"I vos chump so high like nefer vos, ain't it ?" A lad named Lemon was the first to go over the bar, at a height of four feet and two inches.

Another cadet followed, going him two inches better.
"Now, Hans, see what you can do," said Major Larry.
"Vos it mine turn to chump ?" "Yes.

Are you ready ?" "Sure I vos." "How high up shall they place the stick ?" "Apout like dot," and Hans pointed to the top of his head.
"All right, fellows, up she goes!" sang out Tom, and the stick went up.
Hans spat on his hands as if going to lift something.

Then he squared his shoulders and drew far back from the jumping place.
"Gif me lots of room, eferypotty!" he sang out.
"All the room you want, Dutchy!" cried one of the cadets.
Away Hans started for the stick, running as swiftly as his short legs would carry him.

When about ten feet away he made a wild leap, stuck up both legs in the air, and came down flat on his back with a loud whack.
"Hurrah, Hans wins!" cried Tom.