WEAVER, Guy "Eschol"

-- Letter from Eschol Weaver -- Eschol Weaver writes from France to Mr. and Mrs. Sam Demaree -- Dear Ruth, Sam and Baby: How are all you this beautiful morning? Hope you are all well and enjoying life for I am sure I never felt better in my life and that's saying quite a bit, isn't it? Received your most welcome letter last Friday. Had begun to think you had forgotten me. But you didn't I see. Well, I suppose you are farming bit by this time. Hope everything is nice. The crops are fine here. I am glad to hear Sam's calves are doing so nice for if they didn't he would be out of luck for I have tried it myself, see? Well, the boys are playing some of those old lonesome love songs and I can hardly write, so just look over all mistakes. Am glad to hear you had such good luck with your hogs this spring. Will try to be back there to help you eat some of those chickens. But Ruth, I am real mad because you didn't name that boy "Fuzzy." He won't amount to anything I am afraid. I am sorry to hear of your father's and mother's sickness. Hope your mother is better by now. You must take care of her, Ruth for you don't know what your mother is to you until you get away and can't see her just when you want to. Pardon me for giving you a lecture but I know what I am talking about. See? I think I will fall in love with one of these little girls ove rhere for I think they are nice. They do all the work over here and they wear wooden shoes and say, they look real nifty. One nice thing they can't slip up on you and take advantage of you and the greatest thing I have to do is to talk to them. I can't talk very good French yet, but one learns a little slowly. Well, I don't know how the boys, Carl and Lige, are for I haven't seen or heard from them since the middle of March. Yes, I did hear from Lige once but not for some time. He closes his letter; "Write lots of big long letters, please." In this he expresses the common feeling of all the boys "over there."