Cornell Stories

ll line up as follows : A B C D E F G H Wolsey R. Brainard, Commandant. r I "HE next morning D Company, of the First -- Battalion, was angry. Now at Cornell, drill, though a trifle below the standard set at West Point, is no idle dream. With the exception of physical wrecks, athletes, law-school men, and co-eds, every one in all the university must grind for four solid terms at the manual and marching movements. If a man, no matter who, snaps his fingers insolently in the face of the university, and loudly denounces the grind, saying that he came to college tostudy, and not to be a tin soldier, he is more than likely to find at the end of his four years that his cards in the Registrar's office are marked, 1 Drill 0 and 2 Drill 0, which means that the university politely, but firmly, refuses to graduate him. This is, of course, a nuisance. On the other hand, if a man drills quietly, and without making a fuss, the university is so grateful that it allows him three cuts each term, and a leniency touching the matter of sick excuses; and after two years of drill he is given, as a reward, the right to demand a commission, and to become a lieutenant with white stripes on his trousers. Some men ask for their commissions because they are anxious to taste authority, and some because they genuinely like to drill. Most of them, however, sell their uniforms to freshmen, and consider themselves lucky. This commission is freely given, that ...