Many of us feel that the yearling class is devoting all its energies to making that road a still rougher one." "Hear! Hear!" cried a dozen at once.
"But, gentlemen," continued the new class president, "next June we shall be yearlings.

There will be a new lot of plebes here, and I feel rather certain that we shall treat them just about as we are now being treated." There were murmurs of dissent at this.
"For generations," continued Cadet Prescott, "the plebe at West Point has had to rough it.

You are all familiar with the truism that a soldier must learn to obey before he is fit for command.

In much the same way, I fancy, the plebe must travel a rough road before he is thoroughly broken in and fitted to enjoy the delights of full equality and recognition with upper class men.
"We are no more put upon than was every present upper class man during his first year here.

When we reach the sublime heights on which the yearlings dwell I believe that we shall look back and appreciate the fact that we truly needed some round thrashing into shape.