The Brattleboro daily reformer. (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1913-1955, 1918-07-02

that the boys are on the 60 and the war
il still in progress over here. Well soon
get that sour quince-kaiser William S
young Crown Prince and wen hang him
side Of William by the ear All the boys
are well and fine and the grub is just in
line We should worry what the Huns
may have to say. We will soon he sail
ing back with a whiz, whang and
whack, to our home-the good old
T. :. A.
We lie in our hunks at night by the
glowing candies light and hear the can
mons rumble long and low. Are we in
.itz Well ! guess: Shall we stay? Our
answer-"l es!" We shall stay til every
Hun has gone below! Out of all this din
and fuss Yankee land looks good to us;
but we're glad to stay to help our allies
win. With our cannon at our hack, We
will nun to the attack and we'll drive
the Germans homeward with vim.
This is sure n fine old land-grass and
trees OH every hand and the grass IS
green as grass can ever be. All the
flowers in the dell. violets and yellow
bell. AZ YOU hike along, each one you'll
surely see Though the grass is green be
Meath and the vines all Irvine their wreath
let me tell YOU what above may be seen.
High among the snowy clouds with their
uurring smooth and loud fys the ever
dreaded human bird-machine. Round
ard round they circle high til it seems
they pierce the sky, then with curves
and loop-the-loops they drop. VIII the
wonders of this age written on old his
tory's page. never lessen, never weaken,
never stop.
At my desk so rough and cmde-mada
of boards my own hands hewed day by
dav ] sit and labor as of old 1t seems so
much like home that it seems that
must roam-t then / stir and find my
dreams grow old Never mind my
honey girl, il things are in a whirl-I II
be with you when the yuletide comes
around There'l be hot time in the
state with the Fifty-fourth for bait and
wen raise the blooming root right off
the town
Wen tbs time to go to bed with the
moonlight overhead and the lights will
soon lee ont ! fear. ! would write You
often, pet. but the mail that you would
get would he all punched up, as mail
goes slowly here just remember | am
we'll and Wen give the Germans Il. then
wen march back DER the fields of heath
or: for fellow can't feel bad-only
Just little sad-for this sure is what
you'd call real weather.
Haven't heard yet from the states but
of course it's not to late and the ships
are surely needed for the food. Give my
love to all the girls with their fair and
golden curls-but keep the most for You
I knew YOU would Tell my Pa he mustn't
ret TT he working with him yet. Now
! the light is burning low, 80 | must quit
| Love to all--its getting late. Gee, this
life is surely great So long. Mumsy.
rest tomorrow there ! fit Pray for al
the boys at war-pray for what were
fighting for-lor prayers are what vii
win this war I'll bet Wish that yot
were here to see all this peachy scenery
! remain, as ever, Just your lovinl
Chef.
| p. S-Gee. this is sure day of days
in many, many. many ways, for 10 | go
three letters from the states One wa
numbered No. a. Gee, wish there ha'
been more. for my mother wrote tn
to heard me hollcr when saw Yanke
dollar lying safely there between tn
folds And before I'm leaving here
shall buy souvenir. for Yankee none
here is good as gold ! accept with man
thanks and shall change il into frame
when strike the first y NJ. G. a.
do not close this note it will ncve
reach the boat, and You'll sure he on
Of luck, as we all say. Love again.
& Il G.