It was my first trip to America. I was a student from Edinburgh (that''s Edinburra to you) and Camp America had placed me in the beautiful Berkshire Hills of Massachusetts, at Camp Onota.

Now I got used to dropping the ''u'' as in favor and got over the laugh about calling my trousers, pants. I was making progress. But when I was asked to do some art work, I made a draft in pencil first. I then needed to erase my work and add the colour ..... oops .....color but I had no means to do so.

Accordingly I approached the young and beautiful secretary at her desk in the camp Onota office for some assisstance.

"Good morning Ma''am. I wonder if you have a rubber I can use?"