CONCLUSION The graduating exercises at West Point had finished.

The Secretary of War, in the presence of the superintendent, the commandant and the members of the faculty of the United States Military Academy, flanked by the Board of Visitors, had handed his diploma to the last man, the cadet at the foot of the graduating class, Mr.Atterbury.
Dick had graduated as number thirty-four; Greg as thirty-seven.
Either might have chosen the cavalry, or possibly the artillery arm of the service, but both had already expressed a preference for the infantry arm.
"The 'doughboys' (infantry) are always the fellows who see the hardest of the fighting in war time," was the way Dick put it.
Now the superintendent made a few closing remarks.

These finished, the band blared out with a triumphal march, to the first notes of which the first class rose and marched out, amid cheers and hand-clapping, to be followed by the other classes.
Five minutes later the young graduates were laying aside the gray uniform for good and all.

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clothes now went on, and each grad.