Philip Dru: Administrator | Page 2

Edward Mandell House
military display.
There was among the young graduating soldiers one who seemed depressed and out of
touch with the triumphant blare of militarism, for he alone of his fellow classmen had
there no kith nor kin to bid him God-speed in his new career.
Standing apart under the broad shadow of an oak, he looked out over long stretches of
forest and river, but what he saw was his home in distant Kentucky--the old farmhouse
that the sun and the rain and the lichens had softened into a mottled gray. He saw the
gleaming brook that wound its way through the tangle of orchard and garden, and parted
the distant blue-grass meadow.
He saw his aged mother sitting under the honeysuckle trellis, book in hand, but thinking,
he knew, of him. And then there was the perfume of the flowers, the droning of the bees
in the warm sweet air and the drowsy hound at his father's feet.
But this was not all the young man saw, for Philip Dru, in spite of his military training,

was a close student of the affairs of his country, and he saw that which raised grave
doubts in his mind as to the outcome of his career. He saw many of the civil institutions
of his country debased by the power of wealth under the thin guise of the constitutional
protection of property. He saw the Army which he had sworn to serve faithfully
becoming prostituted by this same power, and used at times for purposes of intimidation
and petty conquests where the interests of wealth were at stake. He saw the great city
where luxury, dominant and defiant, existed largely by grace of exploitation--
exploitation of men, women and children.
The young man's eyes had become bright and hard, when his day-dream was interrupted,
and he was looking into the gray-blue eyes of Gloria Strawn--the one whose lot he had
been comparing to that of her sisters in the city, in the mills, the sweatshops, the big
stores, and the streets. He had met her for the first time a few hours before, when his
friend and classmate, Jack Strawn, had presented him to his sister. No comrade knew Dru
better than Strawn, and no one admired him so much. Therefore, Gloria, ever seeking a
closer contact with life, had come to West Point eager to meet the lithe young Kentuckian,
and to measure him by the other men of her acquaintance.
She was disappointed in his appearance, for she had fancied him almost god-like in both
size and beauty, and she saw a man of medium height, slender but toughly knit, and with
a strong, but homely face. When he smiled and spoke she forgot her disappointment, and
her interest revived, for her sharp city sense caught the trail of a new experience.
To Philip Dru, whose thought of and experience with women was almost nothing, so
engrossed had he been in his studies, military and economic, Gloria seemed little more
than a child. And yet her frank glance of appraisal when he had been introduced to her,
and her easy though somewhat languid conversation on the affairs of the commencement,
perplexed and slightly annoyed him. He even felt some embarrassment in her presence.
Child though he knew her to be, he hesitated whether he should call her by her given
name, and was taken aback when she smilingly thanked him for doing so, with the
assurance that she was often bored with the eternal conventionality of people in her social
circle.
Suddenly turning from the commonplaces of the day, Gloria looked directly at Philip, and
with easy self-possession turned the conversation to himself.
"I am wondering, Mr. Dru, why you came to West Point and why it is you like the
thought of being a soldier?" she asked. "An American soldier has to fight so seldom that I
have heard that the insurance companies regard them as the best of risks, so what
attraction, Mr. Dru, can a military career have for you?"
Never before had Philip been asked such a question, and it surprised him that it should
come from this slip of a girl, but he answered her in the serious strain of his thoughts.
"As far back as I can remember," he said, "I have wanted to be a soldier. I have no desire
to destroy and kill, and yet there is within me the lust for action and battle. It is the
primitive man in me, I suppose, but sobered and enlightened by civilization. I would do

everything in my power to avert war and the suffering it entails. Fate, inclination, or what
not has brought me here, and I hope my life may not be wasted, but that in God's own
way, I may be a humble
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