Brief description:
Cadet Robert E. Lee Jones was a very proud young man. He walked across the parade ground and turned off toward the gym, and his gray tunic swelled with pride. Today a a great many West Point yearlings would report fearfully to the Army track coach but not Cadet Jones. He walked straight and stiff like a color sergeant on review.
[After dressing down a plebe cadet that crossed his path], Cadet Robert E. Lee Jones went on to the gym, smiling at the world. A plebe was a very low animal and must be kept in his lowly place.
The gymnasium was crowded with the kaydets. Some were upper classmen from last years track team....but Cadet Jones did not join them. He was not self-conscious and awkward. He did not have to be. His father was a brigadier general in the Army. Cadet Jones had been born at West Point, and last year had captained the plebe track team. He could afford to be proud.
...... [Later]
Desperate, spent, Cadet Bob Jones fought to the last grim straightaway, toward the hard-faced man who had told him——“If a good guy slips, it’s one of them things. But when a bum like you don’t deliver, the Corps doesn’t forget -- ever.”
[After dressing down a plebe cadet that crossed his path], Cadet Robert E. Lee Jones went on to the gym, smiling at the world. A plebe was a very low animal and must be kept in his lowly place.
The gymnasium was crowded with the kaydets. Some were upper classmen from last years track team....but Cadet Jones did not join them. He was not self-conscious and awkward. He did not have to be. His father was a brigadier general in the Army. Cadet Jones had been born at West Point, and last year had captained the plebe track team. He could afford to be proud.
...... [Later]
Desperate, spent, Cadet Bob Jones fought to the last grim straightaway, toward the hard-faced man who had told him——“If a good guy slips, it’s one of them things. But when a bum like you don’t deliver, the Corps doesn’t forget -- ever.”
Publication
Dime Sports Magazine, April 1940