THE FURLOUGHMAN.
Another June rolled around, the Board of Visitors arrived, the customary
salute was fired and the alumni meeting held. The examinations were
completed, another class was graduated and a new one admitted to the
corps. As usual, at the annual examinations some of the “found” were
turned back to join the next class, while the other unfortunates left the
Point to return no more as cadets. The fortunate graduates and the happy
furloughmen, after drawing the “balances due” from the Treasurer of the
Academy, donned their “cit” clothes and went on furlough; the graduates
to assume the duties of Second Lieutenants in the army at the expiration
of their “graduating leave” on the 30th of the following September, and
the second classmen to return to the Point at the expiration of their
“furlough” on the 28th of August. The amounts due varied according to
the economy practiced by the cadets. Some had nothing due, while others
received as much as two hundred dollars in addition to the “equipment
fund.” Four dollars per month is retained from the pay of each cadet as
his “equipment fund,” and it is given to him when he graduates or leaves
the Academy never to return as a cadet.
Mine was the furlough class this year, and when I reached home my mother
made me open my trunk in the back yard, and she herself was present to
see that I shook and aired everything I had, for the reason, she said,
that, as there were no women to keep things clean about our barracks, she
was sure that we had bedbugs there.
I had not been at home long when an old Quaker called on me and said:
“H⸺, I have been waiting for thee to come home. During the war I noticed
that soldiers always stepped off with the left foot first, and now that
thee has been to the Government’s Military School for two years, thee
probably knows why.” I had to confess my ignorance on the subject then,
and I must confess it now.
One day I received an invitation to visit a battalion of State Militia in
camp, and I was requested to take my uniform. I accepted the invitation,
and wore it in camp. I was able to and did give instruction in many
points of the tactics, which at that time were new to the militia, and at
the same time I learned much at this camp that was new and useful to me.
At the request of the commanding officer of the camp I acted as Adjutant
at parades and guard-mounts. I got along all right after the first dress
parade, where I took post on the wrong side of the commanding officer
after having presented arms to him. However, the militia of my state was
not then as well posted on tactics[50] as it is to-day; my blunder was
not discovered.
During furlough some of my classmates visited me, and I visited some of
them, and we had a jolly good time of course, for all college men enjoy
their vacations. While students of other colleges usually have several
months’ vacation every year, West Point cadets have but one vacation in
their four years. With many pleasures and not a care the summer soon
passed, and as usual most of the furloughmen met in New York to return
together from there.
A warm welcome awaited us in “Camp Belknap,” that being the name of
the camp at the Point this year. Mustaches and side whiskers that we
had grown during the summer all had to come off before we reported our
return to the Adjutant. We soon shaved, visited the trunk rooms, donned
our uniforms and reported for duty. After a gay time on the “color line”
that evening we turned in with the first classmen, who had long been our
friends, although they were once the yearlings who had deviled us in our
plebe camp; so quickly is the deviling forgiven and yet never forgotten.
The next day we “broke camp” and returned to barracks, this time to begin
on the hardest studies[51] of the four years. It did not take us long to
get down to hard study and drill again and to become interested once
more in the few things that afford pleasure to cadets during the Academic
year.
After arriving at the Point and before reporting the return from
furlough, it has long been a custom to have a class picture taken upon
the chapel steps, and when sitting for this picture furloughmen generally
look as “tough” as possible, as may be seen from the picture of the group
of furloughmen.
When marching to and from meals, long before I myself became a second
classman, I observed four members of the then second class who did not
march with the battalion, but who strolled leisurely to and from the Mess
Hall. My first thought was that they had been excused by the Post Surgeon
from marching to and from meals, but upon inquiry I learned that these
four were “Company Clerks,” and that they were detailed on special duty
upon the recommendations of the first sergeants. Hence I promptly secured
the promise of D⸺t that if he obtained the first sergeancy of C Company
I should be the company clerk. He was made the first sergeant and kept
his promise to me, and for more than a year I made out the muster rolls
and guard details of C Company. From that day I have not walked post as a
sentinel; the first year because I was company clerk, and the next year
because first classmen do not do guard duty after the plebes begin to
go on guard. Neither did I march to and from meals any more; the first
year because I was company clerk and the next because I was one of twelve
first classmen who, at that time, took their meals at a private house in
Professor’s Row.
Professor K⸺k was an old bachelor, but he kept open house on Saturday
afternoons, and it was a great pleasure to him to welcome cadet callers.
