Jane brought it in a bowl and had her thum jabbed into it, when Skinny
pointed to her thum in the soop, she grinned and sed "Zats all rite,
Monsewer, it is not hot." We got along very well (considerin that
Skinny kept her mind offen her business by trying to send her a eye
wireless) and got down to the desert. You know me Julie, Me for the
good old fashioned pies like my ol' lady makes. Gettin a lamp at what
looked like a juicy huckleberry pie, I pointed to it and said in my
company tone of voice "Please give me a big dose of that huckleberry
pie." Puttin on her prettiest smile and rollin her eyes, and arching
her shoulders she cum back with "if Monsewer will pleese brush off ze
flies, he will find it is custard pie--NOT ze huckleberry."

Its a good thing we are leaving to-morrow to go toward the front for
if we staid round her long the moral of our regiment would stand at
about zero minus 5.

Yours until they chase the Kaiser to Holland with the balance of the
windmills.

BARNEY.




On the Hike Nowhere in France.

Dere Julie:

There shure is a bunch of widows over here, Both grass and sod. I say
little brighteyes, do you think it possible fer a guy to get hay fever