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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936).  Poetry: A Magazine of Verse.  1912–22.
The Censor
By John R. C. Peyton
THE CENSOR growled to see so many letters:
He lit his pipe and read them hastily.
One said: “Dear pal, you ought to see me now.
This France is some swell place, I’m telling you!
The wine is great—and oh, the women, boy!….”        5
Another said: “Dear sister, pray for me.
This is a cruel war—but God is good.
My bunkie’s gone—went West last week, poor chap…..
Dear sister, pray for me. Good-night. Good-bye.”
Another said: “Well, wife, how are you now?—        10
And how’s the boy? I dreamt about you both
Last night. Don’t worry, dear, I’ll soon be home
And now good night. These stars are kisses, dear.  *  *  *  *”
The Censor yawned. He was so tired of letters.

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