He always treated them to waffles and maple syrup or to something else
equally as delicious and not found on the Mess Hall bill of fare.
In my day the gas tips in cadet rooms did not give a very good light, so
some of the cadets bought better tips and when caught using them they
were of course reported for tampering with public property. G⸺r, of
my class, had an “Argand burner,” and at first he was very careful to
take it off for inspection of quarters, but one evening he was caught
unawares and reported. For this serious offense he was confined to “light
prison” for several months. Light prisons at that time were rooms in
the angle of barracks, and they were off limits for cadets not there in
confinement. The cadet officer of the day carried the prison keys, and
at certain hours, such as for recitations and drills, he would let out
the prisoners. G⸺r got so tired of being alone that he removed a panel of
his prison door and then often went visiting after taps. But he got out
through the panel once too often, for he was caught and then his prison
door was barred and his stay in prison lengthened many weeks.
One day when Captain B⸺s had my cavalry platoon out for a long ride in
the country, just before passing an orchard filled with luscious ripe
apples, the Captain rode from the head to the rear of the column and said
to the rear guide: “Mr. H⸺s, don’t let anyone go into that orchard,” and
then returned to the head of the column. H⸺s saw to it that none of us
“fell out” of ranks, but he himself treated to apples from that orchard.
Cadets are taught the use of the pencil, pen and brush, the latter in
water colors only. In this work we painted from models of landscapes,
figures, ships, etc., and, as may be expected, some cadets were more
skillful than others. Those near the foot of the class in drawing had
hard work to keep from being found deficient in it. To get better results
in water color work the professor occasionally directed a cadet to wash
out a part of his drawing and begin that part over again. In looking
at Cadet G⸺e’s work one day, Professor W⸺r directed him to wash out
the “hull” of the ship he was at work on. After a while the professor
returned and began to scold, when G⸺e “innocently” said: “Why, professor,
you told me to wash out the ‘whole’ of it.” The topographical sketch
of the most interesting part of West Point given on another page is a
reproduction of a specimen of cadet pen and ink work.
We were kept so busy during this year that the time passed rapidly,
notwithstanding many privileges that we had enjoyed were taken away
from us. For instance, this year we were not allowed to go on Christmas
leave, nor to receive Christmas boxes, nor to give an entertainment on
New Year’s Eve. The fact is a new superintendent had taken charge of
affairs and it did not take us long to find it out. Still we soon became
accustomed to the new order of things and all went well.
As I have said, cadets wore old shoes to reveille, and the accompanying
verses express the kindly feelings they have for them:
MY OLD REVEILLES.
You may talk of your gaiters as much as you please,
Their beauty, their elegance, comfort and ease;
But of all the shoes that e’er shoemaker made,
Not a word that is better of them can be said
Than Cadets will say and they’ll not say it to please,
But for pure, honest love of their old Reveilles.
Long ages ago, they have seen their best day;
Tho’ rusty and holey, I’ll not throw them away,
But fondly will cherish tho’ the uppers wear out,
And the soles are all ready to sail up the spout,
For there’s no shoes in the world possess so much ease
For my poor tired feet as my old Reveilles.
The worldly may scoff and at sight of them sneer,
But I’ll cling to them yet for old memories dear;
They covered my feet when a Plebe in distress,
And into my Yearling year helped me to press;
As long as winds whistle and waves roll o’er the seas
Will I look with kind glance on my old Reveilles.
At last when the policeman shall come in some day,
And gather the “rimnants” that I’ve thrown away,
And bears the old rubbish to the heap down below,
Along with the rest in the dust and the snow,
You’ll see them there lying, producers of ease
Sad, lonely, neglected, my old Reveilles.
Others and newer may take their old place,
And with plenteous blacking shine smiles in my face,
My feet will look smaller and better perhaps,
But in the sweet slumbers that come after Taps,
Foremost and fairest of all visions that please,
Will be happy remembrances of my old Reveilles.
Let them go while a tear drop in memory flows
Gently down from my eye-lid and rests on my nose,
But little they’ll reck of my sorrow or pain,
Nor of my longing to get them again.
While over their resting-place cold winds scatter leaves
Where they peacefully sleep—Farewell, Reveilles!
