Love Letters of a Rookie to Julie by Barney Stone
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P.S. Skinny sez this means "poor simp" but lissen, derie, fer you it means pretty sweet. [Illustration: "Them ticks is the best lil' trench diggers in the army."] Friday the thirteenth. Dere Julie: A bugler is jest as popular round this camp in the a.m. as a roman nose in Russia. If "yours truly" ever gets a large bunch of the mazuma I'm gonna hire a bugler to blow the revelee every morning at 6 under my window so I can tell him to go to H----. Skinny sed a Jane he asked to marry him wunce told him to go to the same place; she didn't jest zactly tell in them words, but sed to go ask her paw. Now Skinny knowed her "old" man was dead, he also knowed what kind of a life he'd lead, so Skinny was wise to what she ment when she piped "Ask dad." If she'd told me that same I would have thought she was flashin a spiel for Sweet Caps. Skinny says that's repartee, but I think its RAP-artee. Speakin of Russia, I see by the papers that a new revolution has busted out there. That God forsaken country reminds me of a fly wheel on a automobeel--2000 revolutions per minute. I had a grate peece of luck this a.m. I had three portions of bacon for breakfast which same happed on account of my bein seated between |
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