After five minutes of this the fireworks ceased, and, though the camp lights still burned the contrast seemed almost like darkness.
The members of the band rose.

As the leader's baton fell the notes of "The Star Spangled Banner" rose triumphant on the night air.

It was a glorious sight as a hundred Army officers and five hundred United States cadets clicked their heels, stood instantly at attention, uncovered their heads and stood with caps held over their hearts.
As the strains died out there was an impressive pause.

Then, in lighter vein, the band rollicked out with the old, familiar, "Good Night Ladies," and, laughing merrily, the visitors departed, their cadet friends going with them only as far as camp limits.
Out on the plains beyond the visitors again halted for a brief instant.
In front of the guard tent a drummer sounded "taps"-- three strokes on the drum.

All but the authorized lights in guard tent and O.C.'s tent were extinguished.
The summer encampment was over.
"Oh, dear!" sighed many a fair visitor as she returned to a sheltering roof.