you me, she made use of the opportunity.

Well angel face, here I am a buck private fur fair, but believe you
me, I'd rather be a private with a chicken on my knee than a kernel
with an eagle on my shoulder; and I'd rather have any shoulder on a
bar than a bar on my shoulder any time.

Yours loving dough-boy,

BARNEY.

P.S.--I don't know why they call us dough boys, for thirty per aint
much "dough," is it angel face?

[Illustration: "How wuz I to know you wuz agin the push button of his
bell."]




Same Camp.

(Not on the map.)

Dere Julie,

Many thanks, my cherrie (that's French), fur the lovely cake you sent
me, but believe you me deary, I didn't get a smell of it. I got the
box about 6 p.m. opened it at 6;01, and at 6;01½ our band played the
Star Spangled Banner and all us fellows had to stand at attention;