BARNEY.

P.S.--I'd rather be a lamp post on Broadway, than a ten story building
down here.

[Illustration: "The Captin's pet sausage hound wuz lickin' my face."]




In Camp C, W and H.

(Meaning cold, wet and hungry.)

Dere Star of My Heart,

Big day for us; we got our new soldier scenery--a complete set from
kicks to skypieces. Did you ever see a feather bed with a string
tied around the middle, or a bale of hay with the middle hoop busted?
That's what my appollonnaris form looks like now draped in the togs
handed me by the "land of the free and the home of the brave." The
pants must have been cut out with a circular saw for a bow-legged
simp. I have to use a compass to find out which direction I'm going,
and believe you me when I caught sight of "yours truly" in a mirror I
looked like the end of a load of wood and just as handsome.

These clothes remind me of the tailors sign on eur block, "A.
LEVINSKY, FIRST CLASS TAILOR. Wear a suit of our clothes and you will
have a fit." I am liable to have several fits before I get acquainted