TRANSCRIBED FROM THE JONESBORO WEEKLY SUN NOVEMBER 6, 1918 P. 3
Sunday, Aug. 11, 1918,
France.
Dear Tangle:
At last I received that long looked for letter and old boy you can’t imagine how very glad I was to get it either. Darned if it don’t look as if all your old time friends have gone back on you. If you are in the service, I have only received three letters in all from my friends at home. Now what do you think of that? A couple from Sal, one from Herbert Crunk and one from Ed Canada. Do you think that is right? I wouldn’t care if it was in the States, but “over here” if a fellow doesn’t hear from his friends he is an S. O. L., and believe me it very lonesome too, and if you can’t talk French, you might as well talk to a telephone post as try to talk to these yaps, and here’s one guy that don’t savvy this lingo and never expect to learn. All I care is to know how to talk the good old stuff. Well, old boy there isn’t much news around a place like this. Of course, if I was allowed I could tell you a good many things, but as I don’t want to get in bad with my friend the “censor” I will have to postpone that until later. You see I don’t want him to step on my neck. We have a new mess hall here now and much cleaner than the old one which I think must have been built right after George Washington was born. We always have an entertainment on Friday night and this coming Friday we are going to have a battle for the champ of France, in a 20-round bout, also singing, dancing and everything that goes with it. So you are eating “corn bread” three times a day, eh? Atter boy I will have to knock off now and drop my sis a few lines. Say, Tang, do you remembmer when we used to go to Big Creek and land the whales? Oh boy, they were the happy days, and do you remember I told you about Sal and I going to “Brinkley” and stopping at the “Hotel De Jin,” a table de la hole $5.00. Oh justs for those days again. Must close for now. Give all the fellows my regards and tell ‘em to drop me a line.
As ever.
B. KILE.
NOTES:
TRANSCRIBED BY CAROLYN YANCEY KENT.
Sunday, Aug. 11, 1918,
France.
Dear Tangle:
At last I received that long looked for letter and old boy you can’t imagine how very glad I was to get it either. Darned if it don’t look as if all your old time friends have gone back on you. If you are in the service, I have only received three letters in all from my friends at home. Now what do you think of that? A couple from Sal, one from Herbert Crunk and one from Ed Canada. Do you think that is right? I wouldn’t care if it was in the States, but “over here” if a fellow doesn’t hear from his friends he is an S. O. L., and believe me it very lonesome too, and if you can’t talk French, you might as well talk to a telephone post as try to talk to these yaps, and here’s one guy that don’t savvy this lingo and never expect to learn. All I care is to know how to talk the good old stuff. Well, old boy there isn’t much news around a place like this. Of course, if I was allowed I could tell you a good many things, but as I don’t want to get in bad with my friend the “censor” I will have to postpone that until later. You see I don’t want him to step on my neck. We have a new mess hall here now and much cleaner than the old one which I think must have been built right after George Washington was born. We always have an entertainment on Friday night and this coming Friday we are going to have a battle for the champ of France, in a 20-round bout, also singing, dancing and everything that goes with it. So you are eating “corn bread” three times a day, eh? Atter boy I will have to knock off now and drop my sis a few lines. Say, Tang, do you remembmer when we used to go to Big Creek and land the whales? Oh boy, they were the happy days, and do you remember I told you about Sal and I going to “Brinkley” and stopping at the “Hotel De Jin,” a table de la hole $5.00. Oh justs for those days again. Must close for now. Give all the fellows my regards and tell ‘em to drop me a line.
As ever.
B. KILE.
NOTES:
TRANSCRIBED BY CAROLYN YANCEY KENT.