It's An Order, Instructor; Handle With Velvet Gloves

V-men got their shots Friday with a vengeance--flank movement with merchurochrome, pincers of tetanus and typhoid, and out. But the worst was yet to come, whispered the mob, just wait till it hits you.

The faculty has its orders, to take it easy on the poor lads. This mill goes on for weeks; every Friday the plunger squirts a package of little demons into 950 unsuspecting arms. And then guys start to faint, and instructors make with mercy.

Slick bay, after several days computation, estimates ten per cent causalities from the attack, with an added one percent per extra assignment hinted at, broadly. So set watches, profs; zero hour, watch for snipers with red arms.