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The Story of Daisy and The Brownie Story

Juliette Low Story: (simplified for DGS)

You are a Daisy Girl Scout and are named after “Daisy” Gordon Low. Daisy Low started Girl Scouts a long time ago in 1912. Her real name was Juliette, but most people called her “Daisy”.

Juliette was born in 1860 on Halloween in a place called Savannah, Georgia. Her uncle gave her the name “Daisy” when she was a baby. He looked at her one day and said “I bet she’s going to be a daisy!” He thought she was ‘some baby!’ Ever since then people called her Daisy.

Daisy had an older sister named Nellie and four younger sisters and brothers named Alice, Willy, Mabel and Arthur. Her father was a cotton trader, and her mother was a homemaker, busy taking care of all the children, the family and their house. They loved in a big house in Savannah (it is now a Girl Scout program center).

As a young girl, Daisy did many things. She liked to climb trees, play with her brothers, sisters and cousins, take care of animals, start and run clubs, write stories, draw pictures, tell jokes, write and be in plays, explore places, and do many other things.

One time she saved a kitten from being drowned in a flood. Another time she kept a cow from getting rally sick by putting her mother’s blanket on the cow overnight. Her mother did not like that too much, because the blanket fell off the cow in the morning and the cow stepped on it. At least the cow did not get sick.

Daisy’s father and grandmother know that she loved animals, especially horses. When they thought she was old enough to take care of one, they bought her a horse. She named the horse Fire and spent many hours riding him, grooming him and talking to him. He was black with four white feet. Daisy was very, very, happy to have a horse and took very good care of him.

Later on, Daisy grew up and married a man named Willy Low. They went to live in England and Scotland, countries on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean.   They lived together for several years, but then Willy died. Other sad things happened to Daisy, too. She had problems with her ears and became partially deaf.

Even with these sad events in her life, she went on to do many wonderful things. She heard about Boy Scouts and Girl Guides from her friend Lord Robert Baden- Powell. Daisy decided to start the same thing for girls in the United States.       After leading a few troops of Girl Guides in Scotland, she came back to the United States and started Girl Scouts. On March 12, 1912 the first troop met. That is why March 12th is the Girl Scout birthday.


The Brownie Story – This story is found in the Brownie Handbook.

Mary and Tommy lived with their father and grandmother. Their father worked very hard all day and their grandmother was too old to do the housework. Their father tried his best to keep the house clean. Mary and Tommy didn’t help him very much. They just played all day long. “Children are hard to care for,” said Father. “Children are a blessing!” said Grandmother. “Not my children,” said Father. “They do not help me a bit.” Just then, Mary and Tommy ran in, their shoes covered with mud. “Wipe your feet outside!” said Father. “What makes Father so angry, Granny?” asked Tommy and Mary. “He is tired and you two do not help him. What this house needs is a brownie or two.” “What is a brownie, Granny?”   “A very helpful little person. She came in before the family was up and did all sorts of chores. The brownie always ran off before anyone could see her, but they could hear her laughing and playing about the house sometimes.”

“How nice! Did they pay her, Granny?” “No, brownies always help for love. But the family left her some treats at night like cookies, fruit, and juice. She liked that.” “Oh, Granny, where are the brownies now?” “Only the Wise Old Owl knows, my dear.” “Who is the Wise Old Owl, Granny?” “I don’t know exactly, my dear.” “Oh, I wish she hadn’t gone away!” said Mary and Tommy together. “May we put out some juice and cookies for her? Maybe she will come back if we do.” “Well,” said Grandmother, “She’s welcome if she chooses to come. There’s plenty of work for her to do here.” So Mary and Tommy put out some cookies and juice, and went off to bed.

That night, Mary could hardly sleep. She kept thinking about the brownie. “There’s an owl living in the old shed by the pond,” she thought. “If it is the Wise Old Owl, she can tell me where to find a brownie. When the moon rises, I’ll go look for the Wise Old Owl.” The moon rose and Mary hurried to the pond in the woods. Everything was so still that Mary could hear her heart beating. Then suddenly, “Hoo! Hoo!” said a voice behind her. “It’s an owl!” said Mary. “Maybe it’s the one I’m looking for.” The owl flew by her onto a beam that ran under the roof of the shed and said, “Come up! Come up!” The owl could talk! Then it must be the Wise Old Owl! Mary climbed up the beam, and said, “Please, where can I find a brownie to come and live with us?” “That’s it, is it?” said the owl. “Well, I know of two brownies that live in your house.” “In our house!” said Mary. “Then why don’t they help us?” “Perhaps they don’t know what has to be done,” said the owl. “Just tell me where to find those brownies,” said Mary, “and I’ll show them what needs to be done. There is plenty to do at our house!” “Well, Mary, I can tell you how to find one of the brownies. Go to the pond in the woods when the moon is shining and turn yourself around three times while you say this charm. “Twist me and turn me and show me the elf. I looked in the water and saw ______.” Then look into the pond to see the brownie. When you see the brownie, you will think of a word that ends the magic rhyme. Mary reached the edge of the pond in no time.

She slowly turned herself around three times while she said the rhyme: “Twist me and turn me and show me the elf. I looked in the water and saw ______.” She stopped, looked into the pond, and saw only her own face. “How silly,” said Mary. “There’s no word to rhyme with elf, anyway. Belf! Helf! Jelf! Melf! I saw nothing my myself! Myself? That rhymes with elf! How strange! Something must be wrong! I’ll go back and ask the Wise Old Owl about it.”

Mary went back to the shed and told the Wise Old Owl she saw nothing but herself. “And what did you expect to see? asked the owl. “A brownie,” said Mary. “And what are brownies like?” asked the owl. “Granny says brownies are VERY helpful little persons. I saw no one but myself when I looked in the pond and I’m not a brownie.” “ALL children can be brownies,” said the owl. “Couldn’t you help out around the house and pick up your own things? “I don’t think I would like it,” Mary said. “Would you rather be someone who makes work instead of doing it?” asked the owl. “Oh, no!” cried Mary, “I don’t want to be like that. I’ll tell Tommy and we’ll both try to be brownies.” “That’s the way to talk!” said the owl. “Come on, I’ll take you home.” Before Mary knew it, she was in her own bed.

When daylight came, she woke up Tommy and told him what had happened. Together they crept downstairs and did every bit of work they could find to do before their father woke up. The they went happily back to bed. When Father came downstairs, he looked around and rubbed his eyes. The table was set, the floor was clean, and the room was a bright and shiny as a new penny. At first, Father could not say a word. Then he ran to the foot of the stairs, shouting, “Mother! Tommy! Mary! Our brownie has come back!”

One morning, Father woke up very early and heard laughter coming from the kitchen. “It must be the brownie,” he thought. He went downstairs, opened the kitchen door, and saw Mary and Tommy dancing around the room. “What’s this?” he asked. “It’s the brownies!~ We are the brownies!” sang Tommy and Mary. “But who did all the work? Where are the real brownies? “Here!” said Mary and Tommy as they ran into their father’s arms. When Granny came downstairs, Father told her how he had found the brownies. “What do you think of it all, Mother?” asked Father. ” Children are a blessing,” said Granny. “I told you so.”


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