[CONTENTS.]
| PAGE | |
| The Pluck of Captain Pender, C.S.N. | [1] |
| One Record on the Regimental Rolls | [37] |
| Our Horse "Acme" | [65] |
| From beyond the Pyramids | [91] |
| The Hymn that helped | [121] |
| The Seventh Major | [153] |
| Concerning the Value of Sleep | [185] |
THE PLUCK
OF
CAPTAIN PENDER, C.S.N.
THE PLUCK
OF
CAPTAIN PENDER, C.S.N.
Well up town, something above quarter of a mile beyond the massive, battlemented armory in which we of the Third Infantry have our headquarters, a side street, branching off from one of the main thoroughfares, ambitiously stretches away until it finds its farther progress barred by a high, stone-capped, brick wall. There it stops. Beyond lie the quadruple tracks of a railway, over which, all day long—and, for that matter, all night, too—thunder the coming and going trains, with such an outpouring of smoke and downpouring of cinders that it is small wonder that a quiet street, such as this one pretends to be, should have lost all desire to continue its course in that direction.