As we are all well aware, the Juniors have arrived with their customary carefree cherubic countenances. Most of them look as if they had not previously had a care in the world and had actually been getting enough sleep. What a rude awakening awaits them!
They will find all too soon that Soldiers Field is not the Biblical land of milk and honey (although we would be the first to admit that it does have its points). We overheard one Junior on his first night here talking long distance to his loved ones.
He remarked among other sweet nothings that he had to be in every night at 7.45 o'clock, and that this would make things awfully difficult. Our experience over the last several weeks would tend to bear this out, and we might add that he doesn't know the half of it.
With the arrival of the Juniors and the consequent burden on the officers of the faculty and administration perhaps the room inspections, in vogue last week, will be relaxed a little bit. For a couple of days the rooms were so neat and orderly as to be almost unlivable.
We hope that none of the Juniors thought that we Seniors dressed up for them on Monday. It took Churchill to break our class and drill routine and after having sweltered all day in our blues it would have taken a mighty high directive to keep us from shedding them at the earliest possible moment. Many officers automatically resolved not to wear blues again until they are officially required to--and, of course, for some it was their first appearance in blues since reporting to the School in June. Our faith in the faculty was re-awakened on Monday afternoon when they not only permitted us to remove our coats, but appeared without any themselves.