Love Letters of a Rookie to Julie eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 40 pages of information about Love Letters of a Rookie to Julie.

Love Letters of a Rookie to Julie eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 40 pages of information about Love Letters of a Rookie to Julie.

Arrived in London O.K. and wet.  London is worse than them that talk about it.  When we got unshipped at Liverpool it was rainin cats and dogs, Skinny was worried over getting his new scenery wet, as he had lost his rain coat, on the way over, so he spent all morning in the rain trying to get a new one.  Skinny was wetter than I was when I went home after my nightie the nite you had me stay at your house because it was stormin outside.  He was so wet the water was runnin offen his rist watch; Skinny wasn’t worried about the rist watch as he said it had been soaked many times before.

Well derie, I am glad I enlisted; I am sertainly gettin some experience in this little ol’ scrap; and will have sumpin to relate to them slackers when I get home to ‘lil ol’ New York.  Skinny asked me did I know what a slacker stood for.  I told him I didn’t know everything but that most of ’em reminded me of a lemmen marine pie—­yellow all thru, and not enuff crust to go over the top.  However don’t be too hard on ’em Julie, no person is perfect as Mose Jackson said when he was convicted for the 10th time of harvestin other peoples poultry.

The worst thing I haft to lissen to is Skinny talkin about his first wife.  He says he used to sit and hold her hand fer hours; maybe he did, and believe you me Julie from other things he said about her, I believe if he’d ever let loose of her hand she would have killed him.

With love, I am

Yours until the Fritzies sing the Marcel Wave on Unter der Linden,

Barney.

[Illustration:  He wuzn’t worried.  It had been “soaked” often—­]

Dere Julie,

Well ol’ dear (you see I’ve already picked up some London wheezes) a week has flat-wheeled by since you’ve heard from ’lil brighteyes.  Last wensday Skinny and me got a pass to do the burg, and our pocket books have been at half mast ever since.  As we are billeted some distance from Picadilly, we figgered to go downtown in a taxi, rite there our trubbles begun.  We asked the pilot of the tin Lizzie what the tax would be and he comes back with, “2 and 6 thankee sir.”  Can you beat it?  Two dollars fer me and six fer Skinny.  We hot footed it down and saved that much.

I didn’t care much about ridin with him anyhow.  I think he was a Jona; anyway he was so cross eyed that if he’d aimed a gun at Berlin he would have shot an eye out of Constantinopel.

We wuz a little nervous account of not being wise to the customs, but Skinny said if we kept our lids down over our ears nobody would be wise as to what was going on inside our skulls.  The first place we went into was the Palm Tree Inn.  All the barkeepers and waiters was “Janes.”  Most of them wuz pretty good looking; one “Jane” in particular was there with a front.  Skinny got one lamp at her and immediately forgot what he joined the army for.

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