And, mark me, Belle, the Navy is going to carry away the Army's scalp this year." "Are you going to join the team ?" asked Belle.
"I can't say, until I get back.

But I've been training.

I hope to be called to the team.

So does Dan." "I hope you and Dan both make the eleven," cried Belle, "so that you can get away to see the game." "Why, we can see the game better," retorted Dave, "if we don't make the team." "Why, are midshipmen who don't belong to the eleven allowed to see the game ?" asked Belle in some surprise.
"Are we ?" demanded Dave.

"Belle, don't you know what the Army-Navy game on the Saturday after Thanksgiving Day is like?
The entire brigade of midshipmen and the whole corps of cadets travel over to Philadelphia.
There, on Franklin Field, before an average of thirty thousand yelling spectators, the great annual game of the two great national academies is fought out." "You haven't gone to see the annual game at Philadelphia before this, have you ?" asked Miss Meade.
"No." "Why not ?" "Because, Belle, both years, at Thanksgiving time, Danny boy and I have found ourselves so far behind in our studies that we just took the time to stay behind and bone, bone, bone over our books." "And you think this year will be different ?" "Oh, yes; when a man is half way through Annapolis the studies become easier to him.