Feb 5, 1918. I am enclosing a letter from Helen Parry Eden which should be put in the autograph-letter file. A good way to keep author’s letters is to paste special envelopes for them on the inside of the covers of author’s books. Do not use the original envelopes for this purpose. But probably this plan is unsafe in a library frequented by wild babies. But at any rate try to get the stuff stowed away safely and neatly. Bob Holliday could advise you intelligently as to the proper preservation of autographed letters. It is about a week now since I heard from you, and I am eagerly awaiting to-day’s arrival of mail. I work in the place to which the mail is brought for assortment, so I get my letters without much delay--that is, delay after they reach the Regiment. The first delayed batches of mail are still arriving--I get a November letter one day, a January letter the next, a December the next. Send me by all means all the verse you write--I find I enjoy poetry more these days than I did when I made my living largely by making it and writing and talking about it. But I wish I could make it as I used to--I have not been able to write any verse at all except “_Militis Meditatio_” which I sent you. I wrote a brief prose sketch which is still in process of censuring--the censorship regulations may or may not be so interpreted as to exclude it. I think I’ll be allowed to print it, however, as it is really not a writing on military subjects, but an introspective essay written by a sort of soldier. If it gets by, it will go immediately to George H. Doran to be censored. The second package of tobacco has arrived. The package containing it was broken, but in the bottom of the mail bag I found all ten cans of tobacco. I certainly am glad to get it--after ten years this kind still seems to me to be the best tobacco in the world. I am not especially delighted with the circumstances of my work just at present. I am perfectly comfortable, have good meals and quarters and my work is not at all hard. But I want to get into more interesting and important work--perhaps it will be all fixed up by the time I write to you again. I love you. JOYCE KILMER. * * * * * February 22d, 1918. My dear Aline: