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Show LOOKING FORWARD He was a strikingly handsome figure fig-ure in his uniform as he started out upon his round of farewell calls. "And you'll think of me every single sin-gle minute when you're in those stupid old trenches?" questioned the sweet young thing upon whom he first called. He nodded emphatically. "Every minute." "And you'll kiss my picture every night?" "Twice a night," he vowed, rashly, patting the pretty head on his shoulder. shoul-der. "And write me long, long letters?" she insisted. "Every spare minute I have," he reassured re-assured her, and hurried away to the next name on his list. Theie were ten in all who received his promises. |