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"THATS ME ALL OVER, MABLE"
by
LIEUT. EDWARD STREETER
27th (N.Y.) Division
Author of "Dere Mable"
With 25 Illustrations in Black-And-White by
Corp. G. William Breck ("Bill Breck")
27th (N.Y.) Division
New York
Frederick A. Stokes Company
Publishers
Copyright, 1919, by
Frederick A. Stokes Company
All Rights Reserved
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
Bill "We can fire all we want without hittin nothin"
"I sit on a hill all day"
"A bunch lyin under the trees"
"My, what an awful bore"
"The fello with the long hair"
"He thinks there so sad that he almost cries"
"They get awful fat, of course"
"They come and get our dirty wash"
"It aint as dangerous as I thought"
"Angus likes it cause he can sit down in it"
"If the top sargent dont remember"
"She always carries a kid under her arm"
"I dont eat nothin outside of meal hours exceptin a few pies"
"I couldnt see a thing except the side of the hill"
"He outran the other fello"
"I sat next to a lady what didnt seem to have much on but a lot
of jewels"
"The minister has two daughters--both girls"
"They gave us coffee in egg cups"
"The first sargent wouldnt let me"
"The only thing they do to the rain is to strain it"
"I just found your pictur at the bottom of my barrack bag"
"I dont seem to need as much food as I used to"
"Joe Loomis"
"The tailor must have been a boiler maker once"
"_Thats Me All Over, Mable_"
_Dere Mable_:
I take my pen in hand to tell you what do you think I done now? I left
the infantry an gone back into the artillery. The Captin hated to let me
go. He said the Artillery Colonel was a friend of his. I guess thats why
he finally said all right. It wasnt that I was scared of the infantry. I
guess you know that I aint scared of anything that walks on two legs
except the measles. The artillerys really more dangerous than the
infantry cause you stand in one place so they can get a good line on you
while in the infantry your running round all the time.
Seein the Captin was so jealous of me I thought a fello with brains
would have more chance over here. I tried to transfer as an officer but
the Captin said I better go over as a private and as soon as they saw
what kind of a fello I was theyd fix me all right. He seemed to wake up
a little when he saw I was goin. Im going to put in my applicashun for
an officer as soon as I get a chance.
I didnt go back to the same battery I was in before cause youll remember
that the Captin and I didnt get along very well. Couldnt seem to agree
on nothin. I thought it would be pleasanter for me an him to if I went
to another battery.
It almost seemed like they was waitin for me cause the day after I came
over they hitched up the horses and drove the cannons out to the range.
Its kind of hard to explain to a girl like you what a range is. The only
way I can explain it is that it aint nothin like a range. There aint
nothin here but mountins and we can fire all we want without hittin
nothin but the mountins and once in a while maybe one of the mountin
ears. But they say there so tough they dont mind it a bit. Thats a funny
thing about artillery, Mable. The object seems to be not to hit nothin.
The day we got out here I heard the Captin say "Well Im glad were way
out in a place like this where we don't run no danger of hittin nothin."
All I said was "I like to see a fello careful Captin, but if thats all
your worryin about you needent have taken so much trouble." The longer I
know Captins the less I understand them.
[Illustration: "WE CAN FIRE ALL WE WANT WITHOUT HITTIN NOTHIN"]
This is the rainy season. The south is a wonderful country for wether
cause everything is divided off so well. There is three seasons. The
cold season, the hot season and the rainy season. Thats what makes the
place so good. It would be awful tiresome if you was always freezin to
death, or always soaked or always bakein. Now you get four months of
each. It makes a change for a fello.
Theyve put me on the speshul detail. The speshul detail, Mable, is a
bunch of fellos what knows more than any one else in the camp. I sit on
a hill all day with a little telephone in a lunch box and take messages.
They got an awful system of sending messages in the artillery. Ill be
sittin there thinkin of you an waitin for lunch and somebody says
"Hello" an I says "Hello" just like a regular fone. And then they say
"Heres a message from mmmmmmmm." Its always the same fello. I dont know
who he is. And then they say "Tell Captin mmmmmmmm to mmmmmmmmm at once.
Please repeat." And then I repeat and whoever it is says "No, No" and
you dont here any more. I guess its some kind of a code they have. I
dont believe the Captin is on to it cause you ought to have heard what
he said the other day. I guess he was talkin about the fello on the
other end. I never heard your father do better.
Its awful dangerous work cause where I sit aint more than half a mile
from the shells. If they ever put a curve on one of them its good night
Willie. I aint scared of course. I just menshuned it sos you wouldnt
worry. Ill tell you more about the telefone the next time. I may know
more about it myself then.
Yours till they curve one
_Bill_.
[Illustration: "I SIT ON A HILL ALL DAY"]
_Dere Mable_:
Were still up at the artillery range shootin. I dont know what at. Im
beginnin to think nobody else does ether. Our guns is pointed right at
some woods. Weve been shootin at those woods now for a week and havnt
hit them yet. We always seem to go over them. Theres a fello stands
behind the guns and yells things all day like it was a poker game. "Up
five, up ten." The whole thing seems like an awful waste of time to me.
Im goin to suggest that we tie a couple of horses to a tree and shoot at
them. The fellos would take more interest in there work if there was
some reward. It wouldnt bother the horses much if we cant hit the woods
I guess, eh Mable? They can use my horse. If Im willin to take a chance
he ought to be.
