Dick Prescott's Second Year at West Point - Finding the Glory of the Soldier's Life by H. Irving (Harrie Irving) Hancock
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furnishing subjects for the news that was despatched to a Virginia
seminary. "Come on, old ramrod," urged Greg one Saturday night, as he gave great heed to his dressing. "You'll bone yourself dry, staying here all the time with Smith's conic sections. Drop that dry math. rot and stag it with me over at Cullum tonight. You can take math. up again after chapel tomorrow." "Thank you," replied Prescott, turning around from the study table at which he was seated. "I don't care much for the social whirl while there's any doubt about the January exams. It would be no pleasure to go over to Cullum. There'll be real satisfaction if I can look forward to better marking this coming week." Dick spent his time until taps at the study table. But when he closed the book it was with a sigh of satisfaction. "If I can only go through a few more nights as easily as I have tonight, I'll soon astound myself by maxing it" (making one of the highest marks), he told himself. "I think I'm beginning to see real light in conic sections, but I'll have the books out again tomorrow afternoon." * * * * * * * * "Well?" challenged Holmes gayly, as he entered their room after the hop. "I believe I'm going to turn over a new leaf and max it some," |
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