With all due and high respect, gentlemen, for my own roommate, I desire to bring forward for your consideration the one who, I feel certain, stands more closely than any of us to all the grand old traditions of intelligence, daring, loyalty, leadership, good fellowship and unfailing good judgment.

The man I would nominate, sir, will, to my mind, lead this class as no class has been led at the Military Academy within the last generation or two." Mr.Anstey paused, glancing at the faces in front.
"Name him!" "Yes! Name him!" "Mr.Chairman, and classmates," continued the Virginian, "I have the honor--and I assure you I feel it an honor to have made the discovery--I have the honor to place in nomination for the class presidency the name of that splendid fellow and soldier-at-heart--Mr.
Prescott!" Greg it was gave a whoop that started the cheering.
"You sneak!" muttered Dodge under his breath, trying to hide the fire that burned in his eyes as he looked again at Cadet Anstey.

But five men caught the low-uttered word and it cost Dodge five votes.
"Further nominations are in order," suggested Chairman Hopper.
There was a long pause, after which it was moved, seconded and carried that the nominations be closed.
"The chair then directs," continued Mr.Hooper, "that Messrs.
Gentry, Hawkes, Fletcher and Simmons serve as tellers.

Voting will be by written ballot, on slips that will be supplied by the tellers." Soon the tellers circulated again through the meeting, receiving the written ballots in their caps.

These were brought forward to the table behind the platform desk and counted.