Love letters of Bill to Mable ; comprising Dere Mable ; "Thats me all over, Mable" ; "Same old Bill, eh Mable!"

Dedication

To a million Private Bills who have suddenly learnt to call a coat a blouse. Taking things as they find them. Vaguely understanding. Caring less. Grumbling by custom. Cheerful by nature. Ever anxious to be where they are not. Ever anxious to be somewhere else whea they get there. Without thought of sacrifice. Who have left the flag-waving to those at home. Who serve as a matter of course.

LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS Mable Frontispiece

The only place there flat is on the map" You can read em to your granchildren " You walk a post but there aint no post" I just found it in my bakin can" . .

II

Listen to those grate bums bust On the quiverin Hunnish crust Listen to the shreekin, moanin, Swearin, yellin, gruntin, groanin That comes to us across the trenches All mixed up with grusome stenches in

Biff, an from there hellish lare

The shreeks of Germans rent the air.

Bloody lims lie on the ground.

Bits of Huns go flyin round.

Bang! And through the cannons roar

Is plainly herd the splashin gore.