A fello told me the other day that these torpetoes what we shoot cost as
high as twenty dollars apiece. I dont believe that though or theyd be a
law against it. I guess he was talking about the guns. Im going to take
a couple of torpetoes back to camp and see how much the audience
department will give me for them. Thrifty. Thats me all over, Mable.
The mountin ears come over and watch us. I guess the moonshining
business must be lax this time of year. A moonshiner makes whisky out of
corn. Angus MacKenzie tried to make some by soaking a couple of ears in
a bucket for almost a week. It didn't taste like much though an made us
kind of sick. I guess you have to have a still like these fellos have.
They call it a still, Mable, cause they have to use it on the quiet.
The mountin ears are awful fierce with big adams apples and round hair
cuts when they have any. They have family foods. I guess they got the
idea from the movies, Mable. For instance the Turners live on the one
side of the mountin and the Howards on the other. That makes them sore
so they shoot each other. Accordin to the stories they only shoot each
other when they are goin to church. From the looks of them I guess they
made that rule to save amunishun.
Angus an I went out last Sunday looking for a still. We thought we had
one once and watched it most all day but it turned out to be just a
little shack where they sell fig newtons and lemon pop to the fellos.
You cant fool Angus.
The more I see of the army, Mable, the more I think its an awful
bluff. I heard a lot of talk when I first came up about a gun park. I
thought it would be a nice place to go Sundays and have some fun. I
asked the Captin if there was a lake where a fello could get a canoo and
have a little paddle. He said no but they had a fine collecshun of
animals. I didnt see nothin of no park when we came up. I spent a whole
Sunday afternoon lookin for it. One day I asked the sargent where it was
while we were unhitchin. He said we were in it then. It isnt nothin but
a big field without a blade of grass or a tree and just the guns in the
middle. I told him if he thought this was a park he ought to see
Weewillo Park home. I guess you ought to know, Mable, I paid your way in
often enough.
[Illustration: "A BUNCH LYIN UNDER THE TREES"]
Its like those picturs you see stuck around Main Street about men wanted
for the army. Theres always one fello playin tunes on a bugle, an a
couple of fellos playin Old Maid on a table. An off in the corner theres
always a bunch lyin under the trees like the High School tennis team
having there pictur taken. Now that isnt the kind of thing we do at all,
Mable. If the top sargent ever found us like that hed swallo his
whissle.
I had a run in with the Captin last week, Mable. I cant seem to get
along with Captins. High strung. Thats me all over. Every week we have
an inspecshun and I have to clean the whole gun myself. They send the
whole bunch down but I guess its just to hand me things. Like nurses in
an operation. It aint much fun I tell you. When the Major came around
next day he opened the little door in the back of the gun and I guess he
saw how many parts there was to keep clean cause he says "My, what an
awful bore." The Major is all right, Mable. He likes a fello to have a
little fun once in a while. I guess he aint never been a Captin. I says
"Yes, Major, it certainly is, an nobody knows it better than me cause I
cleaned the whole thing myself." He says "Well if you dont do somethin
about it next week then you wont have nobody to blame but yourself."
I took the hint right off and when it came time to clean guns for the
next inspecshun I got a horse and rode over to town and took a bath. I
told the Captin afterwards what the Major had told me but I dont think
he would care if General Perishing had asked me home to dinner. Its what
_he_ wants. To tell the truth I think he was sore cause I got a bath an
he didnt.
Thats a funny thing about the army. If theres a speck of dirt on the old
guns or the horses everyone gets an awful ballin out. But if a fello
takes a little time to wash hisself youd think he done a crime.
[Illustration: "MY, WHAT AN AWFUL BORE"]
Well I got to quit now. Im goin on what Angus MacKenzie calls a still
hunt. Thats a skotch joke.
I think when the wars over Ill marry you an be a mountin ear. They dont
seem to have nothin to do but stand round with there hands in there
pockets and watch us work. Thats a nice life.
yours till then
_Bill_.
_Dere Mable_:
Spring is come. The buds is stickin out on the trees. Pieces of
tacksicabs is stickin up through the mud on the roads. Yesterday I
caught a fly. It makes a fello feel romantic somehow or other. Some of
em shines there shoes and rites home oftener. Some has even had there
picturs taken. Max Glucos was so sure spring was here that he got usin
the Sibly stove for a laundry bag. Then we had a cold night and Angus
MacKenzie thought it was kindling. Max an Angus aint speakin now. Not
that that matters much though cause they never said much when they did
talk.
It kind of makes me restless Mable when I think of you and Main St. and
the fello with the long hair in Billings and Stover what used to make us
up Sundays. An I get lonesome for Maple st. with you an me sittin at one
end of the piazza pretendin we was listenin to your father readin the
newspaper out loud. If I ever get old, Mable, dont let me read the
newspaper out loud. An do you remember how still wed have to sit sos the
hammok wouldnt squak after eleven o'clock or your fatherd stick his head
out the door an say that if I didn't have a home you did? An how wed
go canooing at Weewillo park Saturday nights and stay out till the fello
that hired the boats out went to sleep. I was always a good spender. You
know that, but thrifty. Thats me all over, Mable.
[Illustration: "THE FELLO WITH THE LONG HAIR"]
I was comin back to camp the other night and a guard stopped me and says
"Who goes there?" an I says without thinkin "Me an Mable every Saturday
night." Thats the way I am now.
Max Glucos says poetry. Spring hits him that way. Some gets hay fever,
some rash and others poetry. He says one thing that starts "In the
spring a young mans fancy vests and socks come into view." He says a
fello named Burns wrote it. Angus says Burns was a hot skotch. But I
guess you wouldnt understand that.
