Over the clipped lawn of Britain's famed Royal Military College at Sandhurst where many a royal scion, British, Spanish, Asiatic and Balkan has learned the difficult art of the "slow march," 50 dim, sweating figures executed a strange maneuver one midnight last week. Symbols of R. M. C.'s 134 years of crack officer-breeding are eight ponderous brass cannon whose snouts once faced the British at Waterloo, now yawn harmlessly on Sandhurst's lawn. The 50 dim figures scuttled toward them like ants toward dead beetles. The raiders' leader deployed his men, half a...
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