An Annapolis First ClassmanBeach, Edward L. (Edward Latimer)
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An Annapolis First Classman
Beach, Edward L. (Edward Latimer)
United States Naval Academy -- Juvenile fiction
"You are now splendidly equipped for your life-work in the navy. You
will find that aboard ship your principal duties will be the instruction
of enlisted men. You were gathered here, not only that you personally
might become accomplished officers, but that you might receive
instruction for the purpose of imparting it to others. You must prove
that the earnest efforts spent upon you have not been wasted. You must
apply full benefit of the training you have here received to the
enlisted men who will soon be in your charge, or else the purpose of
this institution has failed.
"We expect to hear good reports of you; we are proud of you, but we will
know our confidence in you is not misplaced when we hear that your guns
shoot straight, your engines steam well, and that the enlisted men under
you are contented and believe in you. When we hear that we will be
content, for we will know our work here has produced results.
"For a last word, never forget the glorious record made by our navy in
every war; and may it enter your hearts that you all have a special duty
to do your utmost to keep bright our naval history."
As the superintendent sat down the choir sang:
"God be with you till we meet again."
The midshipmen were now marched out and formed a line near the band
stand, the graduating class in front of the brigade, who stood at "Order
arms." The superintendent and other officials proceeded to the band
stand; the superintendent studied his watch anxiously. "He should be
here now," he remarked. "Ah, there is the carriage." The carriage he
looked for stopped on the walk in front of the band stand, and Robert
Drake's heart thumped when he saw who got out of it.
A rather thick-set, not overtall, fair complexioned gentleman jumped out
of the carriage. Everybody about glanced with much interest at him, and
all hats came off.
"I couldn't help being late; I had much to do this morning," remarked
the gentleman; "did you receive my telegram, admiral?"
"Yes, Mr. President, and we went right ahead," replied the
superintendent; "but you are in time to give out the diplomas."
"Good."
Stonewell's name was the first called out to come up for his diploma. A
storm of applause broke forth from his classmates and friends as this
erect, manly young officer approached the President. Cheer after cheer
greeted him, for by this time Stonewell was appreciated outside as well
as inside of the Academy.
The President shook Stonewell's hand warmly and handed him his diploma
with a smile, saying, "We all know you, Mr. Stonewell; I feel like
joining in that cheer myself."
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