The officers who served as instructors at West Point did not by any means escape in the running fire of minstrelsy nonsense.
Then came forth a woeful figure, blackfaced and attired in a dilapidated uniform.

As he turned sideways it was noted that this cadet, who was really a rollicking second class man, wore on his back a card labeled in large letters: "Plebe.

Please don't mistreat." At first sight of the pitiable object a roar of laughter went up from the spectators.

Nowhere was the laughter louder than in the ranks of the standing plebes themselves, at the rear of the audience.

This woeful-looking performer, after the orchestra had played a few preliminary strains, launched into a parody of "Nobody Loves Me." The song was full of hits on the b.j.