Were going to have a divishun show. Of course every body in the divishun
isnt goin to be in it. A lot of them has to be detailed to watch it.
They asked me what I could do and I said most anything but Id like to
say a piece called Gungadien. Its a piece I came across in a book by a
fello I never heard of so I didnt think any of the fellos would know it.
They told me to report at the mess shack an theyd fix me up. When I went
they told me I was electrician cause anybody could recite pieces but
they had to have a fello with a bean on him to be electrician. They
told me they was goin to hold me for an emergency. If the show went
rotton an everybody got throwin things then theyd send me out.
Fellos is funny, Mable. Most of em when you ask em say they cant do
nothin. Then if they think they aint goin to be urged they say there
rotton but theyll have a try at it. Then when they get down rehersin
they get so pleased with themselves they dont want to quit an give
nobody else a chance. Its part of the electricians job to get them away
when they get through. One fello plays a ukaylaly and sings Howareyoun
songs. He thinks there so sad that he almost cries every time. We think
so too but it makes us mad instead.
Thank your mother for the spring tonic she sent me. Its funny that a
bottle of medicine was the first thing that ever came through the post
office without bein in pieces. I cant say much for the taste. I guess
thats why it got by the post office so well. Your mother rote me to take
it regular cause it put iron in my blood. Angus says we got enough stuff
to lug around now without ballisting our insides with iron. After he
tasted it he said that if he had to have iron in his blood hed rather
swallo a couple of nails and let them dissolve inside him than take
them predigested.
[Illustration: "HE THINKS THERE SO SAD THAT HE ALMOST CRIES"]
Dont send me no more nitted things, Mable. Its gettin hotter every day.
Next winter well be in France. Its nice and warm there all the time.
Besides Paris is a pretty fair sized town. I can run in any time and get
what ever I want. Give my regards to your father. I hope his liver is
workin again. I dont suppose he is by any chance.
yours regardless
_Bill_.
_Dere Mable_:
I got arrested for a week up at the artillery range. That aint a
disgrace like bein arrested in the city though. Down here some of the
nicest fellos does it. There aint no jale. I just live in a different
tent. I guess they couldnt think of any place worse to live in than a
tent. Im in with a good crowd. It makes a nice change from drillin. I
got arrested for my watch bein slow. That shows how strict they are in
the army.
While we was firin at the range the other day I was sittin on a hill
with the fone takin messages from another hill. I was thinkin of you an
gettin kind of dopy when some one says over the fone "This is the
General." I says "How do you do sir." Curteus. Thats me all over, Mable.
I guess he didnt here me though. He says "Were going to syncopate our
watches." That was a new one on me Mable. I was goin to tell him that
mine didnt need it. Its the one your father gave me an its been runnin
in ragtime ever since I got it.
Then he says "When I say check its ten fifty five (10.55)." I thought he
was exceedin his authority but I didnt say nothin an when he said check
I just passed it over. He waited a minute and then he says "When I say
check its ten fifty seven (10.57)." It struck me that I might have
worked that out myself but I didnt say nothin. Then he says after a
minute. "When I say check its ten fifty nine (10.59)." Then just to save
him trouble I says "I got a watch myself sir. And as a matter of fact
your five minutes fast." I guess I was slow. But as I say bein in arrest
aint no disgrace like bein in the city.
Im going to ask the Captin to let me off this telefone job. Whenever
they dont know who to let out on they let out on the telefone man. What
they want is a mind reader not a fello with brains. The other day the
Captin says "Lay this spool of wire up that hill." He handed me a thing
that looked like a trolly cable and weighed about as much. Then he went
home to read the paper till I came back and told him it was done. Thats
the way with Captins. When I got it all done they go and say to the
Major "I laid the wire up the hill." An the Major says "That was a good
job, Captin. You must be tired. Have a cigar." But I never say nothin.
Thats me all over, Mable.
I took the wire like he said and laid it under a bush on top of the hill
sos nobody could swipe it. When I came down I showed him where it was
on a little pictur I drew him. An to here him talk youd think hed never
asked me to take it up the hill at all.
Yesterday we was firin into the middle of a field where there wasnt a
livin thing to hit as far as I could see. If the Captin had to pay for
these torpetoes I bet hed be more careful of them. He was awful excited
though. He came up an gave me a lot of numbers to fone to his battery.
He didn't say what to do with them an nothin happened. That got him
sore. It aways does. Captins thinks you ought to know what to do without
tellin you. He started to take it out on me bein the nearest. He says
"Get somethin off quick. Hurry up. Get somethin off quick." So just to
humor him I took off my shirt as he hadnt specified. You cant do nothin
right for a man like that though.
Im learnin a lot about cannons an there habits. There like horses. When
you first get them there wild. The Captin told me that every other
battery but his was awfully wild. He has trouble with his though cause
the other day they telefoned up that theyed just broken one of his guns.
I guess he likes em better wild cause he got awful sore. But you couldnt
do anything right for the Captin.
[Illustration: "THEY GET AWFUL FAT, OF COURSE"]
You ought to see the Major, Mable. A major is a fello that only comes
round once a week. They get awful fat of course. Ours is taller in bed
than he is standin up. I guess he is the kind of thing they have in mind
when they say "not to be taken into the front line trenches."
Im goin to send you one of the torpetoes they shoot out of the guns.
There lyin all over the lot. As far as I can see there just as good as
new. The Captin said not to touch any of em case they mightent have
exploded and was liable to go off when you handled them. I asked them
where they was goin to but he couldnt see a joke if you hit him with it.
