The Censor

The Censor growled to see so many letters:

He lit his pipe and read them hastily.

One said: "Dear pal, you ought to see me now.

This France is some swell place, I'm telling you!

The wine is great-and oh, the women, boy! ... ."

Another said: "Dear sister, pray for me.

This is a cruel war-but God is good.

My bunkie's gone-went West last week, poor chap. . . ..

Dear sister, pray for me. Good-night. Good-bye."

Another said: "Well, wife, how are you now?-

And how's the boy? I dreamt about you both

Last night. Don't worry, dear, I'll soon be home. . . ..

And now good night. These stars are kisses, dear. * * * *"

The Censor yawned. He was so tired of letters. _