The Brighton Boys with the Submarine Fleet

n Uncle Sam's submarine fleet

ath the caption ran a detailed statement setting forth the desire of the United States Government to recruit at onc

aper closer and read every word of the adv

ds you now!" it r

he war is to carry it

of the bold typ

t--while you hesitat

n and crew on the lookout for the enemy, the Stars and Stripes flapping from the tailrail. For an instant he imagined himself a member of the crew, gaz

rough the giant oak trees that half obscured the facade of "old Brighton." Over on the athletic field a bunch of freshmen "rookie

o join the aviation service? Weren't Jed Flarris and Phil Martin and a bunch of Brighton boys in Uncle Sam's navy? And ha

as speeding across the campus in the direction of the main dormitory entrance. Without waiting for the elevator he leaped the steps, th

. Ted was crouched over the study table, algeb

olded newspaper under Ted's eyes and pointing to the bold typed app

r, to such invasions on the part of his chum, the two having lived togeth

the first week of their freshman year. They had found themselves together that first night when the "freshies" were lined up before the gymnasium to withstand the attack of the

ther's quiet tastes and philosophical views of life, looking always before he leaped, cautious and conservative. So,

he queried, shoving the algebra aside and taking

her fellows are going--my grandfather fought through the Civ

ble any farther Ted too

ed in anything, or been out to

he newspaper column to the

the use of waiting any longer? Here's a great chance to get out with the submarines--think of it

spaper he read every word of the appeal, slowl

re you in earnest?" he a

much in all my life," w

other. Then out shot Ted's hand, claspi

r nearly three years. You and I have always stuck toget

with a whack on the b

for the recruiting

r the door, but stopped

e'd better tell th

turned. "I hadn't

e'll send them a telegram right away, tell

and no sooner

the two boys were huddled together in their den, gazing out at the s

Wainwrights had met in the spring during commencement week festivities and had much in common this morning as they came together in the Winche

necessary, however, to prove to the parents that each of the boys w

appeal for parental sanction. "You seem to have decided that you owe allegiance to your country above all other

little "maters," their eyes dimmed with mist, held back; but they

in packing up belongings in 63 and preparing to vacate the "dorms." The boys decided to wait until after they had been accepted before breaking the news to their school chums. Each felt confident of passing t

tion. It did not take long to get through the formalities th

k, "is that we get into the submarine serv

Chief Boatswain's Mate Dunn, in

"He's fitting out a great submarine fleet to get right in after the Prussians, and,

ormed them they might be forwarded to the nearest navy yard that night with a batch of recruits signed

t was arranged they should spend the dinner hour at the school bidding fa

enlisted in the navy and were soon to leave. As the bell sounded dismissing the student body from dinner, Cheer Leader Jimmy D

to a general handshaking and leave-taking all around. "Fair Brighton" was sung, and the familiar old Br

m?" stammered Ted as he and Jack finally grabbed

on the dormitory steps singing "Fair Brighton." Up in the dormitory windows

," suggested Jack. They wal

niffed Ted, finally. "We'll not

for Uncle Sam and make old Br

seven-thirty express. A score or more lads were waiting for the word to move, some of them taking leave of

ng and stored it with sandwiches and fruit. In another ten minutes the express came hustling in from the west. A shifting engine tu

hed. A throng filled the station, and everyone in the crowd seemed to be waving farewell to some one on the train. The Winche

itches and leaping out into the cool country air. All the boys were in high spirits, min

ly, when the tumult had abated and the boys were getting tired, dozing away

em, the stirring life of "jackies" aboard one o