Im not takin no chances though Mable. I always carry a hammer and I
pound each one of them good before I pick em up.
Im beginning to think all this stuff about the mountin ears bein wild is
a lot of fake. I been out with Angus MacKenzie three times huntin stills
an the nearest thing we found to one was a fello what sold Bevo. An they
dont seem to be very wild. They come round and get our dirty wash every
day or two and the only wild thing is me when they bring it back. They
all seem to be mixed up on the shavin regulashuns. They all shave there
necks and let there wiskers grow.
Well, Mable, pretty soon well be coming back from the range an goin into
town again. I been away so long I bet William S. Hart has grown a
beard. When you rite I wish youd look up and see when lent is sos I
could give up a little somethin. The way a fello loses track of national
holidays down here is awful.
Give my regards to your mother and as far as Im concerned to your father
to.
Yours till better times
_Bill_.
[Illustration: "THEY COME AND GET OUR DIRTY WASH"]
_Dere Mable_:
I aint arrested no more. Im back to work again. I aint worrying though
cause if things keeps on the way there goin Ill be arrested again pretty
soon. I know now why they call it arrest. No drill or nothin. All a
fello has to do all day is go around with a pick and shovel and dig.
Were still firin away at the range but we havnt hit it yet. If they keep
firin amunishun around much longer they wont have nothin left to fire at
the Germans but the guns. Eh Mable? Thats the kind of thing Im always
sayin in line. Keeps the fellos from gettin depresed.
I learned one thing about artillery. It aint as dangerous as I thought.
They fire at what they call a target but it aint like any target I ever
saw. It aint got circles round it or nothin. Every time they shoot they
make a little dot on a piece of paper to show where the torpeto hit. The
idea seems to be to hit all around the target but never to land one on
top of it. If I was out there Id make a bee line for the target and sit
tight till it was all over. Then someone says "The center of impact hit
the target clean as a whissle." And they all seem awful pleased. From
all Ive seen if the Germans will only land me on the head with a center
of impact I wont feel Ive got any kick coming.
I was out with Angus MacKenzie on a still hunt and an autymobile came
along what belonged to a fello what had two sons in the army. I could
tell cause it had a flag on the front with two stars on it. It stopped
in front of us. The fello what owned it belonged to the cavalry cause he
had a yello hat cord on. He leaned out and says "Dont you see that
flag?" I says "yes, sir, I was just simpathizing with em." That kind of
went home I guess cause he got red an says "You report this thing to
your battery commander immedeately." So when I got home I told him that
a fello what owned a big car had two sons in the army. I had to call him
out from mess to tell him an he says what the this that and the other
did he care. If you do what your told you get in trouble and if you dont
you do to.
The Captins gone to Fort Silly now to learn somethin. I just told Angus
MacKenzie I thought hed get more at Fort Levenworth. But thats a
tecknickle joke, Mable. Of course you wont get it. I guess the
Lieutenant thought he was in the audience department or somethin cause
right away after the Captin left he came down and said now he was
goin to make a battery out of us. I told him I knew where there was a
good dry cell just above New York. That fello wouldnt laff though,
Mable, if Joe Miller hisself told him a joke. All he thinks of is
smoothin out horses.
[Illustration: "IT AINT AS DANGEROUS AS I THOUGHT"]
The feelin between me and the horses seems to grow worse every day,
Mable. I think my horse has got me mixed up with somebody else. I never
did nothin to him except bring him down some of my breakfast one
morning. The sargent is always tellin me to pick up his feet. I tell him
theres no call for that. He seems to be able to do it pretty well all by
hisself. He has em in the air most of the time when Im around.
He kept pesterin me though till the other day I thought Id show him I
could do it. I put his front foot through the spokes of a wheel and tied
it then grabbed the back one and gave an awful heave. Its a way Ive
worked out for handlin bad horses. I figured hed have to be pretty good
to stan on one leg and kick me with the other. But when he found he
couldnt kick me he lay down on top of me. Mean, Ill tell the world.
Now the stable sargent says I hurt the horse. Thats stable sargents all
over. If the horse had bit my head off hed have thought it was an awful
joke. All I say is that Im not as strong as a horse even if I did win a
lot of cups at high school an if I can stand on to legs a horse can to
only hes to lazy.
Max Glucos and Angus and me goes over to see the mountin ear what sells
Bevo once in a while. Were tryin to catch him some day when hes wild. He
aint been wild so far ceptin one day when we forgot to pay him. Angus
says they only get wild certain times of the year. Angus wont drink
Bevo. He says it looks the same and tastes the same but it aint got the
same influence with him.
The mountin ears hate niggers. This one has been tryin to get us to go
on what he calls a coon hunt ever since we been up here. Were goin with
him this week. They hunt them at night. I suppose thats so you cant see
them so well. He takes the dogs sos they can smell the coon. I guess the
mountin ears got a cold. The coon climbs a tree, then you cut the tree
down and then the coon of course has to come down to. I wonder what they
do with them when they get them. It seems foolish to go to all that
trouble when you can find a dozen of them in every little house you come
to.
Angus has got a rubber bath tub sent him. He thinks its great cause you
can fold it so small it goes in your pocket. Who wants to carry a
bath tub in there pockets? I guess its a skotch custom. Perhaps they
take it out while there waiting for a street car and take a bath. Angus
likes it cause he can sit down in it. When he does it fits him like it
was tailor made. All the rest of the bath slides off him onto the floor
or into my shoes.
