Evening Republican, Volume 21, Number 301, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 26 December 1918 — JOHN ROBINSON GOT LETTER FROM HARRY HICKMAN [ARTICLE]

JOHN ROBINSON GOT LETTER FROM HARRY HICKMAN

Weymuth, England, November 30, 1918. Dear Friend John : Received your letter yesterday,, and was glad to hear from you. I j have not been writing very much since we entered the war on account j of the censorship, for when a fellow, wrote he. could not say anything. ( But now that it is lifted I think I can , write a little. I We left the States 'last August for, Europe. Wa landed in Bantry Bay, Ireland, ten days later, took up our' base there and waited for the Ger-, mans to come out, but they never ■ came. We stayed in Ireland three months. Had a good time there with those Irishmen. Some typical. We arrived at this place last Wednesday, and will stay here for about fifteen days, then we expect to go to Brest France. We get five days leave in Paris. It is expected that we will go from there to Naples, Italy, and then—Homeward Bound! We played our season of football in Berrisland, Ireland, and say, it rained there the first two months we were there. And talk about a muddy field to play on—l cannot describe it—yod can see by this picture I am sending you of my team. We got beat/for the championship, but won our msF four games. Take a look at this fellow on the extreme right, the little fellow smiling, he’s' the fastest thing on two feet that I j ever saw on a football field. He plays right half, and the old boss himself played quarter. That’s him sitting away down in front. I still have my old right leg. I got away with one place kick, 40 yards, and believe me it is some difficult to pull on a mud field that has no bottom. The last game we played I got it. Had the good fortune to get my right ankle cracked In 1 the last quarter of the game. Put me on crutches for two weeks. It is not entirely well yet. I am also sending you a snap that was take nlast summer in Yorktown. Well, Bull, how is the old gang? I suppose it is only a memory now. Nub is still with me, a first class storekeeper, and just as small as ever. I don’t think he has gained a pound since we shipped. There is something wrong with me, too, I think. I have lost three pounds in

|the last month. I only weight 180 now, with my six feet. Say, John, how do you like married life by this time? Do you ever hear from Old S. Face Warren? I haven’t heard from him for three years and over, Where is he i Well, I have nine months to do ■now. I dQn’t know if/I\wiil do it | over again or not. I will have seen ' about all there is to be seen of this world when I finish this trip. I expect to go to London Monday on a j three days leave to look the old town over. When Nub was there he just missed seeing Fred Hamilton. Well, tell the bunch hello, and best regards to Mrs. Robinson. I will close for this time, hoping to hear from you again soon, I remain, Your friend, HARRY HICKMAN. U. S. S. Oklahoma, c|o Postmaster, New York, N. Y.