﻿You’ve got him foul there for that’s what he had on the tip of his tongue… now (he scrathces his ear) “young man,” he says, “there’s a good car in that string half full of straw and if you want to go in there and rest your weary bones, I wont know a thing about it. Its going out in ten minutes,” he added happily. 
Railroad bulls are wide awake nowdays and even those Erie RR bulls in Buffalo that never have been known to crack an eye-lid (even in broad daylight) are on their toes. and are hopping around hither, thence and yonder like those blitzbugs (vigor) skill and perspicasity (Gee, I hope that last word means something about sweat). 
And the ants are as big as beer bottles with a head on ‘em size size of a door-knob. Mosquitos are coming out with a wing spread of a foot and half—to be slapped by one of them is like being slapped by a wet sail (drysails don’t slap). 
Footloose and fancy free, carp (buffaloes, not shellbecks) distain to bite even cornbread and WPA (AWOL) run ‘em down in the marshes and catch them barehanded—the poor fish not getting even “a last lunch” before hitting the frying-pan. 
I see where the allies want to borrow some pengar from us for the fight. 
Hm? Didn’t use to be that way when I was of the scrapping gender—we never used to try to make “a touch” before the scrap; we just went to it trusting that we could get courtplaster, beefsteak (for a blue-eye) or leetches from the druggist, afterwards. 
Who said anything about getting licked? 
I have nothing but an unbroken string of victories behind me… (I do not count the defeats). 
Who wants to recount defeats? 
Whereas you never tire of telling your grandchildren of all those wonderful victories you won while they stand in open-eyed astonishment.