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id: 26626
author: Stewart, Maria L.
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words: 1916
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title:
  Our Little Brown House, A Poem of West Point Written for the New Year's Festival at the Cadets' Sabbath-school of the Methodist Episcopal Church, January 1, 1879

summary:
  And all tumble into their little cot beds, While visions of Calling Day float through their heads, Sleeping and snoring like other good boys, For Santa Claus had filled all their stockings with toys. From the roof of the Barracks dark and gray The old brass cannon blazed away, Waking the neighbors far and near, To let them know there was nothing to fear; For old St. Nick had done his work, And into his sleigh had skipped with a jerk; And calling by name each tiny reindeer, As he rode out of sight he cried Happy New Year.


id: 12806
author: Hancock, H. Irving (Harrie Irving)
title: Dick Prescott's Third Year at West Point; Or, Standing Firm for Flag and Honor
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sentence: 3186
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summary:
  In mid-field Dick Prescott and Dave Darrin gripped hands as if they could never let go again. Readers of _Dick Prescott's First Year at West Point_ and of _Dick Prescott's Second Year at West Point_, are familiar with the careers of the two chums, Prescott and Holmes, at the United States Military Academy.


id: 12807
author: Hancock, H. Irving (Harrie Irving)
title: Dick Prescott's Fourth Year at West Point Or, Ready to Drop the Gray for Shoulder Straps
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summary:
  Here we must take leave of Lieutenant Dick Prescott and of Lieutenant Greg Holmes, United States Army, for their cadet days are over and gone. Readers, however, who wish to meet these sterling young Americans again, and who would also like to renew acquaintance with two former members of Dick & Co., Tom Reade and Harry Hazelton, will be able to do so in Volume Number Five of the _Young Engineers' Series_, entitled: _ His body idle, the young man had plenty of time to think---about Cadet Captain Dick Prescott.


id: 12819
author: Hancock, H. Irving (Harrie Irving)
title: Dick Prescott's Second Year at West Point Or, Finding the Glory of the Soldier's Life
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summary:
  The handkerchief was crumpled up, sir. So that, had there been a paper folded in it, the paper very likely would not have been visible? The paper most likely would not have been visible, sir. In what form was the handkerchief handed to Mr. Dodge by Mr. Prescott? I am almost certain, sir, that Mr. Prescott passed it holding it by one corner. Did you hand the handkerchief back with a paper inside of it? Not according to any knowledge of mine, sir. Was there a paper in the handkerchief, Mr. Dodge, when Mr. Prescott passed his handkerchief to you? To the best of my belief, sir, there was not.


id: 36099
author: Sinclair, Upton
title: A Cadet's Honor: Mark Mallory's Heroism
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  Mark Mallory. It was evident that the yearlings had no love for Mark Mallory, whoever Mark Mallory might be.


id: 36101
author: Sinclair, Upton
title: On Guard: Mark Mallory's Celebration
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summary:
  Cadet Mark Mallory, West Point, N. Y., was the address. And we've banded ourselves together for the purpose of preventing the yearlings from hazing us? continued Mark, without noticing his friend's inquiry.


