[Illustration: "I DONT LIKE ANY SARGEANT"]

[Illustration: "I DONT CARE MUCH FOR HORSES, THEY FEELS THE SAME WAY
ABOUT ME"]

Well I got to quit now an rite a bunch of other girls. Thanks again for
the box although it was so busted that it wasnt much good but that
dont matter.

Yours till you here otherwise,
_Bill._



_Dere Mable:_

Todays Thanksgivin. Im thankful things aint no worse though Max Glucos
what lives on the next cot says they couldnt be. Cheery an bright to the
last. Thats me all over, Mable.

Every man gets ateen ounces of Turky on Thanksgivin. All to himself,
Mable. The sargent says the commitee on Hays and Beans at Washington
decides that. Mines inside. Im most to full for expreshun as the poets
say. We had a great dinner. Soup an turky, dressin, crambury sause an
pie an smashed potatoes. All in one plate. I wish you could have heard
how the fellos enjoyed it Mable. I know now why they call the
turkys gobblers.

Thanksgivin is a holiday. All a fello has to do on a holiday in the
artillery is to feed the horses an give em a drink an smooth em out an