"Where did you come from?" And again the reply came with fair coolness. "Got so few men out there, they give 'em long names to stretch out and cover the country. Who was your pred.?" "Mr. Dunn, sir. He resigned, sir." "Good example for you to follow in November," said Mr. Seaton, "but you've got to be taken care of in the mean time. Wipe that smile off, sir! What's your technical name?" "Haven't got any, sir." "Well, if anyone asks you that again, tell 'em it's Lorenzo Monkey," said Seaton, and walked away. Magnus shook his fist at him (mentally), but what can a pleb do? And so to the next inquirer he answered (pretty ungraciously, it must be owned): "Somebody said it was Lorenzo Monkey, sir." "Can't have a monkey without a tail," said Mr. Danby. "Now remember, beast, you are technically called: 'Lorenzo Monkey; and the name is not fame.' Take your eyes off me, sir!" Well, the tail grew--naturally; and every time the name was called for, to amuse one man or a dozen, somebody would add on a word, and then Magnus was bid to rattle the whole thing off, amid shouts of laughter. He was required also to write out his technical name in full, and hand the paper in under the guise of an official document: a half sheet of paper duly folded, and inscribed as follows: Camp Hard, West Point, N. Y., July --, 18--. Kindred, C, Cadet Private. Co. "A." 4th Class. Subscribed Copy of "Technical Name." Within, it ran thus: Camp Hard, West Point, N. Y., July --, 18--. To Cadet Lieut. Crabapple. (Through the proper channels.) _Sir_: I have the honour to submit the following,--my technical name for the summer encampment, U. S. M. A. To wit: I am Lorenzo Monkey; and the name is not fame. It is tame: it is lame: it is shame: it is blame: it is game. Yet I claim, a Colonial dame was my flame, when I came. Same at same. Very respectfully, Your obedient servant, Charlemagne Kindred, Cadet Private, Co. "A." Fourth Class. To Cadet Lieut. Crabapple, Commanding Battalion of Crabs. Magnus chafed at all this stuff; growled over it, almost resisted; and yet it was wise to pass things by as quietly as he could. All the same, his feeling towards some of the upper classmen was getting to be a very fixed fact, indeed.