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The censor job is a hateful one. About one letter in five is interesting enough to follow closely and the monotony is extreme; furthermore it goes against the grain to feel as if we were prying into anothers' private affairs. The weather, being the chief topic of space wasting is used to discreditable limits - for what care those who receive the missives time after time during the course of the second month following telling of this ^[[wet or]] dry topic. Sweethearts are numerous in this world to judge by the number appealed to in a single day's mail from the squadrons. Some men are worried about their deceiving friends' trust of their monies "back there", and sheet after sheet, repeating the same idea appears for their admonition. Some boys get poetical, a lot make crude jokes, and, to insure a laugh add "HaHa!" after their effort. The literature men who spell the personal pronoun as "i" cast ink into the realm of authorship  and quote chapters from the best sellers (they are all reading the ^[["A.L.A."]] books) and [[strikethrough]]??[[/strikethrough]] ^[[refer]] to "Cabbages and Kings" as written by a fellow named O'Henry. The pious fill pages with every second line a blessing of some sort and far be it from me to poke a remark at this characteristic for I verily [[strikethrough]]??  [[/strikethrough]]^[[know]] they feel what they write.

Censorship as applied to the reading of innumerable doughboy's letters is like eating two lbs. of chocolate creams at one sitting.

Transcription Notes:
A.L.A. = American Library Association