Artillery drills come in each year of the four. The first year the drill
is on foot at the light battery; the next year with horses at the light
battery; the third year on foot at the siege, mortar and sea-coast
batteries, and the last year first classmen act as assistants to the
instructors. Light battery drill with horses is one that all cadets
thoroughly enjoy. There are six pieces (each with its caisson) in the
battery, and there is great rivalry between the cadets and drivers at
each piece, especially in executing some maneuver that ends with firing.
In my day the target for mortar drill was a barrel on a post, placed
at the foot of Cro’ Nest, 1,000 yards or more from the mortar battery,
near “Trophy Point.” One day I was “gunner” of a piece and was fortunate
enough to knock the barrel from its post, a feat rarely accomplished, as
it is very difficult to strike a small object with a mortar.
One of the guns of the sea-coast battery was a very large one, the
diameter of the bore being twenty inches. One day at drill at this
battery, while at “rest,” one of the cadets, who was a little fellow,
crawled into the bore of this big gun. After getting in a certain
distance the more he tried to get out the farther in he went, hence he
had to be pulled out by the heels. The instructor, appreciating the
situation, threatened to report him for being off limits.
Cadets are taught photography, and on pleasant May days second classmen
can often be seen with cameras taking views of the different buildings
and of the many pretty sights about the Point.
One pleasant afternoon in May a classmate and I were walking along
Professor’s Row, near the north gate, and we saw three pretty young
ladies, daughters of Professor W⸺r, sitting on their porch, so we stopped
for a chat. The ladies said that they would play the piano and sing
for us if we would go in the house. My friend declined the invitation,
because he was too near found on demerits to risk being caught off cadet
limits, and we did not have a permit. Up to that time I had had but few
demerits and had been lucky in never having been caught off limits, so
I decided to accept the invitation. When there was no officer in sight
I went in, and passed a merry hour with the young ladies. But when I
came out an officer saw me, and reported me for being off cadet limits.
I wrote an explanation, stating where I was at the time, and that was
all. “Off Limits” is a serious offense, especially in an old cadet,
and besides receiving five or six demerits, I was given six “extras”
officially designated as “Saturday afternoon punishments.” This I did not
relish at all, especially as I had never had any before, but I learned to
my sorrow what an extra meant, and I had ample time to ponder over the
gravity of my offense as I paced to and fro, across the area of barracks,
carrying my rifle “just so,” from 2 p. m. till ten minutes before dress
parade at sunset. I never till then fully realized the length of the days
in May and June. When it came time to go to camp again I had walked only
four of the six extras, and as there are no “extras” in camp, for the
remaining two I was given two weeks “confinement,” i. e., I had to be
in my tent all the time for the first two weeks in my first class camp,
except, of course, when absent from it on duty or by special permission.
Just before this Academic year closed my class selected its quota of
managers for the coming summer hops, and also all of the managers for
the hop that my class gave to the graduating class. The invitations and
programs for these dances were sent to friends, and they began to arrive
with the Board of Visitors and old graduates who came to attend the
Alumni meeting and dinner in the bachelor officers’ part of the Mess Hall.
Cullum Memorial Hall is now used for all hops and the alumni meetings are
usually held in it, and luncheon is served afterwards from the Officers’
Mess, next door.
[Illustration: TO CLASS OF ’72 FROM ’73.
THE PLEASURE OF YOUR COMPANY IS REQUESTED AT A HOP TO BE GIVEN TO THE
GRADUATING CLASS on June 14th.
_Managers_
G. F. HARRISON.
E. W. CASEY.
E. S. BEACOM.
J. E. BLOOM.
West Point, N.Y.]
The new buildings now completed or far enough along to be used are the
bachelor officers’ quarters, across the road east and a little south of
old Fort Clinton; Cullum Memorial Hall, a gift accepted by Congress,
a little further south; the officers’ mess, still further south; the
Administration Building, across the road east of and facing the cadet
mess hall; the power plant, a little further east; the cadet hospital,
a little north of the old one that is now used for married officers’
quarters; the Academic, on the site of, but much larger than the old
one; the North Cadet Barracks, in Professors’ Bow, and a little north
of the old, now called the South Cadet Barracks, to which some years
ago two divisions were added to the east end of its west wing; a second
guard house, in rear, i. e., west of the North Cadet Barracks; a Catholic
church, built, with permission of Congress, by Catholics, on high
ground some distance west of the old north gate that was removed years
ago; many married officers’ quarters, some northwesterly of the old
north gate and some south of the old south gate, that was also removed
years ago—these quarters are built facing the river in two tiers; the
artillery and cavalry barracks and stables are upon two sides of a new
artillery and cavalry plain that adjoins the village of Highland Falls;
the Observatory, on the Hill, now called Observatory Hill, near old Fort
Putnam; lastly, the Cadet Chapel, a beautiful cathedral-like building on
Observatory Hill, crowns the group of handsome buildings. The reservoir
on the west slope of Observatory Hill has been enlarged and a filter
plant added to it.
