TRANSCRIBED FROM THE MALVERN TIMES JOURNAL FEBRUARY 14, 1918 P. 2
Will you give me a little space in your paper? I am a soldier boy, and I am camped at Beauregard, La., with which I am very well contented. I entered the service, Oct. 2, 1917. My home is near Donaldson, and I will say to one and all of the boys, that are to be drafted, for your benefit, the best thing when you enter, is to be prompt and obey all orders, or at least, that is the way I have found it all the way since I have been in service. We have some bad weather in the last month. It has been raining, sleeting and snowing here, and we have had some very bad sickness in this camp, but it’s not so much now.
I have a few words of poetry, I want my friends to read:
My Tuesdays are Meatless,
My Fridays are Wheatless,
I’m getting more eatless each day,
My home it is heatless,
My bed it is sheetless,
They’re all sent to the Y. M. C. A.
The barrooms are treatless,
My coffee is sweetless,
Each day I get poorer and wiser,
My stockings are feetless,
My trousers are seatless,
My gosh, but I do hate the Kaiser.
Well, hoping all my friends in old Hot Spring county will see this letter, and hoping some day to return to my home in Hot Spring county, with the world in peace. Now hoping you will print this in your paper. I will close with best wishes to your paper, and with love and best wishes to my many friends. From a soldier boy,
ROBT. K. SELPH.
NOTES: Selph is writing from Camp Beauregard, Louisiana.
TRANSCRIBED BY KAREN PITTMAN
Will you give me a little space in your paper? I am a soldier boy, and I am camped at Beauregard, La., with which I am very well contented. I entered the service, Oct. 2, 1917. My home is near Donaldson, and I will say to one and all of the boys, that are to be drafted, for your benefit, the best thing when you enter, is to be prompt and obey all orders, or at least, that is the way I have found it all the way since I have been in service. We have some bad weather in the last month. It has been raining, sleeting and snowing here, and we have had some very bad sickness in this camp, but it’s not so much now.
I have a few words of poetry, I want my friends to read:
My Tuesdays are Meatless,
My Fridays are Wheatless,
I’m getting more eatless each day,
My home it is heatless,
My bed it is sheetless,
They’re all sent to the Y. M. C. A.
The barrooms are treatless,
My coffee is sweetless,
Each day I get poorer and wiser,
My stockings are feetless,
My trousers are seatless,
My gosh, but I do hate the Kaiser.
Well, hoping all my friends in old Hot Spring county will see this letter, and hoping some day to return to my home in Hot Spring county, with the world in peace. Now hoping you will print this in your paper. I will close with best wishes to your paper, and with love and best wishes to my many friends. From a soldier boy,
ROBT. K. SELPH.
NOTES: Selph is writing from Camp Beauregard, Louisiana.
TRANSCRIBED BY KAREN PITTMAN