Show A I 1 IGHT IG H T I 1 arf R DEAD u by walt mason u u u tir ir U tr u u eight light airman lately have been slain while rushing mall mail across the waste to me such labors seem in vain oh why this everlasting haste eight men are dead and in their graves young chaps cut oft off before their prime since some official sap head raves that mails malls must go in record time the letters that the air men took when stricken out of life by fate would have been just as good it they had been a fortnight late the most of them were doubtless duns announcing retribution sore unless indebted sons of guns coughed up at john sons son s gold brick store A lot of price lists and the like composed the dead men s treasured mail a comic strip of pete and mike and blue sky promises of kale I 1 have a large and haunting hunch that makes one tact fact exceeding clear there was no letter in the bunch that could not wait at least a year eight men are dead and gone to waste their brave hearts stilled tor for evermore because of this indecent haste that ills fills the world with fur and gore the old time methods were the stuff and all this maudlin haste Is 1 bum our letters travel fast enough they always jolt us when they come |