midnight
`` Shall we arrest the hazers '' ? asked the officer , with a twinkle in his eye . `` You must obey orders , '' answered the youthful major , non-committally , since he had given no orders on the subject . He could well remember his first year in camp , when he had been dragged from his cot at midnight , almost stripped , and thrown into a brook of icy spring water , and then made to run over a rough road in his bare feet for half a mile , `` just to warm up , '' as the hazers told him . It was rough sport , not to be approved , but `` boys will be boys , '' and it is practically impossible to stop hazing even in the highest of our institutions of learning . It was poor Hans Mueller who was the first to suffer that night . In the midst of the darkness , for there was no moon , Hans found himself suddenly aroused from his slumbers by being dragged out of his cot by the feet .