bureau by
an officer downtown. It was about twenty blocks walk; snowing and
very cold and disagreeable. Arriving at the bureau was told that I
must register on 3rd St, downtown, but being that it was Sunday the
office was closed and that I was out of luck.

I am right in the bureau but I can get nothing to eat or a
place to sleep. I wonder if Mr. F.D.Roosevelt meant for the bureaus
to take this attitude? Returning to town I went to the police station.
There I was informed that I could not spend the night there - the
transient bureau must let me in. BUT I DID NOT GET IN:

The next day, proceeding on my way arrived at Williamsport. Pa.
at 5:15 P.M. Gained admittance in the office of the Director. He is
sitting at his desk and informs me that the bureau closes at 5:00 P.NL
and he is sorry but he can do nothing for me. Isn't that an attitude
for a man who is supposed to be a social worker and a student of
sociology? I am just fifteen minutes too late to eat or sleep!

We will now jump up to Hornell, N.Y. I want to say that here I
was given every consideration and courtesy by everyone that I came
in contact with. was allowed to spend the week end, was sent to a
rooming house and eating in the Great Northern Restaurant. Quite a
contrast from the two previous bureaus.

At Des Moines, Iowa, was interviewed by the most intelligent
and understanding caseworker that I have had the priviledge of meeting
in my short travels. Sorry that I cannot remember his name. He gave

me good advice, not a lecture.
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What a bureau] I am interviewad and

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so forth. Next morning am assigned as ”:x » qkq‘- L
waiter in the dining hall. After several a !j [\ff?\* At) _
days am called in the office of the Case :fiffq: all?“ ,1 it":
work Supervisor, and informed that I am (a?) 1, iii.
to be the editor of their newspaper, \\ o “

"The Bray". Thanked him and then asked for
the special priviledge of eating on the
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you in the dining room. I then go to the work Supervisor, who
gives me a written order to eat on the said first mess.

When I give the Meal Clerk this written order I am informed
that it is good for only that meal and that I will not be allowed
to eat on the first mess. So I go to the Business Executive. In
the presence of the Office Manager, the Business Executive tells
me that he will see about it. well, anyway, the Meal Clerk won.
I did not eat on the first mess. As I had received no consideration
I gave none in return and checked out without informing anyone.

Will now pass on to Little Rock, Arkansas. Checked in by the
Intake Clerk, am infonned that they are very short of clerical help
and that I should see the work Supervisor at once. Doing so, I am
told to see him early the next morning, that he will place me in a
position at once.

But the next morning am informed by his assistant that there
are no vacancies for clerical help. Wonder what happened to all the
shortage overnight?

This is just a few experiences that have happened to me. If
this is accepted will try and write some more for the next issue.
In closing I want to say that the bureau here in Lexington is the
best managed, cleanest and neatest and you receive more courtesy
than any place that I have been and the food is way above the average.

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Professor Ellery F. Reed, Ph. D. wrote a book called "The
Federal Transient Program; An Evaluation." It gives the findings
5 of a special committee. A digest is given in the "Survey", and
fijwe quote from this digest: "The committee believes that the use
(of congregate shelters has been overdone,
and that the use of private quarters, \
specialized camps, and "club" or group
accommodations under competent direction
should be established for selected indi-
viduals. The study also recommends a
'differentation of treatment which would
\Qpreserve the self respect and personality
of the individual clients, giving some
individuals assignments to restaurants,
or to congenial group eating arrangements
within the shelter, or to outside boarding
houses under competent supervision."

 

 

 

 

In our opinion, the only treatment
that will preserve the self respect of an

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BLUE L/cm BATTLEGROUND

This Transient Camp, located in Blue Licks Battleground Park, was opened
August 9th, 1934. It has been operated as a division of the Lexington Transient
Bureau. The project at this camp will be completed about May 15th, 1935.

Blue Licks Battleground has been a Kentucky State Park for a number of years.
On this site was fought the last battle of the American Revolution. The heroes of
this battle are buried here, and an appropriate marker, donated by the Kentucky
Chapter Daughters of American Revolution, was recently dedicated at the burial ground.

The general assembly at Frankfort, Kentucky, some years ago appropriated funds
to erect a monument commenorating the participants of this battle. At this time
there was also funds appropriated to build a small museum, however funds were never
available for any other improvements. The 1953 general assembly in Frankfort appro—
priated $22,500 to be used in developing the park. This fund was turned over to the
State Park Board ot administer. After a detailed study the State Park Board decided
that while this amount of money was sufficient to furnish the necessary amount of
money for the improvements, it did not allow for the necessary labor. An agreement
was made between the State Park Board and the Kentucky Transient Bureau to furnish
the necessary labor for the project. In a recent address to the Kentucky Chapter
Daughters of American Revolution Mrs. Emma Guy Cromwell, State Park Director, stated
that the improvements, which will have been affected at the completion of the pro-
ject, are valued by the state at $50,000. It can be seen, therefore, that the tran-
sient camp has added materially to the value of the improvements.

The project itself consisted of building an addition to the museum, building
a custodian's lodge, building an assembly shelter, construction of scenic roads,
and other improvements such as terracing and landscaping the grounds. The assembly
shelter was erected in the bowl of a natural ampitheatre. Here, each August will be
held an appropriate commemorating service in memory of the anniversary of the last
battle of the American Revolution, and those who lost their lives in this battle.
It has been the custom, for a number of years, for the Governor of the state to be
the principle speaker on this program.

The museum will provide display space for