fer the Democrats, so you can kill the cow’s young son fer little bright eyes as they did fer that young high roller mentioned in the Bible.  If veal is top high in the good ol’ U.S.A., I’ll be satisfied with a table-dee-hoty dinner at the Cafe Des Enfants (meaning Child’s Restaurant), I’m not particular Julie, so long as every course is served with your smilin face opposite.  The more I see of the “Janes” over here the better I like the Julies over there.  I’ve saw ’em all and not a one can hold a tallow candle up a dark alley to my own Julie.  In the language of the poet

  You can talk of English women
    Who like there beef and beer;
  Of Italy’s black haired beauties
    Who love there land so dere;
  Of Spanish turtle doves
    Who sing of wealth and love;
  But give me the U.S.  Girl
    She wins my esteem
  Fer everytime you kiss her
    You get the flavor of—­Boston Pork & Beans!

[Illustration:  Home again, across the ol’ Atlantic.]

Skinny has just arrove back in camp from the trenches and got the news about the sining of the armistice.  He was caked with mud from hed to foot, which he said he didn’t mind till our captin complimented him on holdin all the ground they took yesterday.  I guess Skinny thot he was bein kidded.  I made him pull off his clothes in jig time fer if he’d ever get caught out in the rain like that he would have suffered a landslide.

Well derie, I don’t suppose an other letter will reach you before “Yours truly” so I can’t say if I will rite again or not; enny-ways on our way back across the ol’ Atlantic we wont have to look out fer any of William the Twicers tin fish, and when I get back to the land of the free and the home of the brave, I’m gonna be afraid to get on a ferry boat fer fear she might head across the ocean.  And now Julie, fare-thee-well until I hold you in my arms again,

Yours until married men have alibyes there wives believe

Barney.

P.S.  I’ve just learned our regiment is to leave for home at once, so plug the push button on that guys bell in the hallway.