Well Al the reporter that asked me to write up the verses ain’t been around since and probably he has went up to the front or somewheres and I am glad of it and I hope he forgets all about it because in the first place I am not one of the kind that is crazy to get in the papers and besides I am to busy to be monking with stuff like that. Yes they keep us on the jump all the wile and we are pretty well wore out when night comes around but a man wouldn’t mind it if we was learning something but the way it is now its like as if we had graduated from college and then they sent us to kindegarden and outside of maybe a few skulls the whole regt. is ready right now to get up there in the trenches and show them something and I only wished we was going tomorrow but I guess some of the boys would like it to never go up there but would rather stay here in this burg and think they was haveing a good time kidding with the French gals and etc. but that’s no business for a married man and even if I didn’t have no family the French gals I seen so far wouldn’t half to shew me away and I been hearing all my life what swell dressers they was but a scout for the Follys wouldn’t waist no time in this burg.
But I’m sick in tired of the same thing day in and day out and here we been in France 2 wks. and all we done is a little riffle practice and stuff we had back home and get soping wet every day and no mail and I wouldn’t wonder if Florrie and little Al had forgot all about me and if Secty. Daniels wired them that Jack Keefe had been killed they would say who and the hell is he.
So all and all they can’t send us up to the front to quick and it seems like a shame that men like I should be held back just because they’s a few birds in the regt. that can’t put on a gas mask yet without triping themself up.
Somewheres in France, Feb. 13.
Friend Al: Well Al wait till you hear this and I bet you will pop your eyes out. I guess I all ready told you about Miss Moselle the little lady over to the Red X canteen. Well I was over there the day before yesterday and she wasn’t around nowheres and I was glad of it because I didn’t want to see her and just dropped in there to get something to eat and today I was in there again and this time she was there and she smiled when she seen me and come up and begin talking and she asked me how I liked it and I said I would like it a whole lot better if we was in the fighting and she asked me if I didn’t like this town and I said well no I wasn’t nuts about it and she said she didn’t think I was very complementary so then I seen she wanted to get personal.
Well Al she knows I am a married man because Carson just as good as told her so I didn’t see no harm in kidding her along a wile so I give her a smile and said well you know the whole town ain’t like you and she blushed up and says “Well I didn’t expect nothing like that from a great baseball pitcher” so you see Al she had been makeing inquirys about me. So I said “Well they was only one pitcher I ever heard of that couldn’t talk and that was Dummy Taylor but at that they’s a whole lot of them that if they couldn’t say my arm’s sore they might as well be tongue tied.” But I told her I wasn’t one of those kind and I guest when it came to talking I could give as good as I sent and she asked me was I a college man and I kidded her along and said yes I went to Harvard and she said what year so I told her I was there 2 different yrs. and we talked along about this in that and I happened to have them verses in my pocket that I wrote up and they dropped out when I was after my pocket book and she acted like she wanted to know what the writeing was so I showed them to her.
Well Al I wished you could of seen how supprised she was when she read them and she says “So you are a poet.” So I said “Yes I am a poet and don’t know it” so that made her
