P.S. Keep offen indoor sports, fur none of "em has got sense enuff to know when to go home.
[Ill.u.s.tration: Skinny wouldn"t giv 25 cts. to see the Statue of Liberty do th" hoo-cha-ma-coochy]
Dere Julie,
We have caught up with the Spanish influenzy--not influence! as there ain"t no sich thing in the world as Spanish influence. The disease is not confined to Spanish people. It hit Skinny and he speaks Spanish with an Irish accent, and has never been nearer Madrid than a Spanish omelet made in Hoboken.
You"re nose gets as red as a rear light on an automobile or the beak of a Park Row panhandler. Your knees knock together like a man who sees a collector for an installment house. The only things it don"t attack is your corns. They should rename it mucilage flu because it certainly is a sticker; you have as much pep as an Ingersol watch with the main spring on a two weeks vacation; but cheer up derie, there ain"t goin to be any job fer any undertaker. No foreman fur a funeral is gonna say "All those desirin to kiss the corpse, will please pa.s.s up this aisle and go down the other." Not for a while I hope; which reminds me of that time you and me went to the revival meetin in Carnarsie. Remember that Julie? You know the time the undertaker put a century note in the plate, and the ol" sky pilot not knowing who it wuz prayed that "the business of the giver would increase an hundred fold."
Skinny went into store today to buy a birthday present for his "Jane"
in the U.S. Steppin blithely up to a fresh sales girl he said "I wanna get something for a gift to a lady." "Your wife sir?" sed she.
Skinny thought it would be safer to pose as a married man, so he said "Yes"m." "Bargain counter to the right, sir," and she went on wra.s.slin with her Wrigleys; she was so busy with it, she wasted no more time than a blue gum c.o.o.n pa.s.sing a grave yard at midnight, with no rabbits foot in his pocket. The sales ladies in this emporium are always in high speed, with the throttle wide open when it comes to chatter; at another counter I asked the young lady to show me the thinnest thing in underwear. Flashing a 40 below zero look she lisped, "I"m very sorry sir, but she"s just gone out to lunch."
Yours until the Eskimos wear Palm Beach suits,
BARNEY.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "Somethin fer my wife" says he. "Bargain counter next isle" says she]
Dere Julie:
We drilled today for the first time since we landed in this land of smoke and fog. I"d enjoy these drills, in fact so would all the boys, if it wasn"t fer Skinny. The only one that"s in step is him. He knows as much of the commands as a Bowery b.u.m knows about publishing a Chinese newspaper.
Today we saw a German prisoner for the first time. He looked nearly human. Written on his belt was "Gott mit Uns," an English soldier who saw it said, "But I say Ol top _We have the Americans with us_." So you see they"re wise to us already.
Believe you me derie, if this war lasts six months longer, Gen.
Pershing and his boys will make German the court language in the lower regions.
Skinny spent last night in the guard house. In trying to get back in camp after taps he runs plum into a sentry who said "Halt, who goes there?" and Skinny told him "Oh never mind, I only have been here a week and you wouldn"t know me ennyhow." He told me today that he didn"t wanna be a kernel as there wuzn"t much chance fer advancement.
I think I told you Julie in one of my letters how stingy this bird Skinny is. Last week we got a three day ferlow and beat it up to the big burg to see the sites. Goin into one of the big hotels, I said to the clerk "What are your rates?" "Five shillings up to 10," he said.
Skinny called me to one side an" whispered "Ask him how much it will be up to half-past eight."
Well, derie, we hear we"re soon goin on to France, and then fare-thee-well loafin. We be busier than a paralized man with the cooties. The only thing that"s lible to bother me is the language. I don"t know whether I can speak it or not, I never tried it.
Yours until they have ham at a Jewish wedding,
BARNEY.
Dere Julie:
Skinny and me has at last burgled our way into society. You know derie, that what I know about the highbrow stuff would fill a book, and what Skinny don"t know would fill a library.
Believe you me derie, you needn"t get jelous for I would just as soon get chummy with a flivver as I would with this bunch of "Janes"
who put us on exhibition, for that was exactly what we wuz in their eyes--freeks on exhibition.