[Illustration: "ANGUS LIKES IT CAUSE HE CAN SIT DOWN IN IT"]
Well Mable I got to quit now and help out one of the sargents what has a
job cleanin some harness. Hes a nice fello and he asked me to come down
about two hours ago. I guess Ill go down now and see if there through.
Willin. Thats me all over.
yours patrioticaly
_Bill_.
_Dere Mable_:
Its so foggy that we cant fire at the range. I dont see what difference
that makes though. I havnt seen nothin since we started but a bunch of
trees in front of the guns. Im goin to rite you a letter if the top
sargent dont remember that he aint put me on no detail. We leave the
guns out all night. Just sos well have somethin more to guard I guess.
Were supposed to take turns guarding. As far as I can make out that
means me and the rest of the battery altercate every other night. I
suppose they think some of the mountin ears is goin to take one of the
guns and go drivin with it. Angus MacKenzie, the skotch fello, says they
have to guard em sos they wont go off. That sounds kind of silly to me
though, Mable.
I been raisin a mustash. That is I was till yesterday when I cut it off
while I was shavin and thinkin of you. I was sorry cause it was comin
good. You could see it as plain as day with the naked eye. (Thats just
an expreshun, Mable.) In a couple of places I could catch hold of it.
They say nothin grows very good down here, though, but cotton. I
guess I'll wait until I get to France.
[Illustration: "IF THE TOP SARGENT DONT REMEMBER"]
The Lieutenant told us today that when we got over there wed all have to
read meters. I cant see what thats got to do with artillery. That used
to be Max Glucoses business though. Hes teaching me how. He thinks maybe
if we study theyll make us meter spechulists. Spechulists dont have to
get up so early. Angus says he thinks they put meters on the gas shells.
That shows how systumatic they are.
And they say there goin to give us Infield rifles. I think they got it
mixed up with base ball. It seems as though when you join the artillery
you join everything else at the same time. I suppose the next thing
theyll do is learn us a little navigashun.
Ive started savin again Mable for the little white house with the green
blinds. Last month I saved a dollar eighty six ($1.86). That with five
dollars ($5) I borrowed from Joe Loomis makes almost seven ($7) dollars.
I aint the kind of a fello thats always bothering his girl with money
matters. I believe in keepin business out of the home. Close. Thats me
all over, Mable. But in the bigger things I think you ought to know how
we stand.
We may have to go at the house kind of gradual. Buy the blinds first
say. But theys one thing about it. Ive been ruffing it so long in the
army that there aint no kind of hardship thatll bother me.
The mountin ears has funny customs, Mable, and yello dogs without any
stummucks. Angus an I was out ridin last Sunday lookin for a still an
got cold. We stopped at a cabin an a fello came out with a round hair
cut an says "Howdy boys, wont ye light an strip?" Angus says that he
didnt have no figger for that but wed come in an get warm. Eh Mable?
Once in a while when we cant eat what the cook gives us which is most of
the time we go down the road to a mountin ears wife what makes pan
cakes. She always carries a kid under her arm like an over coat. It
looks as if the kids head was on the stove most of the time. Angus says
she greases the griddle with it. I dont know about that, but the mountin
ears is awful tough people.
Me an some of the other fellos went to a mountin ears party in a little
town near here the other night. There was a lot of girls there with
funny noses. When they saw us they all ran in a corner and laffed at us.
That made me kind of sore cause we hadnt invited ourselves but been ast.
The lady that ast us said the girls had there old close on and was
ready for anything. We played old maid till half past nine. Then the
lady what ast us brought in a bowl of apples and our hats. She said the
girls was all nice and they couldnt galyvant round all night and get
talked about.
[Illustration: "SHE ALWAYS CARRIES A KID UNDER HER ARM"]
The Lieutenant told us that in a couple of weeks the whole artillery
brigade is comin up an there goin to have a garage fire. I told him if
he knew about it so far ahead that there wasnt no excuse for such a
thing. Though I should think that would be all a garage would be good
for around here. You cant tell the Lieutenant nothin though since the
Captin went to Fort Silly to learn something and left him in charge of
the battery. I think the authority has gone to his head. Angus says its
gone where its least crowded.
I read the other day, Mable, that there makin the cups rough on the
bottom now so youll think theres sugar in them. They cant fool me
though. Quick. Thats me all over.
Dont feel you got to stop nittin me things just because I cant use them
now. You cant tell when well have another winter. Besides it gives you
somethin to think about when you sittin talkin.
Im sending you a new piece on the phoneygraph that I got in the ten cent
store. Its called "look out Germany, I am comin." It gives you an idea
of the way I feel. I got to stop now an go an see some fellos in another
battery. I just herd the top sargent blow his whissle.
yours till I rite again
_Bill_.
_Dere Mable_:
I would have rote you before this only the fellos in my tent is too tite
to buy any paper. It wouldnt take much, though, to tell you what I been
doin. If I ever rote a book about my adventures same as that fellow
Empty what rote the book called "Over the top and go to Hell" it would
run in competeshun with the Manual of Inferior Guard. Im gettin so I can
only sleep four hours at a time. The only trouble is that it works the
other way. When I do happen to miss a day not bein on guard I have to go
to sleep after I work for two hours. Of course that interferes with the
drill skedule, Mable, but you cant explain nothing to a top sargent.
I overslept the other mornin. I didn't here the horn. I dont see how
they expect a fello to here the horn if hes a sleep. If he herd it hed
be awake. I got out before they started firin anyway. I had to go
without breakfast to do it. I wasnt goin to complain about that, though.
