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I was about 13 at the time. We were at Camp Wolfboro, a BSA camp on the Stanislaus river in the Sierra.
Any normal alolescent boy at that age is very interested in the opposite sex, and when staying at a boys camp, the sight of a pretty girl will gather a crowd of said boys like bees to a blossom. So when most of the boys in the camp began spending as much time as possible at the dispensary it is logical to assume that the presence of Dr. Gray’s teenage daughter was the reason. But there was one boy in our camp platoon that never went near the place, and when we talked about miss Gray at the mess hall or campfire, he would act offended, and call the rest of us sissies for being so interested.
He soon found himself completely alone, and complained to our counsellor that we were shunning him. There was to my knowledge no organized effort to do so; it was just nature in action, but we got a lecture nevertheless.