There were drills, parades, cross-country marches.

The day's work at the Naval Academy, at any season of the year, is arranged so that hard mental work is always followed by lively physical exertion, much of it in the open air.
Dalzell, returning one afternoon from the library encountered Midshipman Farley, who was looking unaccountably gloomy.
"What's the trouble, Farl---dyspepsia ?" grinned Dan, linking one arm through his friend's.

"Own up!" "Danny, I'm in the dumps," confessed Farley.

"I hate to acknowledge it, but I've been fearfully tempted, for the last three days, to send in my resignation." "What's her name ?" grinningly demanded Dalzell, who had bravely recovered from his own two meetings with Venus.
"It isn't a girl---bosh!" jeered Farley.

"There's only one girl in the world I'm interested in---and she's my kid sister." "Then why this talk of resigning." "Danny, I'm simply afraid that I'm not made of the stuff to make a competent Naval officer.