United States Military Academy West Point - Howitzer Yearbook (West Point, NY)

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. . . This, O it ' s an imitation of the real walk down under the liill . . . We ' ll go there tomorrow . . . Want to go thru? All righty . . Did you ever hoar the story of the real rock ... O to be sure you ' ve been here before, and that is the very first thing a femme hears is it not ? . . . Well . . . . . Please . . . Why not ? . . . Aw . . Say . . you Mister Dumbjohn up there what do you mean by tipping the rock before I have half a chance? . . . Give me another trial . . . No? . . . . . . Yes? . . . UMmmmm . . . That ' s a good sport . . . What do we care, we are not the first ones he has seen tonight . . . Now we ' re out. do you care to dance? . . . All righty . . . Yes, this is our own little orchestra . . . All Kaydets, sure .... Gee, hut you ' re some classy dancer .... You did ! . . . Why, I have a sister who is study- ing synthetic dancing . . . Now, arc you hungry? .... It is cold, isn ' t it? . . . Pity those poor chaperons sitting out there in the wind all night . . . . O, but you see, there is only room inside the tents for the Kaydets and femmes . . . O. mine, it is over on the other street . . . Yes, we worked all day on it, but I ' m saving it as a Little surprise . . . Really want to go now. for it might In ' so nice and warm you wouldn ' t want to leave again at all . . . O, I mean to come out and dance again . . . O all righty . . . Here it is, number 17 . . . Right in . . . Really like it or just kid- ding . . . Thanks . . . It ' s not a rial fireplace, only a desk camouflaged and a light buried under those tent pins and red paper ... I wish now we hadn ' t fixed it so prettily, everyone stops to look in . . . That ' s a good one, calling these things sofas; they are the hardest cots imaginable, but by putting two of them together and padding them .... Will, let ' s dance some more, it is getting late .... We have to quit at twelve, you know. We have to move tomorrow, and need the sleep .... Hurry. Walt Young is making a speech, and t know it is good . . . We missed part of it . . . Let ' s try some of this punch, what say? . . . .... Don ' t be timid, there ' s lots more . . . They tell me this is the last dance . . . Yes. too bad isn ' t it . . . Well, that ' s that, and we must go home . . . told? . . . Here .... That better? Now I must say goodnight . . . No. here; there ' s no reason for going on up there now . . . right here . . . Now we can go on . . . Goodnight . . . . See you tomorrow . . . Gee, but she was a cold 3.0 !! ! II Is 1

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I 1 V CAMP ILLUMINATION WHY hello. Maisir. how ' s tricks? . . Is the chaperon coming tonight? . . I ' m glad of that, for she might be terribly lonely . . . What? . . . O. yes. a lot of tin- girls arc wearing cos- tumes tonight, hut you need not worry, we can dig up some old Kaydet clothes over in camp . . . . Ready? . . . We ' re off . . . OOOOoooo Aren ' t you cold . . . Yes. the wind sweeps down the river without anything to hinder it . . . Yes. it is rather unusual for the summer, hut you might expect something like that ... ). yes. that is Washington . . . Yes. somebody gave it to the Aca- demy at some time or other . . . Yes, . . . O that, that is a sentry box . . . No. they never use them except in ease of rain . . . O sure, there arc ten sentinels walking around here all tin- time . . . . No. I do not worry, only the bucks have to walk post . . . There is the guard tent over there, that is the place to go if you want a Kaydet in a hurry . . . And that is the baseball diamond . . . Yes. . . O those big lights, they are used during the winter to light the football field . . . Yes. it gets dark rather early, and .artificial light is necessarj during practice . . . No. those arc not officers, they are M. P. ' s . . Military Police, Cops . . . This is the running track, yes . . . These tents? . . . O. this is home . . . Yes. indeed, not only that hut we live four to a tent . . . O there ' s lots Page two hundred seventeen

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