"That man's interfering," he said in an injured voice. "Now that ain't
fair, is it, doc?"
"You pass," said the doctor briefly, producing his handkerchief and
mopping his brow.
"Well, what are you standing around for?" he said a moment later,
spying me in my corner.
"Oh, doctor," I cried, delighted, "I thought you had forgotten me."
"No," said the doctor, "I'll never forget you. You pass. Take your
papers and clear out."
I can now feel with a certain degree of security that I am in the
Navy.
_Feb. 26th._ I broke the news to mother to-day and she took it like a
little gentleman, only crying on twelve different occasions. I had
estimated it much higher than that.
After dinner she read me a list of the things I was to take with me to
camp, among which were several sorts of life preservers, an electric
bed warmer and a pair of dancing pumps.
"Why not include spurs?" I asked, referring to the pumps. "I'd look
very crisp in spurs, and they would help me in climbing the rigging."
"But some officer might ask you to a dance," protested mother.
"Mother," I replied firmly, "I have decided to decline all social
engagements during my first few weeks in camp.
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