"I miss everything of an outdoor nature, when it is withheld from me." "Oh, if you're missing outdoors just now, you might go out and keep on, within cadet limits, until you've tramped five miles," grinned the cadet from Virginia.
"If some of the upper class men found that we liked to be out in a snowstorm, I'm afraid they'd make us stand on our heads in a drift," laughed Cadet Holmes.
"Speaking of that," continued Anstey, wheeling about, "have any of you fellows run into real hazing as yet ?" "Not I," replied Prescott, with a shake of his head.
"Nor I," added Greg.
"It's a shame that we should be expected to put up with any such nonsense," growled Cadet Dodge belligerently.

"Who are the yearlings that they should feel at liberty to rub our noses in the mud! We plebes ought to combine to put a stop to this outrage.
Now, I'd like to see any smart year--" "Eh!" called a voice, cheerily, as the door was thrust open.
Yearling cadets Pratt and Judson stepped into the room.
Instantly three of the plebes present rose and stood at attention.
Bert Dodge didn't.
"What has got into your sense of military manners, mister!" demanded Cadet Pratt, transfixing Bert with a haughty stare.
"What's wrong with my manners!" demanded Cadet Dodge.
"What's that!" cried Pratt.
"What's wrong with my manners!" repeated Dodge, though a bit more tractably.
"What ?" "What is wrong with my manners, sir!" Bert amended.
"That's just a shade better, mister," admitted Yearling Pratt.

"But you are too sparing of your 'sirs,' mister.

Now, answer me again, and use 'sir' after each word." Plebe Dodge gulped hard, but Pratt and Judson were glaring at him.

So he began: "What, sir, is, sir, wrong, sir, with, sir, my, sir, manners, sir!" "Mister, why didn't you stand at attention when we entered the room!" "Because you're not--" "What!" exploded Yearling Judson.
"Because, sir, you're, sir, not, sir, my, sir, superior, sir, officers, sir." "Are we yearlings!" "Yes, sir." "And what are you!" demanded Cadet Judson, with infinite contempt.
"Only, sir, a, sir, plebe, sir." "Mangy, unkempt, uncouth and offensive, are you not!" Bert flared and swallowed hard, but he responded, very meekly: "Yes, Sir." "You're--what ?" "A, sir, mangy, sir, unkempt, sir, uncouth, sir, and, sir, offensive, sir, plebe, sir." "Very true," nodded Mr.Pratt.