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Show j Miscellanv j Mrs. Malone and the Censor. When Mrs. Malone got a letter from Pat, She started to read It aloud in her flat. "Dear Mary," it started, "I can't tell you much, I'm somewhere in France and I'm fighting th DutcJi; I'm chokin' wld news that I'd like to relate. re-late. But it's little a soldier's permitted t' state. Do ye- mind Red McPhee well, he fell In a ditch An' busted an arm, but I can't tell ye which. "An' Paddy O'Hara was caught in a fin me An' rescued by Faith, I can't tell ye his name. Last night I woke up wid a terrible pain, I thought for a while it would drive me insane; Oh, the suff'rin' I had was the most dreadful l' bear; I'm sorry, my dear, but I can't tell you where. The doctor he gave me a pill, but I find It's contrary to rules t' disclose her the kind. "I've been t the dlntist an' had a tooth out, I'm eorry to leave you bo shrotided In doubt, But the best I can say is that one tooth is gone. The censor won't let me Inform ye which one. I met a young fellow who knows ye right well. . I An' ye know him, too, but his name I : can't tell. I He's Irish, red -headed, an' there with I the blarney, His folks once knew your folks back I home In Klllarney." "By gorry,' said Mrs. MaJone In her flat. "It's hard to make sinse out av wrltln' like that. But I'll give him as good as he sends, that I wUl." So she went right to work with her Inkwell Ink-well and quill, ' And she wrote: "I suppose ye' re dead eager for news. You know when ye left we were buyln the shoes; Well, the baby has come, an' we're both doln' well; It's a Oh, but that's something they won't let me tell." B. J. Powles in Seattle Post-Intelligencer. |