has a long line of ancestors; but let me slip you the "info" derie,
that some of 'em must be sinkers on the end of the line. I wish that I
knowed as much as they think they do.

Yours till someone counts all the flivvers,

BARNEY.

P.S. Tomorrow night, Skinny wants me to go to the Opera with him.
I'm not goin--cause I always sleep better at home. I'd rather here a
soubrette dolled up in a costume that would barely pass the bord of
sensers sing a song like "Mother don't bother with the rolls, father's
coming with a bun."

[Illustration: Skinny got one lamp at her, and immediately forgot what
he joined the army for]




Dere Julie:

These cockney birds sure chirp some language. Believe you me, a guy
had orto carry an interpreter around with him. Me and Skinny went
out to a swell English camp today to take a peep at English trainin
methods; outside we sees a tipical Tommy Atkins settin down fixin
sumpin wrong with his kicks; as we heaved along side of him, he yells
out to us, "I say, ol' top, have ye any lices?" Skinny, thinkin he
ment did we have seam squirrels commenced to bawl him out in jig time,
telling him there was no such things in the good ol' U.S.A. when he