Perhaps he would even fight.
True hazing, however, does not aim at cruelty, but at teaching a new man to obey, no matter how absurd the order.
In another moment the grim lines around the corners of Dave's mouth softened to a grin.
"Wipe off that ha-ha look, mister!" warned Youngster Paulson.
"I'll sing, gentlemen, if you think you can stand it," Dave promised.
"You'll sing, mister, because you've been ordered to do so," reported Paulson as master of ceremonies.

"Now, then, let us have that paragraph to the air of 'Yankee Doodle.'" Dave obeyed.

To do him justice, he sang the best that he knew how, but that wasn't saying much for quality.

Dave had a good voice for a leader of men, but a poor one for a singer.
Somehow, he got through the ordeal.
"Now, cast your eye on the paragraph marked as number two," directed Mr.Paulson.

"Mister, the 'Bazoo' in your left hand.