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Updated: May 28, 2025
Plebe is directed to present himself at the tent of some upper classman. Several yearlings are here gathered to receive him. He is taken in hand in no gentle way. He is rebuked, scored "roasted." He is made to feel that he is a disgrace to the United States Military Academy, and that he never will be a particle of value in the Service. Mr.
On the recall from battery drill, the chums had but a few moments before they were called out for a drill in security and information. So the time passed until dinner. Again Jordan marched in the line of the file closers, and now this first classman had received his official sentence from the commandant of cadets.
"No; we don't haze plebes," replied Cadet Stubbs with a half sigh, for Prescott was the only first classman at present in camp who did not fully know just what was in progress at Jordan's tent. But West Point men pride themselves on bearing no tales, so Stubbs repressed the longing to explain to Dick what Jordan was seeking to bring about.
He had not fallen asleep, however, when he heard a step coming down the street. Dick had chanced to find the O.C. still up. In a few words Prescott made his report. "This is a very serious report against a first classman, Mr. Prescott," said kind-hearted Lieutenant Denton gravely. "It is most unfortunate for Mr. Jordan that he has not a better excuse. You will go to Mr. Jordan's tent, Mr.
"And why not? An upper classman has a right to step in, if he wishes." "It is, at least, against the rules of good taste to interfere," argued Darrin. "Well, hang you, I don't want to interfere. All I want to do is to look on. Can't an upper classman do that?" "I won't," returned Dave. Yet almost immediately he changed his mind, for two hard bumps and a gust of laughter swept up the deck.
Service in the Brigade of Midshipmen for three years had taught him the virtue of direct truth. "Yes, Wolly," admitted Farley without embarrassment. "I was criticizing your selection as captain of the eleven." "Nothing worse than that?" laughed First Classman Wolgast. "I was saying -no offense, Wolly -that I didn't consider you the right man to head the Navy eleven."
On this point, as an official of the fight, Referee Edgerton did not feel called upon to express an opinion. Farley, at his first glimpse of the waiting first classman, felt a chill of coming disaster. "Do you believe it?" "I surely do." "But Treadwell looks a whole lot more vast now that he's stripped."
Had the enthusiasm been less intense Dick would have been sure that they were having fun with him. "Go on," ordered Ben Badger briefly. "Talk up!" To have refused plain orders from a first classman might have been serious. Dick knew better. Clearing his throat he related all he could recall of how the plot came to be hatched.
"Mighty sweet looking girl you have with you, Darry," observed the first classman, though he took pains not to betray too much enthusiasm. "Right!" nodded Dave. "You'll present me, won't you?" "Assuredly, as soon as I come back. I have a little commission to attend to." "And you might be extremely kind, Darry, and write me down for a couple of numbers on Miss "
In the academy itself, every first classman should be required in turn to serve as petty officer and officer; his ability to discharge his duties as such should be a prerequisite to his going into the line, and his success in commanding should largely determine his standing at graduation.
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