XVII
Bill on War
(February, 1917)
My Land, ’twas cold thet night I set with Bill
Around the iron stove het up red hot
An’ Bill a-stokin’ on’t with all ’is mite.
He calls the room ’is “offis;” three four cheers,
A bench, farm jurnels layin’ on a stand,
Some books on cattle-feedin’—Bill’s he’s up
Ter date on all thet stuff, tho’ he aint hed
No the’ry trainin’ in them farmin’ schools—