DICK BONES TROUBLE As May drew on towards June there was, among the yearlings, a noticeable falling off of interest in hazing.

Every second-year man in the corps found himself much more interested in his standing in his studies than formerly.
Several of the yearlings had reason to feel acutely concerned over their standing in academic work.

That some of them would be "found" and dropped from the corps on account of their deficiencies was almost a foregone conclusion.
So the warm nights of May found anxious young men in all the classes boning up to within a few minutes of the sound of taps.
Least anxious of all the cadets were the scores of new plebes.

They had been required to report in March mainly that they might acquire the proper West Point habits of study and recitation before going into the summer encampment.

Hence these new plebes were not to be treated very searchingly in the academic work.
One afternoon Greg, who had felt half ailing for twenty-four hours, went on sick report and walked to the hospital to consult the medical officer in charge.
Captain Goodwin looked Greg over and ordered him to remain at hospital that night for observation and treatment, declaring that the young plebe would doubtless be all right by morning.
Cadet Prescott was alone in their room, boning hard, at about nine that evening, when a member of the cadet guard informed him that he was wanted by the O.C.It was only to make an explanation of something trivial that had occurred that afternoon.
As Dick rose, placing his desk in order, he decided to turn off the gas during his absence.