Mary Rhody
speaker
967 appearances
1 recordings
1 series
first heard Jul 2026
last heard 21 Jul
Mary Rhody’s voice in public audio — every appearance, attributed to the second.
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The major fairly wriggled in his cane bottomed whirly gig.
What Youngfield said was true, and the Major knew it.
He knew moreover, there wasn't a more painstaking post adjutant from the Missouri to the mountains.
He knew their monthly reports, returns, as the regulations call them, were referred to by a model adjutant general as model papers.
He knew it was due to young Field's care and attention, and he knew he thought all the world of that young gentleman.
It was just because he thought so much of him he was beginning to feel that it was high time to put a stop to something that was going on.
But it was a delicate matter.
A woman was the matter, and he hadn't the moral courage to go at it the straightforward way.
He whipsawed again.
Thrumming on the desk with his lean bony fingers, he began with
If I let my adjutant out so much, what's to prevent other youngsters asking similar indulgence?
The answer came like the crack of a whip.
Nothing, sir, and far better would it be for everybody concerned if they spent more hours in the saddle and fewer at the store.
This was too much for the one listener in the room.
With something like the sound of a suppressed sneeze, a tall, long legged captain of cavalry started up from his chair, an outspread newspaper still full stretched between him and the desk of the commander.
And, thus hidden as to his face, sidled sniggering off to the nearest window.
Youngfield had fearlessly, if not almost impudently, hit the nail on the head and metaphorically wrapped the thrumming fingers of his superior officer.
Some commanders would have raged and sent the daring youngster right about in arrest.
Major Webb knew just what field referred to, knew that the fascinations of pool, pitch, and poker held just about half his commissioned force at all off duty hours of the day or night, hanging about the officers club room at the post trader's.
Knew, moreover, that while the adjutant never wasted a moment over cards or billiards, he, the post commander, had many times taken a hand or a cue and wagered his dollars against those of his devoted associates.
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