Which fell as silken, golden portals, draped
Before her bosom fair.
She whispered in my ear, “Sweetheart, be brave,
We’ll back you up in all you do and dare.”
Then bending o’er, she pressed her lips to mine ...
I woke—she was not there.
Frank C. McCarthy, Sgt., A.S.
DAD’S LETTERS
My dad ain’t just the letter writin’ kind—
He’d rather let the women see to that;