He Was A Self-made Man Who Owed

Death To All Modifiers, He Declared One Day, And Out Of Every Letter That Passed Through His Hands Went Every Adverb And Every Adjective.

Clevinger Was A Troublemaker And A Wise Guy. Lieutenant Scheisskopf Knew That Clevinger Might Cause Even More Trouble If He Wasn't Watched. Yesterday It Was The Cadet Officers; Tomorrow It Might Be The World. Clevinger Had A Mind, And Lieutenant Scheisskopf Had Noticed That People With Minds Tended To Get Pretty Smart At Times. Such Men Were Dangerous, And Even The New Cadet Officers Whom Clevinger Had Helped Into Office Were Eager To Give Damning Testimony Against Him. The Case Against Clevinger Was Open And Shut. The Only Thing Missing Was Something To Charge Him With.

Some People Are Born Mediocre, Some People Achieve Mediocrity, And Some People Have Mediocrity Thrust Upon Them.

Only Hungry Joe Had Something Better To Do Each Time He Finished His Missions. He Had Screaming Nightmares And Won Fist Fights With Huple's Cat.

In Short, Clevinger Was One Of Those People With Lots Of Intelligence And No Brains, And Everyone Knew It Except Those Who Soon Found It Out.