One evening, when I was officer of the guard, not long after taps, the sentinel on No. 1 challenged: “Who comes there?” and as I was awake and in the first guard tent, I heard the reply: “Friend with lemons,” and also the sentinel’s call, “Halt! Friend with lemons, Corporal of the Guard, Post No. 1.” As the reply was an unusual one I went out, and seeing a man in civilian dress, standing alone, I directed the Corporal to advance the friend with lemons. The man advanced and began to deliver lemons. He had lemons in every pocket, and he had a good many pockets, too. There were more lemons than the Corporal and I could carry (for there are no pockets in cadet uniforms), so I called other members of the guard to help us carry lemons. The gentleman proved to be an old army officer who had entered the army from private life and earned a Brigadier’s star during the war. He said he thought he would treat the guard that night, and that while I sent to the tank for a bucket of ice water he would go back to the hotel (not far from camp) for sugar. About the time two members of the guard returned with ice water No. 1 challenged again, and the answer this time was “Friend with sugar.” It did not take long to advance the friend with sugar and to disarm him, not only of sugar, but of a package of cakes, too. We were soon feasting, and it seemed to please the General to see us enjoying his treat. He knew that we violated the regulations by admitting him to camp, but he promised not to report us. He then treated us to cigars, and he and I sat under the trees for an hour or two discussing topics of interest to cadets. In speaking of the hops I told the General how B⸺y, C⸺s and I had taken many lessons in dancing, and that we were too timid to venture on the floor at a hop, but that we had agreed with one another to attend our next hop, and to waltz or treat at the Dutch woman’s. The next evening was the time for the three to dance, and just as I was ready to start for the hall[59] the General called for me, and we went to the hop together. As we approached the Academic Building we observed that the hop room was well filled. We went to a corner of the room, and the General surprised me by presenting me to his wife, for he had talked as though he was alone at the Point. His good wife said that she had come to the hop in the hotel ’bus with other ladies. The music ceased and a classmate brought a very pretty young lady over near us, thanked her and said that she was the best dancer in the room. The General again surprised me by saying: “Mr. R⸺d, this is my daughter.” At that moment the orchestra struck up a waltz and the young lady said: “Come, Mr. R⸺d, this is our dance.” I protested that I did not waltz, but she put my arm around her waist, saying: “Papa has told me of your agreement to waltz to-night or to treat at the Dutch woman’s, so come on;” and I have waltzed ever since then. After I got started to waltz I found the hops very attractive