Prescott
ought never to have been deposed from the class presidency. I
move, therefore, sir, that we rectify our stupidity and blindness
by making Mr. Prescott once more our president. I beg, sir, to
place in nomination for the class presidency the name of Richard
Prescott, first class, U.S.M.A."
"I second the nomination, suh!" boomed out the voice of Anstey.
"Other nominations for the class presidency are in order," announced
Chairman Fullerton.
Again silence fell.
"Mr. Chairman!"
"Mr. Douglass."
"Since there are no more nominations, I move you, sir, that Mr.
Prescott be elected president of this class by acclamation."
"Sir, I second the motion," came from Durville's throat.
There was wild glee as a volley of "ayes" was fired.
"Those of a contrary mind will say 'no,'" requested the chair.
Not a "no" could be heard.
"The chair will now withdraw, after appointing Mr. Douglass, Mr.
Durville, Mr. Holmes and Mr. Anstey a committee of honor to escort
the new-old class president to the chair."
While the little procession was in motion the windowpanes rattled
more than ever, with the long corps yell for Prescott.
The instant his hand touched the gavel, Dick rapped for order.
"Gentlemen of the first class," he said quietly, "I thank you
all. Little more need be said. I am sure that mere words cannot
express my great happiness at being here.
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