(And we stood it like martyr’s making no fuss),
How we used to get “snatched”—we hated that so—
When you and I signed “O” and “Jo.”
I’ll not wish you all sunshine; for life is made
Up of installments of sunlight and shade.
May you never be worse off through life, as you go,
Than when on W. M. wire we signed “O” and “Jo.”
May the hinges of our Friendship never rust.