The new gymnasium and riding hall are now well under way. The gymnasium
is west and a little north of the west wing of the north cadet barracks;
the roof of the old (and but a few years ago the new) gymnasium has been
taken to cover the swimming pool part of this large new building. The
riding hall nearly fills the space between the officers’ mess on the
north and the power plant on the south; in fact, the riding hall and
power plant will join, and on the south-east corner of this building
there will be a tower to correspond with that of the Administration
Building.
The following buildings will soon be razed to the ground, to-wit: the old
Cadet Chapel (to be rebuilt in the cadet cemetery); the old, and but a
few years ago the new Administration Building, from a little south of the
old chapel; the old power plant, from the area of the old cadet barracks;
the old, and but a few years ago the new, cadet sink or water closet
building, from the area of the old cadet barracks; the old gymnasium,
from a little west of the angle of the South Cadet Barracks; the old
riding hall, that is now nearly surrounded by the walls of the new one;
and the officers’ quarters in front of the new gymnasium, as the latter
stands well back of but fronts east on Professors’ Row.
While the Military Academy was the first educational institution in this
country to recognize (in 1817) the value of a uniform system of physical
training it was not till 1890 that the Academic Board allowed cadet teams
to play against teams of other institutions. The first contest being a
baseball game with an Annapolis midshipmen team, then came other contests
with teams from other colleges. Now contests are held annually—and since
1908 under official control—with outside teams in baseball, football,
fencing, basketball and hockey. The present system of indoor gymnastics
dates from 1882 and track work, tennis, golf, polo and wrestling are
indulged in. Most of the contests are held at West Point—many of them
being played on the beautiful green infantry parade ground—and seats
arranged in tiers like the bleechers at professional ball games are put
up in sections on the plain to accommodate the thousands of spectators
that now witness these contests. There being no admission fee the seats
are assigned by tickets to the cadets and their friends, and to officers
and friends of the Academy who voluntarily contribute to the financial
support of cadet athletics.
Certain cadets who excel in athletics, i. e., those who have actually
played on an Academy (first) team for a year are entitled to wear a large
A, (the initial of Army) on the sweater, jersey, jacket, cap or other
article of athletic uniform, subject to the following:
1st. In football they must play in two-thirds of all games
played with outside teams or in a Navy game.
2d. In baseball they must play in two-thirds of all games
played with outside teams or in a Navy game.
3d. In fencing they must participate in three-fifths of all
contests fenced with outside teams, or in the Intercollegiate
contest.
4th. Any cadet who at an Outdoor Meet breaks an Academy record.
To keep pace with other colleges cadets now have “colors” and “yells.”
For the Class of 1909 the color is gold, and the yell is—
SISS! BOOM! AH!
U. S. M. A.! RAH! RAH! U. S. M. A.! RAH! RAH!
HOO RAH! HOO RAH!
NAUGHTY-NINE!
RAH!
For the Class of 1910 the color is royal purple, and the yell is—
R-A-Y! RAH! RAH!
R-A-Y! RAH! RAH!
U. S. M. A.
NINETEEN TEN!
For the Class of 1911 the color is Maroon, and the yell is—
HOO-RAH-RAH! HOO-RAH-RAH!
HOO-RAH! HOO-RAY! U. S. M. A.
1911! 1911! 1911!
For the Class of 1912 the color is royal-blue, and the yell is—
U. S. M. A.!
U. S. M. A.!
U. S. M. A.!
1912! RAY!
While the Corps colors are gray, black and gold, and the Corps yell is—
Rah, Rah, Ray,
Rah, Rah, Ray,
West Point
West Point
AR-MAY!
Rah, Rah, Ray.
Rah, Rah, Rah, Rah, Rah, Rah, Rah!
West Point,
West Point,
West Point!
And for the Charge yell—
Rah, Rah, Rah, Rah!
