I believe in hazing.

I believe in being forced to respect and obey my elders.

I believe in a fellow having every grain of conceit driven out of him by heroic measures.

And that's hazing--long may the practice live and flourish!" "Why, what good is hazing doing you ?" insisted Dalzell.
"It's teaching me how to submit and to obey, and how to forget my own vanity, before I am put in command of other men later on.
Danny boy, do you suppose it has cost me no effort to keep my hands at my trousers-seams when I wanted to throw my fists out in front of me?
Do you imagine I have just tamely submitted to a lot of abuse because my spirit was broken?
Danny, I'm trying to train my spirit, instead of letting it boss me! Many and many a time, when the youngsters have started to guy me unmercifully I've fairly ached to jump in and thrash 'em all.

But, instead, I've tried to conquer myself!" "I reckon you're the same old Dave--improved," murmured Midshipman Dalzell, holding out his hand..