Good Morning Doctor!
Cheerful todays and hopeful tomorrows!
As Doctor Rohlf finished his book he little knew the great happiness that would come to him on one of those tomorrows--the afternoon of June twentieth, 1937. He had been invited to the river bank park near the Scout cabin for a vesper service which was to be in charge of the Fayette Boy Scouts and their leader, Rev. John D. Clinton.
"We want all you Beaver Scouts there," Scout Commissioner A. E. Chandler of Waverly had urged. So Doctor donned his Beaver Scout badge and arrived at the appointed hour for the services in company with Mrs. Rohlf and John, the younger of Dr. and Mrs. Herbert Rathe's sons. Dr. Rohlf was not surprised to find the Waverly and Fayette Scouts and a number of friends there including the other Beaver Scouts of the Wapsipinicon area: The Rev. Mr. Clinton, Father J. C. Weineke of Cedar Falls and Judge George W. Wood of Waterloo.
Opening with vesper verses on Bible banners, the ceremonies continued with the unfurling of the United States banner by the Fayette Scouts.
Then Father Weineke addressed the group. His talk, however, was not about the flag. Simply and briefly, he reviewed the Doctor's work with boys, pointing to the Scout cabin as tangible evidence of that interest, earnestly stressing the fact that in so many ways the Doctor had looked to the future of the children who were to guard the Flag, who would be the citizens of tomorrow.
As one word followed another, there came over Doctor a realization that the flag ceremonial had been but a preface to something for him! Tears of joy filled his eyes, so touched was he by this friendly gesture of appreciation. Little John saw his tears, and asked Mrs. Rohlf if the man was "talking about Uncle Bill." He was assured by her nod that that was the case. To John a tear was a tear and in his childish mind there was no knowing a tear of joy from a tear of sorrow; so he quietly moved over to the Doctor and patted him on the shoulder, whispering to him words of comfort.
Father Weineke had finished speaking. The Scouts moved to a tent which was near the cabin and the group gathered closely about. Then the tent was opened to reveal a rugged boulder. From a bronze plaque on its side these words gleamed in the afternoon sun:
In Honor of
BEAVER BILL ROHLF
A Friend of All Boys
The four Beavers had placed theirs side by side below the plaque, yet quite without plan Dr. Rohlf's--"the hand of a helper"--was directly beneath the word "Friend." -- D. M.