Soldierin every minit. Thats me all over, Mable. The Lieutenant got
awful sore. I guess he was mad cause hed got up earlier than he had to.
He said he was goin to prefer charges and asked me what I had to say. I
told him every man to his taste and if he was askin my opinion Id prefer
to go back to bed. Awful excitable fello, the Lieutenant.
I saw a letter on the tops desk yesterday about the meddles a fello can
get now. Theys all kinds of different ones. Somes from Congress and
somes from the Ward Apartment. Im goin to rite my congresman as soon as
I finish this letter and get a bunch of them. Of course I wouldnt wear
them till I do somethin pretty good but I figure out that itll take so
long to get em over there that it would be better to get em now and take
em over with me.
Im goin to tell the congresman to that as far as Im concerned Id like to
go to France as soon as I can. Its gettin nice and warm now for
travelin. I want to see the Champs Eliza. Thats a street in Paris that
was named after Queen Elizabeth. But thats history, Mable, I dont
suppose you understand. They tell me its even better lookin than
Broadway or Fortysecond (42nd) street.
I saw in the Sarahcuse papers that they thought the artillery was goin
there to expand. If I expand any more, Mable, Im going to bust my belt.
I dont know why it is. I dont eat nothin outside of meal hours
exceptin a few pies and the like but I get fatter and fatter. I never
think of eatin when Im not hungry like some fellos. A fello what does
that is makin a pig out of hisself I think.
[Illustration: "I DONT EAT NOTHIN OUTSIDE OF MEAL HOURS EXCEPTIN A FEW
PIES"]
Angus MacKenzie, the skotch fello, was out guardin the guns with me the
other night. He went to sleep on an aunt hill. I guess the aunts thought
he was a new mountin or somethin cause they was all standin on him the
next mornin. To look at the sunrise I says, eh Mable? Angus didnt seem
to care though. He says Napoleun had the same thing happen to him and
was always tellin how an army traveled on his stummick. Nepoleun, Mable,
is the fello that Washington licked. They named that three colored ice
cream after him.
All day long while were firin, Mable, a fello from Brigade headquarters
stands near the guns and looks through a big glass with horns on it. I
guess hes to lazy to hold it hisself so he brings out camera legs and
puts them under it. He looks through the glass and seems to see a lot of
numbers that he tells to a fello what stands beside him. I dont see
where he sees them. I looked through the glass the other day while he
was eatin lunch and I couldnt see a thing except the side of the hill.
Then he came back and looked through it and read off a string of them.
The fello beside him rites down everything he says. I looked over his
shoulder the other day. It looked more like a Jewish curse to me than
anything else.
The Lieutenant came down the other day and told us to get all shined up
cause the Sanitary inspector was comin out to look us over. I thought
hed be all dressed up in white with white tennis shoes like fancy bakers
and sanitary barber shops. He wasnt though. He just had on a regular
uniform. I didnt think he was speshully sanitary. It may have been
sunburn though. I couldnt tell from where I stood.
He had a fello with him they said was from the audience department. I
know now why they call it the audience department. All they do is come
round and watch us work. Thats a branch I didnt know about till after Id
joined this.
Well, Mable, I got to quit now and go and look at the Guard rooster to
see if I answer sick call tomorrow mornin. They say the Germans is
raisin the dickins. I wish theyd hurry up and get me over there.
yours eternally,
in haste
_Bill_.
[Illustration: "I COULDNT SEE A THING EXCEPT THE SIDE OF THE HILL"]
_Dere Mable_:
I thought Id rite you and let you know they wasnt nothing particular to
say. Theyve called off the firin for a few days till they can get some
more amunishun. If theyd only scatter a few Germans out there it wouldnt
be such an awful waste. Ive fired so much now I guess I could fire
anything. Tell your mother the first thing Im going to do when I get
home is fire the cook. Same old card, eh Mable?
Its nice and warm here now. We havnt used the Sibly stove for a week
exceptin to keep our dirty wash in. An old nigger comes round once a
week and takes it out. I cant figger that nigger out, Mable. From the
looks of the wash he brings back he thinks I only got one leg and from
the looks of the bill he hands me he thinks Im a sentapeed. Angus says
hes not all there hisself. Thats why he loses so much.
We had a boxing fight the other night. The Lieutenant says they increase
the moral. I dont think they do the non coms no good though when they
see the wallop some of the fellos in their squad has got. Joe Loomis has
been talkin so much about how he could lick the whole divishun with one
hand behind his back that we got him to go in. I put some money on him
at his advice.
I guess he made his mistake in not tyin his hand. Somebody told me he
was fast. He was. He outran the other fello all the way. Angus says they
ought to make speshul fighting rings with banked corners sos fighters
could make better time.
Joe thinks he won yet. He says if he hadnt slipped and fell out of the
ring on his elbow hed have nocked that fellos head offen his shoulders
so hard it would have hurt somebody. Im glad I borrowed the money I bet
on him. It might have been a total loss.
Im going to ask the Lieutenant to make me a bugler, Mable, sos I can
find where buglers go between meals. Nobody ever sees a bugler except at
mess and on payday. Ive asked a lot of fellos but nobody knows what
becomes of them. I wouldnt want to be a bugler all the time. Its two
much strain on a fellos face. As soon as I find out where they go Ill
transfer back as a fighter.
