This Is A New Release Of The Original 1919 Edition.

This Is A New Release Of The Original 1918 Edition.

This scarce antiquarian book is a selection from Kessinger Publishing's Legacy Reprint Series. Due to its age, it may contain imperfections such as marks, notations, marginalia and flawed pages. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment to protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature. Kessinger Publishing is the place to find hundreds of thousands of rare and hard-to-find books with something of interest for everyone!

1918. Read them-and live with the Rookie through all his perplexities, through all his amusements, through all his work, live with him and laugh with him-and at him! For genuine humor nothing written in recent years surpasses them. Streeter and Breck were both with the American Expeditionary force in France when this was written.

1919. From the author of Dere Mable and Love Letters of a Rookie. From the dust jacket: Here's the immortal Bill again and -still the same old Bill! He's just getting the finishing touches to his military education-his rookie days are over-and he's piling up a heap of amusement for himself (and for others!) in the last hectic days before his departure overseas. His final letters to Dere Mable from camp, and his inimitable ones from the transport, are one long laugh. There's no let-up of uproarious humor from first page to last.

This scarce antiquarian book is a selection from Kessinger Publishing's Legacy Reprint Series. Due to its age, it may contain imperfections such as marks, notations, marginalia and flawed pages. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment to protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature. Kessinger Publishing is the place to find hundreds of thousands of rare and hard-to-find books with something of interest for everyone

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: Dere Moble: Its so foggy that we cant fire at the range. I dont see what difference that makes though. I havnt seen nothin since we started but a bunch of trees in front of the guns. Im goin to rite you a letter if the top sargent dont remember that he aint put me on no detail. We leave the guns out all night. Just sos well have somethin more to guard I guess. Were supposed to take turns guarding. As far as I can make out that means me and the rest of the battery altercate every other night. I suppose they think some of the mountin ears is goin to take one of the guns and go drivin with it. Angus MacKenzie, the sketch fello, says they have to guard em sos they wont go off. That sounds kind of silly to me though, Mable. I been raisin a mustash. That is I was till yesterday when I cut it off while I was shavin and thinkin of you. I was sorry cause it was comin good. You could see it as plain as day with the naked eye. (Thats just an expreshun, Mable.) In a couple of places I could catch hold of it. They say nothin grows very good down here, "IF THE TOP SARGENT DONT REMEMBER" though, but cotton. I guess 111 wait until I get to France. The Lieutenant told us today that when we got over there wed all have to read meters. I cant see what thats got to do with artillery. That used to be Max Glucoses business though. Hes teaching me how. He thinks maybe if we study theyll make us meter spechulists. Spechulists dont have to get up so early. Angus says he thinks they put meters on the gas shells. That shows how systumatic they are. And they say there goin to give us Infield rifles. I think they got it mixed up with base ball. It seems as though when you join the artillery you join everything else at the same time. I suppose the next thing theyll do is learn us a little navi...

1919. From the author of Dere Mable and Love Letters of a Rookie. From the dust jacket: Here's the immortal Bill again and -still the same old Bill! He's just getting the finishing touches to his military education-his rookie days are over-and he's piling up a heap of amusement for himself (and for others!) in the last hectic days before his departure overseas. His final letters to Dere Mable from camp, and his inimitable ones from the transport, are one long laugh. There's no let-up of uproarious humor from first page to last.

1918. Read them-and live with the Rookie through all his perplexities, through all his amusements, through all his work, live with him and laugh with him-and at him! For genuine humor nothing written in recent years surpasses them. Streeter and Breck were both with the American Expeditionary force in France when this was written.