Ki-yi, Ki-yi, Ki-yi Ki-yi,
Ki-yi, Ki-yi, Ki-yi,
Wow, Wow, Wow.
Ki-yi, Ki-yi, Ki-yi,
Wow, Wow, Wow.
CHARGE!
Each class elects one or more “Cheer Leaders,” but a first class Cheer
Leader leads the Corps in Corps yells.
In contests with outside teams the West Point team is called the “Army
Team” and the Annapolis team is called the “Navy Team.”
Imagine the feelings of one who graduated at the Academy prior to
1890 listening to cadet yells and to such songs (copied from the 1909
Howitzer) as the following that are now sung by the Corps in the presence
of the Academic Board and other officers, to wit:
_Air_: “Tipperary.”
When you see that old veteran Army Team
Come bounding over the ropes,
And settle right down to a winning game
That breaks the Navy’s hopes,
It makes every genuine soldier’s heart
Fill up with joy and pride.
That he’s of the metal that makes the team,
And that he roots on the Army side.
Throughout this country far and wide,
And islands far away,
Each heart in blue beats hard and beats true
For the Army.
Chorus.
Army, Army, you’re a wonder;
You will snow the Middies under.
Win this game without a blunder, for
You’ve got to win, you’ve got to win,
And _down_ that Navy, _down_ that Navy;
It’s for the honor of the Army.
_Air_: “Women.”
For this season, the old Army Mule
Has adopted the same sporting rule,
Which he holds as inherited right;
And that rule is “fight, fight, fight.”
So the Tiger of Princeton must fall,
And the Yale Bulldog taste bitter gall;
While the beaten Navy Goat
Must leave land and board a boat,
To be safe on his sea of tears.
_Air_: “O’Reilly.”
The Army, The Army,
The Army’s a team that’s sure stormy,
So beat it, you sailor lads, run ’fore the wind,
When our men first blew in here
Your team was skinned.
Poor Navy, dear Navy,
Not even your anchors can save ye,
Your flukes have all stuck, but your line gave way
In this terrible cyclone, the Army.
“FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!”
At the Army-Navy football game, in November, 1908, on Franklin
Field, Philadelphia, Pa., during a moment of suspense between
cheers, some one started the refrain—Fight! Fight! Fight!
Spreading instantaneously through the (West Point) Corps, it
was promptly adopted as the Army’s watchword, and throughout
the remainder of the game the stands throbbed with the stirring
slogan:
Tense is the strain in the stands to-day,—
Six to four, and the army leads!
And, charging in vain ’gainst the line of gray,
The shattered Navy attack recedes.—
For the thought that nerves every Army’s son
Is not the renown of an athlete’s might,
But the call of the Corps, that swells in one
Reverberant chorus, Fight! Fight! Fight!
The bed of the thicket is stained with red,
So fierce was the Moro ambuscade:
Half the men down, and the captain dead,
And each tree shelters a rebel blade.
But the boy, with never a blush of fear,
Forms the shattered ranks, drives the foe in flight.
For the Corps from afar still speaks to him clear,
And the word that he hears is Fight! Fight! Fight!
This is the message that evermore,
While endlessly stretches the firm gray line,
Each son hears whispered anew by the Corps,
“Your life no longer is wholly thine.
Your utmost strength and your fullest meed
Of service is pledged as the Nation’s right
And all through life’s battle, this be your creed
And watchword forever—Fight! Fight! Fight!”
While most of the contests in which a cadet (i. e., the army) team
takes part are played at West Point, some of them are played on other
grounds—notably the annual football game with the Annapolis (i. e., the
Navy) team—it is played on Franklin Field at Philadelphia, Penn., and it
is an event of the year for Washington officials and society folks from
near and from far.
THE WEST POINT HYMN.
[Written by the Reverend Herbert Shipman, a former chaplain at West
Point, and sung by the cadets at the dedication of their new chapel, June
12, 1910.]
THE CORPS! THE CORPS! THE CORPS!
The Corps! bare-headed, salute it,
With eyes up, thanking our God—
That we of the Corps are treading
Where they of the Corps have trod.
They are here in ghostly assemblage,
The men of the Corps long dead,
And our hearts are standing attention
While we wait for their passing tread.
We sons of to-day, we salute you,
You, sons of an earlier day,
We follow, close order, behind you,
Where you have pointed the way;
The long gray line of us stretches
Thro’ the years of a century told,
And the last man feels to his marrow
The grip of your far-off hold.
