My brother Jim and I spent many wonderful summers working on dairy farms in Wisconsin owned by Mom's cousins, and as members of our local Boy Scout troop.

If you're a Boy Scout on Mars with a compass, you're lost.

Getting into the Lampoon was like a Boy Scout initiation or something - they'd be very cruel to you until you made someone laugh, then they welcomed you into the fold.

Among my friends, I'm not a little Boy Scout, and they love my humor, thank God.

This is a great chance for boys to advance in rank. Most of the local Boy Scout troops are small, and this university gives them a chance to benefit from several adults with varied expertise.

My father was a very good Boy Scout. He was very skilled with knots, and he showed me how to tie a bow tie.