The Washington times., 1918-01-25
To My Sweetheart
SOLDIER
Every Girl Should Read
These. Wonderful
Letters.
FOURTH LETTER.

My Soldier: Speaking in his YER
nacular, Sammy Jones is. a wise
Guy!" Sammy is an incredibly
small person who delivers a paper
to US every evening. ! believe you
and Sammy have never met, but he
knows you, and If the President Of
the United States, and Jess Willard,
and Ty Cobb, and Rockefeller, and
Jesse James were all rolled into
one, / don't believe in his eyes it
would make as wonderful a COM
posite as you are. That's why say
he's a wise guy"
This afternoon as you marched
by with your company a small
figure wiggled through the crowd to
my side, and Sammy smiled up into
my face. Gee, Mr.. Jack is a swell
guy" he said. Look how his uni
form seems all gold-different from
the rest: And, gee, he's got a swell
mug, all lit up from inside. Just
wait till Mr.. Jack goes over to Ger
many and his regiment will make
those Heinies look like 80 cents. I
bet the Kaiser faints away when he
sees Mr.. Jack and those other guys"
He and Frank are great cronies.
Almost any time you can find them
foreSatherlng together behind the
garage. What one doesn't know the
other doesi They toss back and
forth the weightiest subjects and
dismiss them with a nodl The most
profound considerations Of shin and
state are settled without the turning
OF hair! Kingdoms and empires
are raised up and cast down over
night! The pennant is given the
winning team, before even the sea-
son opens! And as for automobiles
why, the mysteries Of clutch and
ignition, magnetic and gear, are to
them as an open book. But OH Il
Nanny catches theml Her weather
eye is always open for a squall, and
when the back yard is too suspi-
ciously quiet, she win roll up her
apron, and tramp out rocking
fercely back and forth. When she
rounds the corner Of the garage, the
whole neighborhood stands breath
less, such as Is around. First she
takes Sammy by one ear and saws,
You take your earthly tabernacle
home, you little good-for-uothin'.
You tell your ma If you've got one,
that you're nothing but miserable
white trash, coming into foEkses'
yards and cluttering up" And then
she'll turn to Frank, who has by thin
time begun to make industrious use
Of the first weapon ready to his
hand-broOm or shovel or rake.
you is just as bad as he is. Look
at this yard You haven't done a
lick Of work since some time during
the civil war. This yard looks ike
General Braddock's army done Just
drove through" And then she'll
tramp back to the house, muttering
and rocking iercely from side to
side.
For quite a while sounds Of m
industry echo through the air, but
again comes a suspicious hull, and ]
know the two comrades are once
more in earnest and loving conclavs
behind the garage.
But OH dearest, wasn't it a won
ierful thought Of Sanmy's about
your golden armor7 His little eyes
recognized what my heart had al
ways known! You are my knight Of
he golden armor! My soldier Of
The brave, loyal, noble heart! No
wonder Sammy says your face looks
all lit up!" It's the soul Of you,
iearest, that burns with a white
lamel I'm trying to be bravel I'm
;rying to make my letters cheerful,
out the ternches lie before my
minds eye in a long row, and I
ihudder, dear, / shudder.
YOUR OWN.