I went into town the other night, Mable, and went to a dinner that me
and a lot of other fellos was ast to. I sat next to a lady what didnt
seem to have much on but a lot of jewels as far as I could see. Of
course she was sittin at the table, Mable. I looked the other way all
the time I was talkin to her cause I didnt want to embarass her. I was
going to offer her my coat but I didnt see why I should take cold if she
wanted to.
[Illustration: "HE OUTRAN THE OTHER FELLO"]
We didnt talk much. Once she looked at me for a long time and then says
"You know, Mr. Smith, every time I take a hot bath I feel very guilty."
All I said was "Because youre not sharing it with somebody I suppose."
Then we didnt talk much again.
There was a lady across the table with turtle-hide eye glasses what was
collectin things for the sufferin in the Palacestein. I asked her why
she didnt put an add in the paper askin everybody to send in there old
brown derbies. Nobody got it though. I was the only one at the whole
table that a got a laugh out of it.
Angus MacKenzie, the skotch fello was there. He says he likes that kind
of a party. He is always full of get up and go from the minute he gets
there.
I never saw so many dying relatives in my life as is comin by telegram
every day. Have you got an epidermic or somethin up north, Mable? It
seems as if everybody I know had been home at least once to help his
grandmother die. None of em seem to care much for their relatives,
though, from the way they act when there startin home to watch them pass
away. I asked the Lieutenant for a furlo. He wouldnt give it to me. Got
it in for me just like the Captin did. I wish youd telegraph him that
you died quietly and couldnt I come up for the funeral "on or about" the
middle of the month.
While we was firin at the range the other day a couple of fellos rode
out by the targets lookin for shells. It was the first time wed seen
anything worth while firin at. Everybody was right on there toes. I
guess the Lieutenant didnt see em though cause he had us cease firin.
Dopy. Thats the way he is all the time. I dont see how were ever going
to learn nothin if we dont ceaze our opportunities.
I dont guess theres any use in my askin you if your havin a good time. I
dont see how you could be under the circumstances. Just make the best of
it Mable and as soon as me and the rest of the fellos can get things
straightened out Ill come back and paint the canoe again.
until then
yours faithfully
_Bill_.
[Illustration: "I SAT NEXT TO A LADY WHAT DIDNT SEEM TO HAVE MUCH ON BUT
A LOT OF JEWELS"]
_Dere Mable_:
I am bustin into societie up here at the range. This needent make no
difference between you and me though. There aint nothing stuck up about
me but my hair. Thats all right so long as its good and wet. Last Sunday
while I was takin a bath in a little town near here the minister ast me
to dinner. Not while I was in the tub, of course, Mable. Just after. He
ast Joe Loomis to. He had to really cause he was with me. Hes not a
regular minister. Hes got a lot of money and pointed shoes an is down in
the mountins for cronik azmuth. Awful highbrow, Mable. Dont know who
Ring Lardner is and changes the needle after every record.
The minister has two daughters, both girls, and a wife. One of the girls
is good looking and the other is more like youd expect. I guess shes a
pillo of the church. Joe was ast for her while I amused the good looker.
Anybody but Joe could have seen that. Not him. He kept buttin in an
makin an ass of hisself.
We was ast for dinner at hapast one. Joe thought it would be politer not
to run in an eat an run out like it was a canteen so we went a little
early. About noon. They played highbrow pieces on the phoneygraph. The
kind that has only one tune on them an cost so much that everybody has
to lissen. Joe dont know nothin about music of course. Right while K.
Russo was havin an awful time he says if theyll speed it up he like to
have a little dance.
The minit we sat down to dinner Joe started tellin one of his stories
about how he almost got killed one time. They was all waitin for him to
shut up sos the minister could say grace before the soup got all cold.
Joe thought they were listenen to him. Thats somethin that aint ever
happened to him before. He kept draggin it out and draggin it out. The
only thing that finally stopped him was that he forgot the point. Then
the minister put his nose in his soup and began sayin grace. Joe thought
he was talkin to him and kept askin "Hows that and what say" all the
time he was prayin.
I aint never goin out with that fello no more. I guess thats safe cause
he wont never be ast. All the time durin dinner he kept sayin, "My gawd
I hate to make such a hog of myself." Then the minister would look like
hed lost some money and my girl would giggle. The ministers wife passed
him some stuff she said was real old spider corn cake. Joe said he
didnt care how old it was. Since hed been in the army hed got sos he
could eat anything. Then he thought a while an says he guessed it must
have been a relief to the spiders to get rid of them. Nobody said
nothin. Just to show his poyse Joe took his fork out of his mouth and
speered four pieces of bread across the table.
[Illustration: "THE MINISTER HAS TWO DAUGHTERS--BOTH GIRLS"]
He was all for keepin the same plate through dinner and gettin up an
helpin. Said he knew what it was like to be in the kitchen on Sunday.
They forgot the coffee till dinner was over. They didn't like to waste
it I guess bein war times so the ministers wife ast us if wed like to go
into the drawin room an have it. Joe said he wasnt much at drawin but My
gawd if he sat round makin a hog of hisself any longer theyd have to
give it to him in a bed room.
They gave us coffee in egg cups. Seein I wasnt payin for it I didnt
guess it was my place to say nothin. Manners. Thats me all over, Mable.
We got talkin about one thing and another. I was tellin them about the
war and when it was goin to end. Joe was sittin on the sofa with the
other daughter pickin the sole of his shoe. I felt sorry for him cause I
knew hed be lookin at fotygraphs pretty soon if he didnt buck up.
