In 'Uncle Sam's Boys on Field Duty; or, Winning Corporal's Chevrons' by H. Irving Hancock, the reader is immersed in a thrilling tale of young boys navigating the challenges of military life. Written in a straightforward and engaging style, the book transports readers to a vividly depicted setting filled with action and adventure. As part of a widely popular series, the story is enriched with historical context and realistic details that bring the characters to life on the page. The narrative is not only entertaining but also educational, providing insights into military practices and principles of leadership. Readers will find themselves captivated by the gripping storyline and the camaraderie among the characters. Overall, the book serves as an excellent portrayal of coming-of-age in a military setting.H. Irving Hancock, a prolific writer with a background in military history, draws upon his expertise to craft a compelling narrative that resonates with readers of all ages. His keen insight into military life and dedication to accuracy shines through in the authenticity of the depiction of the characters and their experiences. Hancock's passion for storytelling and commitment to portraying the realities of military service make 'Uncle Sam's Boys on Field Duty' a standout in the genre.I highly recommend 'Uncle Sam's Boys on Field Duty; or, Winning Corporal's Chevrons' to anyone interested in military fiction, historical narratives, or coming-of-age tales. Hancock's masterful storytelling and attention to detail make this book a must-read for those seeking an immersive and enlightening literary experience.

A Squad-room Misunderstanding On the Great Summer Hike Soldier Hal Marches as a Prisoner The Joking Scout The Corporal With the Sheepish Grin Raynes Finds a Patriotic Ally Bears and Other Troubles In the Midst of the "Hostiles" Planning for the Night Attack Trappers and Trapped That C Company Corporal Eats Crow The Call to Deadly Work The Appointment With Supreme Danger Meeting Blick in Earnest The Battle of Their Lives Captain Cortland "Makes a Speech" Rounding Up the Missing Leave Men Dowley Eggs On a Catspaw A Dispute in the Guard House Promotion Flies in the Air The Price of Being a Man Two Young Corporals Send Out the "C. Q. D." The Wind Changes Its Course and Blows

Reproduction of the original: Uncle Sam’s Boys in the Ranks by H. Irving Hancock

"Dick Prescott spends a pleasant summer at home on his furlough, then he goes back to West Point -- a Second Classman. There follows another year of work and play. An accident in the riding hall sends Dick to the Cadet hospital with an injured spine that threatens to put an end to his cadet days. His greatest joy comes on Commencement day when the medical examiners tell him that there is no question about his full recovery"--Dust jacket flap.

In this sequel to Alice in Wonderland, Alice climbs through a mirror in her room and enters a world similar to a chess board where she experiences many curious adventures with its fantastic inhabitants.

CHAPTER I A DELIGHTFUL MYSTERY "I think we are ready to start, girls." Miss Elting folded the road map that she had been studying and placed it in a pocket of her long dust coat. There was a half-smile on her face, a merry twinkle in her eyes. "Which way do I drive?" questioned Jane McCarthy. "Straight ahead out of the village," answered Miss Elting, the guardian of the party of young girls who were embarking on their summer's vacation under somewhat unusual circumstances. "It's the first time I ever started for a place without knowing what the place was, or where I was going," declared Jane McCarthy, otherwise known as "Crazy Jane." "Won't you pleathe tell uth where we are going?" lisped Grace Thompson. Miss Elting shook her head, with decision. "Do my father and mother know where we are going?" persisted Grace. "Of course they know, Tommy. The parents of each of you know, and I know, and so shall you after you reach your destination. Have you everything in the car, Jane?" "Everything but myself," nodded Jane. The latter's automobile, well loaded with camping equipment, stood awaiting its passengers. The latter were Miss Elting, Jane McCarthy, Harriet Burrell, Grace Thompson, Hazel Holland and Margery Brown, the party being otherwise known as "The Meadow-Brook Girls." "Get in, girls. We'll shake the dust of Meadow-Brook from our tires before you can count twenty," continued Jane. "If Crazy Jane were to drive through the town slowly folks surely would think something startling had happened to her. Is there anything you wish to do before we leave, Miss Elting?" "Not that I think of at the moment, Jane." "Oh, let's say good-bye to our folks," suggested Margery Brown. "I have thaid good-bye," answered Grace with finality. "We'll give them a farewell blast," chuckled Jane. With that she climbed into the car, and, with a honk of the horn, drove down that street and into the next, keeping the horn going almost continually. As they passed the home of each girl the young women gave the yell of the Meadow-Brook Girls: "Rah, rah, rah, Rah, rah, rah!Meadow-Brook, Meadow-Brook, Sis, boom, ah!" It was shouted in chorus at their homes, and as the car passed the homes of their friends as well. Hands were waved from windows, hats were swung in the air by boy friends, while the older people smiled indulgently and nodded to them as the rapidly moving motor car passed through the village. "I think the town knows all about it now. Suppose we make a start?" suggested Miss Elting. "We haven't therenaded the pothtmathter yet," Tommy reminded her. "Nor the butcher, the baker and the candle-stick maker," answered Harriet Burrell laughingly. "How long a drive have we, Miss Elting?" "Four or five hours, ordinarily. Jane undoubtedly will make it in much less time, if she drives at her usual rate of speed. Straight south, Jane. I will tell you when to change." The faces of the girls wore a puzzled expression. They could not imagine where they were going. Miss Elting had made a mystery of this summer vacation, and not a word had the girls been able to obtain from her as to where they were to go: whether to tour the country in Crazy Jane's automobile, or to go into camp. Tommy declared that it was a perfectly delightful mythtery, and that she didn't care where they were going, while Margery on the contrary, grumbled incessantly. The start had been made late in the afternoon. The day had been cloudy. There were even indications of rain, but the girls did not care. They were too well inured to the weather to be disturbed by lowering skies and threatening clouds. In the meantime Jane McCarthy was bowling along to the southward, throwing up a cloud of dust, having many narrow escapes from collisions with farmers' wagons and wandering stock....