'Life is real, life is earnest'-- how that line comes back to me with new force!" A succeeding letter from a base hospital somewhere in France spelled in full certain words that had never before polluted Winona's pen.

Brazenly she abandoned the seemly reticence of dashes.
"Damn all the war!" she wrote; and again: "War is surely more hellish than hell could be!" "Mercy! Can the child be using such words in actual talk ?", demanded Mrs.Penniman of the judge, to whom she read the letter.
"More'n likely," declared the judge.

"War makes 'em forget their home training.

Wouldn't surprise me if she went from bad to worse.

It's just a life of profligacy she's leadin'-- you can't tell me." "Nonsense!" snapped the mother.
"'And whom do you think I had a nice little visit with two days ago?
He was on his way up to the front again, and it was our Wilbur.