It rained. And the rain got in Vag's eyes, and made it hard for him to count. Three dozen, five dozen and a half--yes, there were 130 young men standing on a field. They wore undershirts, tucked neatly into brown pants which in turn were tucked neatly into the high tops of their brown shoes, They all were waving their arms around very neatly, though they looked rather puzzled. Of course, Vag remembered, this was Soldiers Field.

All the young men had taken off their shirts to keep them from getting wet by the rain. And now a Man was helping them keep themselves from getting wet by the rain. He was leading the waving of arms. First the Man would wave his arms. Then the neat young men would wave their arms. Then the Man would decide his fingers were getting wet. He wriggled them. The young men wriggled theirs. The Man wanted to shake the rain out of his eyes. He wriggled his neck. The young men wriggled their necks. And thus all the young men stood in the rain in their undershirts keeping dry.

When they had continued waving their arms for several hours, Vag realized the young men were members of the ROTC. Of course--they wore brown pants and high topped shoes. And they stood very straight in their undershirts in the rain. They looked well conditioned. "Mens sano in corpore . . ." Vag sneezed.