Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1920-05-22

U. S. Naval Training Station. Naval oper-
ating Base, Hampton Roads. Va.
April :, 1920.
Dearest Aunt Julia and Cousins: 1 just
wonder what you all are doing fo= your
selves tonight. As for myself / am not
doing anything, so I thought I would write
few lines to the letter box, as it has
been some time since I have written, Won
der will I be welcomed back in your happy
band again? Well, I will wait and see.
Some of the cousins probably remember
me, but I'll tell you again, am only one of
Uncle Sans blue-eyed sailors, brown hair,
medium complexion, five feet SIX inches in
height, and weigh about 40 pounds; now
guess you are thinking that they don't
care what they take in the navy, from my
description. don't you?
How does this beautiful spring weather
suit you? 1t sure makes anyone feel good,
and full Of life. don't you agree with me?
am sure you would If you could get a
taste of the life here in Hampton Roads,
during the day to feel the cool breeze from
the bay, see the large ships coming in and
going out of the Roads, and al night to hear
the fog horns from the ships and see the
great searchlights from the ships. Oh, well,
it makes q fellow feel like he is proud of
being one Of the boys in blue. And to lead
the ating life of a sailor Is just
grand. We have all the amusements a fell
low could wish for. Boxing and wrestling
every Friday night, motion pictures in the
auditorium, on Tuesdays. Thursday and Sat-
urday nights, and Monday nights they have
a company of musicians to give entertain
ments; they do everything possible to make
a sailor feel that he is wanted and re-
spected in the navy. IN write you a little
01n hafO Won of 10 into A.
ing letter.
The food that one gets IN the Army or Navy,
The beans and the soup, the meat and the
gravy;
The rice and the spice, the stew and the
bread,
Is classified under the general head
OF chow.
You quit sleep at five and you start it
at nine;
You work like a Turk and you timber your
spine;
You go through the mill of vigorous drill,
But though you're. exhausted you still get
fill
OF chow.
It sounds Oriental, but tastes very pleasant;
You never get filets or turkey or pheasant,
matter,
There's only one title that goes with a
platter
OF chow.
What matters the dress Of the mess any
how?
Just serve up the cabbage or serve up the
cow;
The lad in the service will gobble it in,
He never holds back when it's time for the
Of chow.
I have written over the limit, but here's
hoping that Aunt Julia will be kind enough
to print it, so 1 will bid you all good night
and go. A sincere sailor boy,
Executive Office N. o. B., Hampton
Roads, Va.
Dear Aunt Julia and Cousins: Will you
admit an Alabama kid in your band of
boys and girls? I had a hard time get
makes me so late is that 1 had to stop
by New York to see one of those girls in
Georgia. Well, I guess that 1 had better
stop my foolish talk. AS others describe
themselves I will do likewise. I am be-
tween II and 25 years young, brown hair
and eyes, five feet and nine inches low.
Aunt Julia. my occupation is breeding poul-
try. Did you know this? Will tell others
how to do this business, as there Is great
money in this business. Wee-wee, Mr.. w.
B. is about to get me; kick him, beat him,
keep him from making a new kid Of me.
Irene Bagwell, stop laughing at me- Aunt
Julia, please print this if it is worth print
ing. Find inclosed for someone, this is a
wee-bit for baby. All you cousins write
and will tell you about this French fort
here on Tombigbee river. Write, old and
JESSE TURNER.
Dear Auntie and Cousins: Will you please
admit North Carolina girl in your happy