The way things are goin now, it looks as if William the Twicer is
gonna have a great future behind him: Skinny sez the Klown Quince and
his army reminds him very much of his (Skinny's) brother who went out
west and made twenty Indians run--but the Indians couldn't ketch him.
Believe you me derie, the Boches are running faster than the color
in a 19 ct. pair of stockins. They are hot footin it faster than the
train that I left for camp on pulled out of Grand Central Station; and
that pulled out so fast that when I tried to kiss you from the window
when she started, I kissed a cow ten miles away.

Well Julie dere, I miss you much believe you me. I'd rather see you
just about now than a messenger with the news that piece has been
sined; of course there's a lot of nice girls hear amung the Red X
Nurses and Y workers, but there's so many officers and gold braids
round that fellers like us dont get any more show than a dollar at a
church fair.

[Illustration: Speakin' of William the Two-spot]

We're up now to where we can hear the noise of the big 75's as they
pound the Boches from their trenches and have gotten so used to it
that we can't sleep without it. Every once in a while we see the
ambulances comin in, and a lot of the boys have to be watched to
keep em from trying to beat it back into the trenches again. We heard
yesterday Julie, about a detachment who went over the top and the
commanding officer told em not to go beyond a certain objective during
the first half hour; when the half hour was up they wuz a half mile
beyond the objective. When the major of the battalion bawled out the
company commander, he yelled back at him "H---- if the Crown Prince's