hat song would fit in this camp like a hungry tramp
at a chicken dinner. Every farmer in the good ol' U.S.A. must have
planted nothing but beans for the last two years. We have 'em boiled
fer breakfast, baked fer dinner, and in the soup for supper. Every
time the Chaplin (not Charlie) says grace, he always "Thanks the Lord
for these tokens of his grace," and Skinny got forty-ate hours in the
booby hatch fer askin me real loud like, so everybody could hear him
to "please put some of them tokens on his plate."

[Illustration: "Dinner fer white folks, but jest 12 o'clock fer
niggers--"]

But all the same Julie I'm glad I'm here. Of course I miss you; as the
poet sez "Your brite smile haunts me still." Never will I ferget what
a beautiful picture you made the Sunday before I left when I was rowin
you round the lake in Central Park. You was settin up in the bough of
the boat trailing your lily white hand in the water, and looking up
into my eyes you gurgled in a voiced choking with love, emotion and
beer, you said, "Wouldn't it be heavenly derie, if we could go floting
down life's stream in a boat like this forever and ever"--an' me
paying 25c. an hour for the boat. Of course you didn't think of that,
did you derie.

Yours until Brooklyn wins another penant,

BARNEY.

Dere Julie:

On land again, thank God! Comin across we skidded several times and
there were occasions when it looked like there wuzn't anything like
dry land in the whole world, yet we finally landed on terra cotta,
vice versi, or whatever Lattin fraze they use for solid ground.

Believe you me, Julie, I luv a life on the ocean wave like a burlecue
soubrette luvs an alarm clock; that is I like it a lot, but not a
heluva lot. Fer four hours at a strech I leand over the side of the
ship; I wuzn't interested in the ocean or the study of fishes, only I
felt I had sumpin I must give up. Finally, after givin up everything,
even standin for some of Skinny's jokes, I managed to recover
sufficient to enjoy two meals before we got to the dock. Believe you
me, derie, you do not know how near you cum to havin to wear black,
and cashin in on my life insurance. Speaking of life insurance,
reminds me of Skinny's prayer when he turned in one night when it was
stormy. "Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep,
If the ship should sink before I wake, Uncle Sam has made a $10,000
mistake."

And speaking of turning in brings up the subject of ham