This is me being called out for the Order of the Arrow. My how things worked a little differently in those days. When your name was called you would form a circle around the campfire and hold your arm up in the air. You had to stay like that until it was your turn to be "tapped out".
And yeah, I probably could have stood to loose a few pounds in those days also. In case you couldn't see the immediate family resemblance, the tall, skinny guy to my left is my brother.