Grip hands with us now though we see not,
Grip hands with us, strengthen our hearts—
As the long line stiffens and straightens
With the thrill that your presence imparts.
Grip hands, tho’ it be from the shadows,
While we swear, as you did of yore,
Or living, or dying to honor
The Corps, and the Corps, and the Corps.
A few years ago the first class was given permission to have a club and
the First Classmen’s Club was duly organized. At first the club had a
room on the ground floor in the Academic Building, but now it has fine
quarters on the second floor in the new North Cadet Barracks where, when
it does not interfere with duty, members may go at any time between 7:15
a. m. and 9:30 p. m. and until recall from the hop on cadet hop nights.
The club provides, at its own expense, such periodicals, newspapers,
chess, checkers, etc., as may be approved by the superintendent.
Refreshments of all kinds, gambling, cigarette smoking, and deliberations
or discussions having the object of conveying praise or censure or any
mark of approbation or disapprobation toward any one in the military
service, are prohibited. On the week-day immediately preceding the
graduation exercises, the club gives a reception to the members of the
second class to introduce them to the privileges they may soon enjoy.
The transformation that of late has been wrought in the architectural
setting of West Point, the changes made in the method of teaching and in
the disciplinary ideals, and the greater privileges granted to cadets
all tend to bring the Military Academy closer to other educational
institutions of the country.
As a school year closes there is much interest taken in the changes soon
to be announced in orders.
Cadet rank is indicated by chevrons,[52] as follows:
For a Captain,[53] 4 bars.
For the Adjutant,[53] 3 bars and an arc of 3 bars.
For the Quartermaster,[53] 3 bars and a tie of 3 bars.
For a Lieutenant,[53] 3 bars.
For the Sergeant-Major,[54] 2 bars and an arc of 2 bars.
For the Quartermaster-Sergeant,[54] 2 bars and a tie of 2 bars.
For a First Sergeant,[54] 2 bars and a lozenge.
For a Company Quartermaster-Sergeant,[54] 2 bars and a tie of 1 bar.
For a Sergeant,[54] 2 bars.
For a Corporal,[55] 2 bars.
Commissions are not given to the cadet officers, i. e., the captains
and lieutenants, and warrants are not given to cadet non-commissioned
officers, i. e., the sergeants and corporals. Two of the sergeants are
designated as color sergeants, the one carries a United States flag
called the colors, the other marching on his left carries the Corps
banner.
[Illustration: Cadet Captain’s Chevron
(_Rear._) (_Front._)]
Cadets now wear gilt service straps on their coat sleeves as follows,
to wit: Third classmen, one stripe; second classmen, two stripes; first
classmen, three stripes.
BUTTON.
[Illustration]
In June, 1893, the Association of Graduates adopted a miniature bell
button to be worn by members in the upper buttonhole of civilian coats;
the part nearest an observer is a gold plate with the year of graduation
on it, next is a gray stone, then a gold band with the class motto on
it, then a dark blue stone; the date plate being fastened by a shank to
a circular metal base on the under side of which are the owner’s name
and the letters U. S. M. A. In June, 1904, this button was substituted
by another showing the West Point colors, gray, black and gold. In June,
1910, the bell button was re-adopted.
BADGE.
[Illustration]
Badge of the “Association of Graduates of the United States Military
Academy[56],” adopted June 9, 1902. Composed of the Coat of Arms of the
United States Military Academy and a bar pin made of bronze gilt, silver
gilt or gold pierced by the Corps colors, a gray, black and gold ribbon.
The date of graduation is put on the bar. Worn only by members of the
association at graduate re-unions, graduate dinners, class dinners, etc.
[Illustration: CAMP THAYER
THE PLEASURE OF YOUR COMPANY IS REQUESTED AT THE HOPS TO GIVEN BY THE
CORPS OF CADETS EVERY MONDAY WEDNESDAY AND FRIDAY EVENING DURING THE
ENCAMPMENT
_MANAGERS_
W. G. BIRNEY
G. F. HARRISON
A. S. CUMMINS
E. D. HOYLE
J. M. BALDWIN
E. W. CASEY
E. S. BEACOM
H. C. LA POINT
J. J. CRITTENDEN
J. H. KING
C. M. O’CONNOR
J. E. BLOOM
R. LONDON
J. R. JEFFERSON
H. W. ISBELL
_West Point N.Y._
_June 1872._]