Dave Darrins First Year at Annapolis

耢Dave Darrin's First Year at Annapolis

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Title: Dave Darrin's First Year at Annapolis
Author: H. Irving Hancock
Release Date: June 29, 2004 [eBook #12774]
Language: English
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DAVE DARRIN'S FIRST YEAR AT ANNAPOLIS
Two Plebe Midshipmen at the United States Naval Academy
by
H. IRVING HANCOCK

CONTENTS

CHAPTERS
I. Two Admirals in the Bud II. The First Day at the Naval Academy III. A Taste of Hazing IV. The "Youngsters" Who Became "Spoons On" V. Invited to Join the "Frenchers" VI. Dave Passes the Lie VII. On the Field of the Code VIII. The Man Who Won IX. Dan Just Can't Help Being "Touge" X. "Just For Exercise!" XI. Midshipman Henkel Does Some Thinking XII. A Chronic Pap Frapper XIII. Midshipman Farley's About-Face XIV. The Trap in Midshipman's Quarters XV. Air "The Rogue's March" XVI. Brimmer Makes a New Friend XVII. Tony Baits the Hook XVIII. In the Days of "Old Two-Five" XIX. The Collision of the Chesapeake XX. In the Line of Duty XXI. Official and Other Report XXII. The "Bazoo" makes Trouble XXIII. The Spectre at the Fight Party XXIV. Conclusion

CHAPTER I
TWO ADMIRAL'S IN THE BUD
"Dave, I'm getting nervous!"
"Is that the best way you can find to enjoy yourself?" demanded the taller boy.
"But I am, Dave--dreadfully nervous!" insisted Dan Dalzell positively.
"Well, you'll have to conceal it, then. The doctors at the United States Naval Academy won't pass any nervous wrecks," laughed Dave Darrin.
"Don't you understand?" demanded Dan, in a hurt voice. "The nearer we get to Annapolis the more nervous I'm getting."
"You'd better drop off, then," hinted Dave ironically, "and take the next car back to Odenton and Baltimore. What earthly good would a Naval officer be who was going to get nervous as soon as he came in sight of an enemy?"
"But I wouldn't get nervous in the sight the enemy," flared up Dan Dalzell.
"Then why get nervous about the folks down at the Naval Academy? They all intend to be your friends!"
"I guess that is true," Dan went on. "Of course, back in April, we went before the Civil Service Commission and took our academic examinations. We passed, and haven't got that to go up against again."
"We passed the home medical examiner, too," retorted Dave. "In fact, you might say that we passed the sawbones with honors.
"But that medical chap put in a long time listening at my chest," complained Dan Dalzell, who was undeniably fidgeting in his seat. "Then, too, the civil service sawbones told me that, while he passed me, as far as he was concerned, I'd have to stand the ordeal again before the Naval surgeons at Annapolis."
"Well, he did just the same thing with me," rejoined Darrin. "You just keep your eye on me, Dan! Do you see me shaking? Do you hear my voice falter? See me burning any blue lights?
"Perhaps, Dave, you don't take the whole business as much to heart as I do," continued Dan Dalzell almost tremulously. "Why, Great Scott, if they drop me at the Naval Academy, I'll be the bluest fellow you ever saw! But maybe you won't care, Dave, whether you are dropped or not."
"Won't I?" grumbled Darrin. "The Navy is the only thing in life that I care about!"
"Then aren't you nervous, just now?" demanded Dan.
"If I am, I'm not making a show of myself," retorted Darrin.
"But are you nervous?" begged Dan.
"No!" roared Dave, and then he allowed a grin to creep over his face.
"Oh, go ahead and say so tonight," jeered Dan. "Tomorrow, if you have the good luck to get sworn in, you'll have to quit fibbing and begin practicing at telling the truth. A midshipman at the Naval Academy, I understand, is kicked out of the service if he tells lies."
"Not quite--only in case he gets caught," laughed Dave Darrin.
"But really, about being nervous--"
"Oh, forget that sort of nonsense, won't you, Dan, old fellow?" begged his chum. "Just get your eye on the lovely country we're going through."
It was just about the first of June. Our two young travelers had come by train, from Baltimore to a little country junction. Thence they had traveled, briefly, by trolley, to Odenton. There, after a wait of some minutes, they had boarded another trolley car, and were now bowling along through the open country of that part of Maryland. At the end of their journey lay the historic little town of Annapolis. It was now after seven o'clock; still daylight, the fag