| ||||||||||||||||
|
Monday. An auspicious beginning for this week. Today I was reported for "Uncombed broom". Also today we rode on horses while the horses leapt things. My beast used the Western roll. I was not amused but I was certainly not bored. My poor sane wife, who at times rode an ugly blood‑colored animal that could spit out of the side of its mouth, had a very hard time of it. Once he came over a jump about eleven seconds after his horse.
Tuesday. I was reported for "Uncombed broom" again. It seems that yesterday He meant my whisk broom instead of the floor broom as I had believed. I had parted the floor broom on the wrong side anyway. While ascending to the Drawing Academy this afternoon I found a message in an old Jet‑Oil battle. It read, "This time capsule deposited by the 15th section — 1904". The bottle further contained a thumb tack of antique design, a lock of blond hair labeled Jane, a note advising one to watch out for trolls around the sixth level, and one die with nothing but fives on it. This evening I am to go on Area Guard.
Wednesday. My duties last night as Area Guard were light but the task of keeping body and soul together was enormous. It was so cold that my corpuscles struck and picketed my lungs. Matters were not helped by my other wife prankishly dropping a water bag upon me. Today He set a new all‑time Academy record for the morning inspection, novice class. We are all very proud. This afternoon in English we made speeches. My other wife gave a short talk about the coming Revolution and the part that he would play in it. He is always so tactful. This evening the fourth class celebrated hundredth night. My other wife attempted to join in but was subdued.
"My other wife gave a short talk about the coming revolution. . ." |
Thursday. The Calculus department had a writ today. What a performance. What a performance. My sane wife has just finished preparing for this week's Saturday Inspection and is now getting ready for next week's. My other wife has not yet recovered from last week's.
Friday. We studied electricity in Philosophy. My other wife claims he has a tame electron in a match box. For a nickel he will let you peek in at it. The horse I drew today took an immediate dislike to me. I only escaped with my life by hiding in a fox hole which I happened to be digging at the time.
Saturday. My sane wife was reported for tarnished brass today. Another proud spirit has been broken. It was his favorite waist plate "Excalibur" too.
Sunday. My left hand seems to have acquired a life of its own. This morning it tried to strangle me.
Images with borders lead to more information.
|
||||||
UP TO: |
The Collected Works of Ducrot Pepys |
History of West Point |
American History |
Home |
||
A page or image on this site is in the public domain ONLY if its URL has a total of one *asterisk. If the URL has two **asterisks, the item is copyright someone else, and used by permission or fair use. If the URL has none the item is © Bill Thayer. See my copyright page for details and contact information. |
Page updated: 16 Aug 12