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I don't remember. It was a very mild time. Except right
at the beginning of my career at college we got into the war.
We got into the war in 1917. This played a big part in our
lives. At that time there was something comparable to the
ROTC; it was called the SATC, the Student Army Training Corps.
We all became members of that and got uniforms. One of my
first exploits in that was the day I was commander of the
company, and I had them in company rank marching across South
Field, which is now all covered with buildings. But as they
were walking toward the grandstand, I panicked and I couldn't
think of how to stop them. So to their intense delight they
went marching up to the grandstand, the whole company, while
the real officers screamed with laughter. I was not cut
out for an army career. But anyway I made a good story of
What became important was that our dean had a son with
a club foot, but I wangled him a job as supply sergeant in the
SATC. He had a uniform, and he gave out the blankets and the
uniforms and such--and was happy! The dean was very grateful
Then came the call for officers‘training school, and
I got into the infantry officers‘training school down in
Camp Lee, Virginia, bucking for Second Lieutenant.
I was the night editor of the Spectator shortly thereafter
when the rule came through that anybody who was going
away to the war would get credit for all the courses he had
signed up for before he went away.
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