Love Letters of a Rookie to Julie by Barney Stone
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rockin, is to sit down and wait until your hammick comes around, and
jump on it and choke it into insensibility. I made out to do this better than the balance of the bunch, as I had had more practice, owing to the fact I used to use this method after a nite with the boys; when I got to my street I used to sit down on the curb, and wate fur my house to come round; when it came I used to jump on it and hang on. Believe you me Julie, that "A life on the ocean wave" may be all rite as a song but its no noise fur a guy who was born and brung up in Longacher square. Will rite you again as soon as I get my land legs. Yours until they build another statue to Von Hindenburg. BARNEY. [Illustration: "I felt as if I had somethin I _must_ give up."] Dere Julie, Arrived in London O.K. and wet. London is worse than them that talk about it. When we got unshipped at Liverpool it was rainin cats and dogs, Skinny was worried over getting his new scenery wet, as he had lost his rain coat, on the way over, so he spent all morning in the rain trying to get a new one. Skinny was wetter than I was when I went |
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