It happened like this: Lady Blue Jeans Shoddy or some name like that was givin an afternoon funkshun (I"m quotin from the invite so I can"
tell you what it means derie) fer charity and a lot of our company was invited to come, admission free--tickets fifty cents. Anyhow it was a lecture by Lord Somebody for the benefit of Lord knows what; the nearest I could make out it was a spiel on "Do married men make the best husbands." I"d like to tell you how I enjoyed the talk--but I don"t use that kind of language; anyhow I"ll lay a small peece of change that this bird knew less about what he was trying to talk about than you could drive into a turkey gobbler with a peggin" awl. I give in tho, that he was a brave cuss; anybody who stood up and shot "bull"
like he did for two solid hours, must have been brave. Everytime I looked at him I thought of that ol saw "Faint heart never kissed the chamber maid." When he finished everyone in the audience was "out"
exceptin an ol maid who was trying to send him a love message by eye wireless.
After his batteries went dead on him we was invited to eat. It wuz the first time I ever eat out in company with Skinny, and believe you me, Julie, it"ll be the last time while I am conscious. I"m not going to try to tell you of all his breeches of etiket "twould take too long, but he pulled one that was a beaut. He kept mixing honey with his peas; I kep kicking him under the table, and finally I got a chanct to whisper "What in h---- was he doin that for?" He whispers back "How am I gonna make "em stay on my knife if I dont mix "em with sumpin."
Yours until country bording houses quit using canned vegtabils.
BARNEY.
Dere Julie:--
When the Kaiser is canned and I get back to the ol" job, eatin my 3 a day, and holdin your hand in the movies at nite, I"m gonna try fer the vaudeville. We have formed a quartet in our company, and we must be pretty good fer up to the present n.o.body has fired anything at us but remarks. Skinny tried to git in by telling us his voice was trained; the top sarge sed he guessed it was trained all-rite, all-rite, but he must of trained it selling strawberries. We have a little Yiddish feller in it too, You know, Julie, the one who slips me his bacon every mornin; when he ain"t soldierin, he runs a little gents furnishin store on 8th Avenoo; he"s some warbler too, but persists in allus wantin to sing "Keep the home fires Burnin." Well Julie, if he has ten thou. insurance on that joint of his, as he sez he has, no wonder he wants to "keep the home fires burnin." He"s all business this little Jewish guy. Skinny sez if he was shiprecked on a deserted eyeland he would get up the next morning and try to sell a map of the eyeland to the natives. He"s a good business feller too. He rote a song once, fer a big vaudeville actor, and the actor wrote Izzy to send it along and if it was good he would send a check. Izzy wired back to send the check, if it was good, he"d send the song.
Well Julie, I"d like to see your little blonde bean just about now.
Believe you me, Julie, me for the blondes every time. Skinny says that brunettes is the most popular; well maybe he"s right; ennyhow his girl has been both, so I suppose he knows. I don"t know whether you ever saw this "dame" of Skinny"s or not Julie. She lives on the upper east side of New York and ways about 275 plus in her bathin suit; believe you me, she ought to marry a traffic cop as he"s the only guy I know of that can handle a crowd. I"ll bet 10 cents against Bryan"s chance of being Pres. Skinny can wear one of her stockins for a sweater. If she ever wore a striped waist she"d look like the awning over a greek candy store, she never knows when she needs a shine, fer, like Bill the Twospot, she can"t see de feat.
Believe you me, angel face she looks like a model fer a tent.
When Her and Skinny walks along Broadway the newsies yell, "Hully Gee! Here goes the claronet and the ba.s.s drum, where"s the rest of the band?" I"m tellin Skinny I can"t see anything attractive about her, and he says "I know you can"t see anything but she"s got it in the bank all-rite, all-rite."
Speaking about this William Jennins Bryan, I"m readin in the papers about a bull chasin him half way across a field. Imagine Julie, a bull doin that to Theo. Rusevelt, it wouldn"t go ten feet before Theo would turn round, grab it by the tale and throw it. When it comes to throwin the bull Theo. has any Spainnard or Mex lashed to the mast howling for mercy.
Yours until Eva Tanguay quits singin "I don"t care."
BARNEY.
P.S. Tell your ol" man not to lose any sleep over the four bits I owe him on that last peaknuckle game, for if anything happens to me here you can give it to him out of the l.i. policy.
NOWHERE IN FRANCE.
Dere Julie:
At last we are in the land made famous by Joan of Ark, and notorious by N. Bonaparty. The little burg we are billeted in is about as big as a pound of choclates after a Yale-Harvard football game. It"s so small you can stand on the corner of Rue de Main and spit into the country.
It looks like the ornament on a birthday cake or a picture post office card.
We have been hear about 1 week, and would have written sooner but for the second time in the life of yours truly, I am recovering from "Mal dee Mear" (the name is bad enuff, but the disease is worse) Third Cla.s.s pa.s.sengers call it sea-sickness, but if you have a first cla.s.s cabin, you are supposed to call it mal dee mear.