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DODGE GOES CANVASSING Yes, the good old summer time was over.

Bending over study tables in cadet barracks the young men pored over books and papers of their own making.
The first few days seemed fearfully hard.

To the young men who had been for weeks away from their books it seemed for a while all but impossible to pick up the threads of study in a way that would anything like satisfy the Army officers who acted as their relentless instructors.
"Relentless ?" To the average boy in grammar or high school it does not seem like a hardship to be required to make a percentage of at least sixty-six and two-thirds per cent.

in all studies.