Mister, on your feet!" Dave promptly returned to normal attitude, standing respectfully at attention.
"Mister," continued Paulson, "you will be allowed to retain this marked copy of the 'Bazoo.' You are warned to keep it out of sight, ordinarily, that none of the discipline officers may find it.
But you will continue to refer to it several times daily, until you are sure that you have committed all of the marked paragraphs to heart, so that you can reel them off in song or in declamation.
And you will be prepared, at all times, to favor any of the upper class men with these selections, whenever called for.

Good night, mister! "Good night, sir." Dave returned the salutations of each of the departing visitors.
Just as Brooks, the last of the lot, was passing through the doorway, the warning bell before taps sounded.
For a moment Dave Darrin, his face still red, stood behind the closed door, shaking his fist after the departing visitors.
"Why didn't you shake your fist while they were in the room ?" asked Dalzell bluntly.
"That would have started a fight, as the least consequence," replied Dave, more soberly.
"A fight, eh ?" chuckled Dan.

"Dave, I don't know what has come over you lately.

There was a time when you didn't mind fights." "I have fought three times since coming here," Darrin replied soberly.
"And I have fought seven times," retorted Dan.
"Puzzle: Guess which one of us was found the fresher," laughed Darrin.
"I never thought you'd stand anything such as you've endured at Annapolis, without pounding your way through thick ranks of fighters," mused Dalzell aloud.

"Dave, I can't fathom your meekness." "Perhaps it isn't meekness," returned Darrin, wheeling and looking at his chum.
"If it isn't meekness, then what is it?
And, Dave, you used to be the hothead, the living firebrand of Dick & Co.!" "Danny boy, if hazing has lived nearly seventy years at Annapolis, then it's because hazing is a good thing for the seedling Naval officer.