'Hello, soldier!'

The paper famine leaving me no option but to print on peculiar paper, not wholly prohibitive or to defer the publication of my verses for an unknown period, the natural longing...

Then people talked of Joey as the dearest friend they had; They were chummy with his uncles, or ac- quainted with his dad. Joe goes to France, and presently he figure as the bes...

After hanging out a winter in this Cimmerian hole We're forgetting sheets, and baths, and tidy skins. In the dark and deadly calm last night they took us on patrol. Seven, littl...

The flitting bullets flow and flock; They twitter as they pass; They're picking at the solid rock, They're rooting in the grass. A tiny ballet swiftly throws Its gossamer of rus...