Books with author Professor James Driscoll

With the days that the poet has termed the rarest, the longest, sunniest days of the year, there had come to Brighton at once sad and happy days.For it was that time in early June when to those who have been faithful is given the credit they so richly deserve for hard study and achievement; the time also of parting from loved classmates and companions in glory on the field of sport, of leaving behind for a time, or perhaps forever, the dear old school and the campus, the custodians of so many delightful associations.Golden moments are those, indeed, even though shadows mar the perfect glow of youth and hope and aspirations. But shadows[Pg 10] there must be, for school is but a part of life's too brief journey taken through many unlighted places, as well as in the sunshine.Herbert Whitcomb, over-tall and manly-looking for his seventeen years, strolled alone down the broad boardwalk that led from class-rooms to dormitories, his hands in his pockets, his head bowed in earnest thought. He turned off suddenly into one of the clusters of spruces that dotted the spacious grounds and finding a bench sank down dejectedly, his comely face, usually expressive of good humor, now showing only sorrow.It was just after final examinations, and other students, singly, in pairs and in groups, were among the trees enjoying the restfulness of the out-of-doors. Two standing within a few yards could be heard talking."They have joined, but I don't know what regiment. Gosh! What a difference the war is going to make right here in good old Brighton Academy! There's Corwin and Joe Little and 'Fatty' Benson in the American flying squadron; and Jed Harris and a bunch of the fellows are in the navy."

The BRIGHTON BOYS in THE TRENCHES BY LIEUTENANT JAMES R. DRISCOLLCHAPTER I. The IncentiveWith the days that the poet has termed the rarest, the longest, sunniest days of the year, there had come to Brighton at once sad and happy days.For it was that time in early June when to those who have been faithful is given the credit they so richly deserve for hard study and achievement; the time also of parting from loved classmates and companions in glory on the field of sport, of leaving behind for a time, or perhaps forever, the dear old school and the campus, the custodians of so many delightful associations.Golden moments are those, indeed, even though shadows mar the perfect glow of youth and hope and aspirations. But shadows there must be, for school is but a part of life's too brief journey taken through many unlighted places, as well as in the sunshine.Herbert Whitcomb, over-tall and manly-looking for his seventeen years, strolled alone down the broad boardwalk that led from class-rooms to dormitories, his hands in his pockets, his head bowed in earnest thought. He turned off suddenly into one of the clusters of spruces that dotted the spacious grounds and finding a bench sank down dejectedly, his comely face, usually expressive of good humor, now showing only sorrow.It was just after final examinations, and other students, singly, in pairs and in groups, were among the trees enjoying the restfulness of the out-of-doors. Two standing within a few yards could be heard talking."They have joined, but I don't know what regiment. Gosh! What a difference the war is going to make right here in good old Brighton Academy! There's Corwin and Joe Little and 'Fatty' Benson in the American flying squadron; and Jed Harris and a bunch of the fellows are in the navy.""Jack Hammond and Ted Wainwright—they went underseas with the Yankee submarine fleet, didn't they?""You bet! There's dare-devil action for you! Fighting the sea wolves in their own element! Shouldn't wonder if those Brighton submarine boys blow up the Kiel Canal before they're through! Got brains, those fellows. Well, things are moving. As sure as shooting, we're going to make the world safe for democracy! I guess I'll have to get into the game myself. It isn't any fun sitting on the bleachers. I'm goin' to enlist.""Why not wait till you're of age and then let 'em draft you?""Not for me, kid. I want to have my choice of the branch of service I join.""You've made up your mind, then?""Yep. Me for the Engineers' Corps. Believe me, there's no more important branch of the army--"The young men had started off and now their voices died away among the trees. Whitcomb suddenly sat up very straight, his hands on his knees, and gazed fixedly before him, seeing nothing, but in his mind's eye seeing much, for a thought, not altogether new, had come to him and he was beginning to bite down on it hard. The boy's clenched hand went up into the air and then smote the bench seat quite forcibly."Must've smashed that fly, or was it a knotty problem?" said a jovial voice, the branches of the spruces parting to let the speaker through; a red-headed, freckled, squint-eyed lad who was quite as homely as the one whom he addressed was good looking.Whitcomb greeted the newcomer sadly. "Well, old man, this is my last day on earth. It was my hopes I was smashing."ILLUSTRATIONSThe Red Streaks of Flame Stabbed the Semi-darkness Frontispiece Slender Fingers Thrust His Hand AsideHe Fired Twice in Quick Succession"Maybe I'll Hear Them Pronounce My Doom"CONTENTS1. The Incentive2. Joining Hands with Uncle Sam3. Getting Into Harness4. A Fight for the Right5. A Delicate Mission6. Hitting the Mark7. The Match8. Getting Over and On9. Facing the Enemy10. War is—War!11. A Double Surprise12. Hunting Big Game in No Man's Land13. The Traitor in Camp14. Life and Death15. Wing Shooting with a Rifle16. "Over the Top"17. Herbert's Little Scheme18

The Brighton Boys with the Flying Corps' is part of a series of adventure fiction books by James R. Driscoll. This instalment tells the story of a group of American schoolboys who train to become fighter pilots in the First World War. Will they get their wings? Find out in this exciting work of Great War youth fiction. This book is part of the World War One Centenary series; creating, collating and reprinting new and old works of poetry, fiction, autobiography and analysis. The series forms a commemorative tribute to mark the passing of one of the world's bloodiest wars, offering new perspectives on this tragic yet fascinating period of human history. Each publication also includes brand new introductory essays and a timeline to help the reader place the work in its historical context.

""The war will be won in the air. " The headlines in big black type stared at Jimmy Hill as he stood beside the breakfast table and looked down at the morning paper, which lay awaiting his father's coming. The boys of the Brighton Academy, among whom Jimmy was an acknowledged leader, had been keenly interested in the war long before the United States joined hands with the Allies in the struggle to save small nations from powerful large ones--the fight to ensure freedom and liberty for all the people of the earth. "