last nite. Women are so suspicious you know. I ment we went down to
the canteen to get some puddin, rice and tapioca.

"B."

[Illustration: She would run and ketch up with the hed of the
perseshun]




Dere Julie:

Your last lovin letter was rec'd by your little bright eyes in a
quaint old burg in viva la France, just back of where the Yanks are
making soup strainers of William the Twicer's boobs by punchin them
in the kitchen with that "wooden sword of America." You know Julie,
that story that the Emp has been jabbing them in the arm with about
"America couldn't fite if she would, and wouldn't if she could,"
and tellin em also about Germany's "submarines sinking all the Yanks
transports etcery etcery." If Bill keeps this up very long they will
nickname him Barnum.

Speaking of William the Twospot, reminds me of what one of our boys,
which was taken prisoner and escaped, wuz telling about what the Emp
said when he saw so many of our boys on the front at Chato Theiry;
sendin fer some of his generals he deemanded they tell him what boat
brung all them Yanks over. One of 'em piped up and sed "I think, yer
Majesty it was the Lusitania." Being German, it went over his bed like
a air ship.