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UQ ' - HY hello, old man! I'm awfully glad to see you. You are on leave, I suppose. What! not v in the Army? Why, man, I thought you would make the Engineers! Yes, I've been back E X to the old place once. It's a long story, but if you really wish to hear it I'll try to tell you. As you may remember, it was at my Plebe Christmas that I was found in Math and given my discharge from the Academy. I had come to hate the place, and had made a reso- 6, lution never to return, but time mellows memories, and in May, 1911, I found myself once more at the Point, with the object of looking up my former classmates. Accordingly I went to the guard-house to call out some of the fellows, and upon entering the O. Dfs oftice I was greeted by that official himself in the form of Private Heidt-weariing caplaiws chevrmzs. He remembered me and directed me to Phil Fleming's room, where I expected to find some of my old friends. I knew West Point well enough to know better than knock, so I opened the door and walked in. What do you suppose I saw? Well, I'll tell you. Seated around a table in the center of the room were Phil Fleming, Paul Reinecke, Bennie Lockwood, Hoisington, Bowley, and Porty Nance--playing poker! I was dum- founded, and after shaking hands with them I proceeded to say so. Oh, this is nothing! said Paul, only a little Gfty-cent limit game. VVe were getting tired any way and were going to stop when you came in. Thirsty? I admitted that I'd like a drink of cool water. U Water nothing! Bennie, get out the booze---that full quart. You see we have to keep it pretty well hidden to-day, for Heidt is O. D., and he's such a quill he wouldn't hesitate to skin us. I-Ie is too efficient to suit me. Well, fellows, what's the news? I asked, as soon as we had gotten settled and had our drinks. Tell me aboutthings. You know I haven't been here in three years. Who are the makes and honor men? Well, said Bennie, you shouldn't expect much news about makes from a crowd of bucks like us, but I'1l tell you all I can. Snake Evans is, of course, adjutantg he has all the requisites, including form and a liking 44