New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1916-04-16
ODEN CEASON FOR ROCKIES IS ALMOST HER

each on his allotted cot, in detected attitude.
BY George. that's the stuff" cried Grady
Does one dress here, or down on the sbo-.,,
queried Morry.
Bathing suits, Or
Come on, let's find out,'
The lake was twinkling and aashinc md.
the afternoon sun; already many white. s,...
bodies were depoyng painfully over the bowl
ders of the shore. Tent 81 Joined the seramNr.
down the steep bank beyond the railway trac,.
ard in fresh lake water and foamy lather ,oo,
the four-weeks' rockies pledge to wash bebirs
the ears.
The company street was one Of eight. 7,
was j double row Of brown pyramidal tent,
lined up with military precision, so that IN.
entrance of Tent 81. for instance. faced ,b.,
Of Tent .. Sloping ground lay between. ana
the rockies who lived on the lower side Of ths
street had TO step across a shallow drainao.
trench on entering his canvas home.
Some twenty-five feet wide was the cor,nar,
street-an ample lane for the double rant
formations of the first days Of training in tbo
manual of arms and the position of the soldier
but rather narrow for the settng-up exercises
and baseball.
THE TOP SERGEANT'S WHISTLE
TWENTY-SEVEN TIMES A DAY
1t became, very shortly, an intimate. friend,
thoroughfare. Its peryading spirit was tho -,
sergeant, young non-com, with the fire Of am
biton in his eyes and whistle that tbrnlo1
the 100 rockies with horror He alone lno,.
the meaning of the twenty-seven buolo car,
which punctuated the day from first call TO-
reveille to taps; the rest only knew that who,
the tops whistle blew it was time to 90,
wiggle on! Only the a. m. and p. NJ si,I
calls could be ignored by the healthy rookie
he would escape a calldown
\ quarter to in the morning. Ont Of ,l.
silence, broken only by the irregular snore, ~
eager sleepers, came a bucle CALL
Hey. What's that-frst cau?r priva..
Brown woke and sat up. throwing aside tbrss
o. D. blankets (Which no longer tickled hi,
neck. but seemed pleasartcr than The caross n
fine linen). Grady, now corporal and Hto
father Of Tent 81, was Off his cot In one move.
ment his bare feet shrinking from first contac,
with The cold ground.
Wake up gentesn shouted Grady. n,
movement from the cots O. four slccpers.
Say" in a crescendo Of h0rrifed warning.
"do you fellows want me to report you a5sen,
from formation?"
Hardy was reaching for DIS breechos rs he
scrambled out Lester worked frantically al
the lacings OF brooches, shoes and Ieqgirs. and
only Phillips, owning some hitherto hidden
genius for efficiency, seemed TO rise and dres,
in gentemanly leisure
That first bugle call, followed instantly bv
the "Top's' shriIl whistle and h3arse ou,crv
"First call. First call. Company X. Firt
call!' turned the tents into seething. noisy
cages, and as reveille sounded. at five minutes
to 6, the street became alive with buttoning
and hurrying men.
In such time there's no temptation to stop
and ask yourself, as you bolt % your place IN
the rapidly forming double rank. whether
you've been introduced to the man who iostlei
you and painted:
It's a wonder they wouldn't give fenov
time to wash his face
SETTING-UP EXERCISES ARE GREAT
FOR THE SPIRIT OF DEMOCRACY.
A minute later that same irri.atei rookie
Che plays polo like a whirlwind. and hunts in
England when peace reigus) was following the
company commander in an exercise which
brings legs wide apart with 2 jump as the
hands are thrown violently above the head
Sleepy and sore yourself, you grin az the ami
mated jumpng-jack in your right front, and as
you both fall fat on the stomach. and begin
to push the earth away from you hopeessly
and desperately, that mans stra.ring attitude
strikes you as the funniest thing n the world,
and you collapse. giegling. IIe sees you gig.
Cling. and is infected too. As you both rise,
painfully, and limp back into double rank
formation there isn't even a sprinkle Of fros,
between you.
SO the street becomes n democracy. At The
top stand the tents Of the company commander
and his first lieutenant. facing down its length.
A bulletin board. crowded with typed ns.rue-
tons and reminders stands beside the quar-
termaster sergeant's tent md dryg0ods box
on stills holds the mail for Company X. Paw
ing over the letters. Rookie Brown comes upon
names that have held the front pages Of the
newspapers-diplomats. fnareer, o.Hcehot'
ers, polo players. social lights. a police in
spector, n college professor who has poked MS
head at some time above the rim Of his BOOK
and said hello 10 the world