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Show 'il othar activitiss, like going into teahouses or hotels, that offered pleasure to everybody but the army. The Major saw things similarly, for while his years in the ranks had, as Phyllis phrasad it, marinatad him in the military mind, thay had also predisposBri him to ths proletarian point of view. To keep nisei from going with a Japanese girl A was, he rsalizsd, to run against soma dssp currents indssd. Luckily he was not introspective; ha msrely postad tha rules and looked tha other way. Tha morning after tha picnic, howevsr, both man had othar mattsrs in mind, and the Major had called a masting. Corporal Renson met the officers at tha door. "What kind of a mood is ha in? asked Hal Parker. "Not good, sir." "Not mad, is ha? Wasn't our fault." The Corporal tippsd his head, dsflecting judgment. "Can't tell, sir. With ths Major it's rssults, not fault." He peersd out tha window in philosophical rsvsria. "Wonderful man, sir." The Major was largs, rsd and forthright; ha had bean a Regular-Army Enlisted man, one of that small group who during two decadss' "sojsring" in Panama and the Philippinas showari a paradoxical combination of innocanca and near-criminality. Their highsst ambition had bsen to make corporal; thair immediate goal pay-day. Whsn ths latter arrived they dragged ths tables out of the messhall, covsrsd tham with blankets and procsedsd to rsdistribute their wagss. That night thsy roared in to town, |