We got an awful lot to learn; it scares me to think of what I don't know about being any sort of a rear-rank private.

Why, it's a regular _profession_, like practising law, or selling for a drug house on the road.

Golly! Do you remember how we talked about that, 'way back in freshman year, what we were going to do when we got out of college?
You were going to be practising law, for instance, and I--well, f'r instance, remember Colburn; he was going to be a doctor, and he did go to some medical school for one year.

Now he's in the Red Cross, somewhere in _Persia_.
Golly!" He paused to digest this impossibility, then chattered briskly on.
"Well, there's _one_ good old boy was with our class for a while, back in freshman year; I bet we won't see him in any good old army! Old rough-neck Linski that you put the knob on his nose for.

Tommie Hopper says he saw him last summer in Chicago soapboxin', yellin' his head off cussin' every government under the sun, but mostly ours and the Allies', you bet, and going to run the earth by revolution and representatives of unskilled labour immigrants, nobody that can read or write allowed to vote, except Linski.