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CHAPTER XIII. COMING-OF-AGE
IT had been decided to hold an International Jamboree every four years, each time in a different country. By this rule the Copenhagen Jamboree should have been followed by one in 1928 in some country other than England or Denmark. But it was felt that as 1929 would be the Coming-of-Age year, the Jamboree should be held then in the country where Scouting began. Arrowe Park near Birkenhead was chosen as the site, but before the Jamboree opened two events must have given B.-P. special delight.
At the end of July, 1928, a Reunion of the survivors of the Brownsea Island Camp of 1907 was held at B.-P.'s home, Pax Hill, Bentley. Of the original twenty-five, seven had diedsome of them in the warand six were abroad. Twelve met together to recall that early experiment. Only B.-P. and Mr. P. W. Everett were still active in the movement.
Then at Charterhouse a pleasant incident occurred. The "Masque of Charterhouse" was performed, and at the roll-call of famous Carthusians, Peter Baden-Powell called "Adsum" for his father. A scene in the Masque was devoted to the foundation of the Boy Scouts, and the performers were boys of the School Troop. The lines spoken were these:
Now the old heroes of a former day
(A trek-cart enters, and a group of Scouts are welcomed by others around a Camp-Fire.)
When the Jamboree opened on the 31st July, 1929, there were gathered together 50,000 Scouts from forty-one nations of the world and of thirty-one parts of the British Empire. B.-P. gave the signal that the camp was open by once more using the koodoo horn of Matabeleland, Brownsea Island and Gilwell. Those who had the good fortune to take part in that amazing Camp will never forget the experience. Perhaps first of all they will think of it as the "Mudboree", for the rain had no mercy and the ground became a sea of mud. After the first few days, gum-boots became the most important item of wear as one slithered about. Yet mud and rain were soon forgotten in the general good-fellowship of the Jamboree. Memory calls up many scenes and incidents, and of these perhaps the more private ones are most treasuredhaving tea with a new-made friend in his camp, or chatting with Scouts from overseas, or trying to exchange conversation with a foreign Scout and discovering there is a language we all understandScoutese. Of the public scenes one naturally recalls the visit of the Prince of Wales, or the shows in the arena with the march of the Scouts of all nations, or the Camp-Fire Sing-Songs, or the Thanksgiving Service when the Archbishop of Canterbury preached a memorable sermon.
The Chief Scout's own work was recognized by the King, who conferred upon him a peerage; after consultation with the members of the International Committee, he decided to choose the title of Baden-Powell of Gilwellan indication not only of the place the Training Centre had gained during its decade of life, but of B.-P.'s own estimate of the importance of training. The boys naturally expressed their admiration for their Chief in their own exuberant ways whenever he moved amongst them, but they also presented him and Lady Baden-Powell with a Rolls-Royce car and caravanpromptly christened the 'Jam-Roll' and 'Eccles'.
A lighter side of the presentation was supplied by the Scouts of Eire. When B.-P. had been asked what he would like as a present from the Scouts, he had said that the only thing he needed was a new pair of bracesand Eire rose to the occasion; on the day following the handing over of the Jam-Roll, B.-P. was solemnly presented with the Order of the Braces!
Of all the scenes, however, the one which will last longest in memory was the Farewell March Past to the Chief Scout. This time the Scouts did not keep in national groups, but mixed up freely arm-in-arm. They swung past the Chief cheering him as they went; then they formed up in twenty-one lines radiating from the point where B.-P. stood. As soon as silence fell he symbolically buried the hatchet of war, and then passed down the lines of Scouts Golden Arrowsrecalling the name of Arrowe Parkand as he did so he said:
Besides being raised to the Peerage, B.-P. was honoured in other ways in 1929. The City of London conferred upon him the Freedom of the City, and at the ceremony he was naturally presented by the Master and Wardens of the Mercers, his own Company. At the luncheon, B.-P. called himself a "cockney bred and born", and said that he had learned swimming in the Serpentine and had there caught his first fiddler. He referred to his days at Charterhouse while it was still in London and the annual fights with the butcher boys.
Mr. David Jagger was engaged to paint his portrait for the Mercers, and a second one for the Boy Scouts Association; in both he is represented in Scout uniform. The following year Mr. Simon Elwes was invited to paint another portrait for the Girl Guides Association. B.-P., when asked how he would like to pose for this, replied that he would prefer to be represented at work, and in explanation he wrote:
At the Arrowe Park Jamboree the Rover Scouts came into their own. They were the pioneer workers on the site, and throughout the camp, and afterwards, they did much of the donkey-work which makes such a vast undertaking a success. B.-P. said of them, "Many of them never saw anything of the pageants or the fun, but were working away behind the scenes all the time. And they did it all in the cheeriest mood, and in their hundreds, coming from all parts and from all grades of society. But all were alike in their readiness to chuck self and to serve." This must have been to him one of the most encouraging aspects of the Jamboree. "All this behind-the-scenes service," he added, "told me just what I had wanted to know, and what I had hoped for all these years. It gave visible proof that our training can, where properly handled, produce community serving citizens."
One outcome of this Rover achievement was an International Moot held at Kandersteg in August, 1931. Here an International Scout Chalet had been opened in 1923, and it had soon established itself as a centre of World Scouting.
One of the particular delights of the Moot was that all the B.-P. family were therethe Chief Scout, the Chief Guide, Peter, Heather and Betty. They took part in all the life and fun of the camp and became known to hundreds of Rovers of many lands; after the gigantic size of the Arrowe Park Camp, Kandersteg had more the air of a delightful family gathering. Of course there was rain at times, but that was expected, as by now it was an accepted jokestarted by B.-P. himself that the Chief always turned on the rain, "Just to see how you fellows stick it." As usual, he jotted down his own impressions for the encouragement of those who could not be present.
A normal man aged seventy-four might pardonably have felt that after Arrowe Park and Kandersteg he could sit back and take life more easily; his work was well established and there were all the signs of the movements he had founded going forward to conquer new fields. But B.-P. was not that kind of man; every milestone of achievement reached was not an invitation to rest but a spur to go forward to the next, and, as he looked ahead, he saw the need for further service in the cause of Scouting.