The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1916-1920, 1918-12-29
XIV

HEAR UNCLE BILL: There is not
~ much, to write about, but Uncle
Bill Sammy Jones, says you'll never, learn
to whsle if, you don't stick out your lips.
So viii, at least go through the motions
of wind up and, then perhaps Ill put it,
-eur the pan.
I would Ike you Uncle Bill, TO give me
some advise about what, shall do when
I am, Man. As I am getting older sted-
dilly must, soon decide. The war is
getting near its end like a lolly popp
which, Phil has been working on and, you
cannot tell Just when it will be done but,
you know its end is sure and, not so very
far away and, am not so enthuzyastick
as, 1 was while ago about, being a Mar
rine. 1 do not feel as if, 1 should care to be
Fighter when, there was, no one to fight.
l. OF course you, having been captain I,
would hardly care to be anything, of
lower rank than that and, foE-many years
the world, will be full of corp1iIs sergts
leiuts and Captains so where, would 1 fit
in what's the answer.
They say Sailor is a very hard man
so hard, they can Spit through a brick
wall and, fear 1 am not, the stuff for
that 1 am, rather more Litteny in my
nature. Although sailors are in many
fine books / do not, feel that they, are
quite htterry enough, for me.
So you might say Sammy why, do you
not become writer since you are so stuck
on iitterery life and attaboy Sammy you,
might write book. But get me, on this
Uncle Bill there are, 2 many books now.
Books are the cause of much trouble and,
| feel there is gilt on the solos of arthurs.
Books have taught many boys to run,
away from home and 10 late they return,
from loren lands ladened, with gold and
diamonds richer than Rockafellow to find,
there parents have died of, a broken
heart, taking there gray hares in Sorrow
10, the Grave while wondering WHARF, Is
my wondering Boy tonight a sad end, for
those who, feed us and, buy US cloathes
and provisions and ball or bat and a
bysickle maybe and, what is no small mat
ter shoes.
And where, do we go from here bows
where, do We go from here we go, to a
better whirlled where, thieves do not
brake in and steel for, we can take moth
ing with us which, they could steel it is, q
great Mystery and, has anyone a Line
on it they have not.
would like TO be, Barber, which
sees many people all the time and, he
knows what every body is doing who, is
making good and, who will probably be
elected and, where was the fire yesterday
and, how much dammidge did it do and,
was their insurance and, all the news
which is, a dellitefull thing don't you say,
it is Uncle Bill.
A doctor is nice job but all the boys
and girls around here are so, healthy /
do not hardly think there will be, much
for doctors TO do when we grow up and,
I would not leave my dinner to go and,
see some person without much sence who,
would take it in his head to holIer for me
just, when, was beginning to feel, filed
up nice. Ministers to must enjoy fewner.
ellis where they conseal the fallts of, the
deseized and tell the survoivvers how
good he was though, no one ever notissed
it before but, would it be proper for a
Minister to be, a Candidate and that
Uncle Bill is, my Calling.
1 must be Uncle Bill near the top, Of
the batting list must be in the thick Of
the Fight. All the Candidates I ever seen
i mean have saw that is all, 1 ever did
see had fur Overeoat Silk hat and a fine
cigar and, the nobel way they look aci
and speak is grand simply grand. Dad
says all the candidates | ever knew mean.
ing him and not me had, Just one purp.