The ministers wife asked me what I thought of wimmins sufrage. I said I
thought it was a good thing but you couldnt tell. Thats the beauty of
always keepin read up on these things. If you happen to get outside the
army for a little while and meet some inteligent people you can talk on
pretty near anything. Then she turned to Joe and ast how he felt. Joe
jumped like somebody sprung out at him an says "A little sick to my
stummick thanks but thatll be all right as soon as things set a bit."
The good lookin one said she thought our officers was awful cute. I
guess she never seen our Lieutenant. She said she just couldnt resist
them. I says, quick without thinkin it up "Of course, its against the
law to resist an officer." That got them all laffin an they forgot Joe
for a little while.
Both the daughters sang a duette. Joe says that was the best thing about
it. They got through twice as quick. We got laffin so hard that I says I
guess wed have to go sos to be in time for mess. Then Joe got awful
polite and backed over a rubber plant an says "My gawd excuse me." He
wont never be ast again.
Ive been wonderin for a long time, Mable, why the audience officers all
wear spurs. They dont ever ride a horse of course. I ast Angus
MacKenzie, the skotch fello, the other day and he says its to keep
there feet from slidin off the desk. Aint that a funny custom?
[Illustration: "THEY GAVE US COFFEE IN EGG CUPS"]
I guess were goin to begin shootin again pretty soon. The Lieutenant
says the artillery is goin to have a Brigade problem and the infantry is
comin up from camp for it. I guess well all take a lot more interest in
the shootin if theres somethin worth while to fire at.
yours in spite of better things
_Bill_.
P.S. Joe Loomis just got a letter that smelt and what do you suppose,
Mable? It was from the goodlookin daughter askin him to come over to
dinner next Sunday all alone. I guess there not as high brow as I
thought.
_Dere Mable_:
Were back from shootin at the range. We ended up by firin at the
infantry. That was what they was talkin about when they said there was
goin to be a garage fire. Thats the army all over, Mable. Tecknickle.
The firin was a total failure, Mable. We fired at the range for three
months an never hit it. That aint surprisin cause I never see nothin
except some trees in front of the guns and we always fired over those.
When they finally got wise and put some infantry out there for us to
fire at we missed them absolutely. Fired everythin in front of them.
Dont say nothin about this cause it might get into the papers and cheer
up the Kizer. Its all the Captins falt. I guess he thought he had an
Aunty Air Kraft battery. That fello comes from Far Rockaway and he lives
in the last house.
The last mornin we fired the Lieutenant says I was battery agent. It
seemed kind of silly to me to bother about sellin stuff while we was
firin but thats the Lieutenant. He got away before I could ask him what
I was to sell. I bought a lot of pop and crackers and stuff and tried to
sell em to the fellos, while they was firin. The first sargent
wouldnt let me. I told him I was battery agent but not him. That fello
wont have to wear no steel helmut when he gets to France. I ate it all
myself.
[Illustration: "THE FIRST SARGENT WOULDNT LET ME"]
If the Lieutenant is goin to keep me as battery agent now were back Im
goin to ask him if I cant rig up a little office. I wouldnt be surprised
if they had me up in Washington pretty soon. Lots of the fellos say they
ought to send me somewhere. Im ritin up to N. Y. where theres a place
where they make sofa pillos with fellos goin over the top on em and gold
rings with your girls name on em free for a dollar twenty ($1.20).
The last week on the range we lived in pup tents. A pup tent Mable is
like the roof of a dog house without the house. They call em pup tents
cause no one but a very young dog would be fool enough to sleep under
one. There made out of a couple of pieces of stuff like what you make
porus nit underclothes out of. You button em together if theres any
buttons. It dont make much difference as far as keepin the rain out is
concerned. The only thing they do to the rain is to strain it.
I guess these pup tents we got is an old issue what was wished on us by
the Japaneze army. When an ordinary sized fello lies down in one (and
thats all you can do in em) hes out doors from the nees down. The Major
came round Sunday night. I guess he made a mistake and thought it was
Saturday. Theres a rule that Majors only come round on Saturday cause
they bother the men. The Major says "I guess well blow taps an hour
early tonight cause the men is all in." An I says back right out loud
"There aint anybody goin to get all in these things, you big overgrown
boob," only he happened to be away down the street and didnt hear me. It
didnt make no difference to me though. I said it anyway. High spirited.
Thats me all over, Mable.
Angus MacKenzie, the skotch fello, says that these is skotch pup tents.
The skotch he says dont ever wear nothin below the nees. I guess Angus
aint a pure skot though cause I heard him and Joe Loomis arguin this
mornin cause Angus had swiped Joes horse blanket to wrap round his legs.
It rained for three days before we left. You could have squoze water out
of my pistol, Mable. They say a fello is two thirds water anyway. I bet
I was 99 and ninety nine 100 per cent pure, eh Mable?
Monday mornin we hiked back to camp. They got us up so early I thought
they was blowin taps. The Lieutenant was awful sore. I guess a drop
of water came through his tent somewhere during the night and lit on
him. He looks at me and says "As you were, Smith." All I says was "Ill
never be again, Lieutenant."
[Illustration: "THE ONLY THING THEY DO TO THE RAIN IS TO STRAIN IT"]
They made me a driver the last minit on the hike comin home. I guess
there breakin me in to every place sos they can let the rest of the
battery home on furlo and let me do all the work, from the looks of it.
They showed me two horses hitched to the gun and told me they was mine.
Right away I seen that the right hand horse was all hitched up and there
wasnt nobody there to ride him. So when the sargent says he was all
ready I says "No we aint. I aint goin till the fello what rides this
horse is here. Theres enough favorites being played in the battery now."