He mastered all the work of the soldier in ranks.

At bottoms Mr.Briggs is really a very good little boy soldier.

But he's so abominably and incurably fresh that he should have gone to Annapolis, where there's always some salt in the breeze.
"What has Mr.Briggs been doing now ?" asked Dick with interest.
"What doesn't Mr.Briggs do ?" sighed Furlong mournfully.

"Instead of sleeping nights, that beast must lie awake, devising more ways of being unutterably fresh.

But now he's contaminating his bunkie, Mr.Ellis." "Evil company always did work havoc with good manners," nodded Dick.
"So Mr.Ellis has gone bad, has he ?" "Do you know," continued Furlong severely, "that three mornings ago, when Jessup, of our class, was dressing at forty horsepower so he wouldn't miss reveille formation, that he stepped into two shoes full of soft soap, and had to go out sloshing into line in that shape, just because he couldn't spare the time to take his shoes off and empty them?
"Yes," nodded Prescott.