"I don't intend to hop either," Joyce continued. "Now, are you well enough up in grease to get town leave for the evening?"
"Grease" means good standing on the conduct report.
"Yes," nodded Dave. "Danny and I could easily get town leave, if we had a good excuse. But, of course, it's out of the question to get leave merely to roam the streets. We'd have to explain where we were going, and then go there."
"There's a show on at the theatre," broke in Dalzell.
"Yes," nodded Dave. "But do you know what kind of show it is?"
"No."
"It's a burlesque show, brought here to win away the half dollars of the sailors on the ships here. We'd stand very little chance of getting leave to go to that kind of show."
"But I want to go somewhere, away from the Academy grounds, just for a couple of hours," sighed Joyce.
"I'd like to go also," agreed Dave. "But where could we go? That is, to what place or for what purpose could we go that would be approved by the O.C.?"
This proved to be a poser indeed.