I’ll just write a few words here; so that when
You turn these and life’s pages o’er again,
Your memory back to the time will go,
When you and I were “O” and “Jo.”[[1]]
How we worked together in ’79,
Wafting lightning over the W. U. Line
To W. M.—called “our quod,” you know—
When you and I were “O” and “Jo.”
How Lu talked by the hour to us,