At two o’clock came the call, “Candidates, turn out promptly,” and every candidate turned out and “fell in.” A number were sent back for towels, and upon returning to the Area were sent to the bathrooms, then in the basement of D Company quarters. After bathing, some were sent to the Cadet Hospital for physical examination, and were there told to strip to the skin, then called one at a time before three Army Surgeons, in full uniform, who examined the lungs, eyes, ears, teeth and feet, made the candidates hop first on one foot, then on the other, raise their hands high above the head, cough, bend over forward, etc. When my turn came I did not mention anything about ever having been troubled with my eyes. Upon returning to the barracks we were sent to the Commissary, where each candidate was given the articles necessary for his own immediate use. As near as I now remember, I got a chair, a pillow, a piece of soap, an arithmetic, a slate, a copybook, a quire of “uniform” paper, a history, a grammar and a geography. Other candidates who, like myself, had brought the articles marked “Thus*” received the same as I, while those who had not brought them got two blankets in addition to what the rest of us got. The books mentioned above are not now issued to candidates. Cadet H⸺d saw to it that candidates rooming together were provided with a wash bowl, a mirror, two buckets, etc. When all were fitted out we took up our loads and returned with them to Barracks, carrying them in our hands or on our shoulders, as was most convenient. This trip from the Commissary store across the grassy plain to Barracks has been described thus: [Illustration: SETTING UP EXERCISES. The setting up exercises are now taught by the Instructor of Military Gymnastics and Physical Culture.] “Examinations being completed, The ‘found’ having fled evermore, Then with fear and a sigh And blood in the eye, Candidates hasten to the store. “‘Give me my things,’ in joy a plebe exclaims, Then the storekeeper puts on a smile, But dispels the illusion And causes confusion By throwing his goods in a pile. “Slowly he carries them across the plain, With buckets and broom in the rear; But hard is the task, He has reason to ask If his future abode is quite clear. “The looking-glass breaks, the pails rattle loud, And the sound echoes from afar; Plebe cries in disgust, ‘Let me get up and dust, I want to go home to my ma.’”