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These postcards defy classification with my other crochet postcards.
The first does not depict crochet, but the message on the reverse says: "D.S. got your nice PC (postcard) to day [sic]. I never wrote because I was wanting to finish your crochet, but I will send it on soon. with love from B-Jean", postmarked 1907.
The second is a WWI French poem. Translated (with the help of Melanie Gall), it says:
It runs, it runs, the crochet, Between the fingers of the young girls It runs, it runs, the crochet, We don't make any more trinkets (knick-knacks) We took up knitting again To make sweaters and socks We took up knitting again Even if it is a bit old-fashioned It runs, it runs, since the morning The pretty length of yarn It runs, it runs, since the morning This evening, we'll see it's end This is what divides it the most We crochet until we're out of breath This is what divides us the best We knit without raising our eyes. It runs, it runs all over there As long as we're working It runs, it runs all over there Our hearts with the soldiers Because of those facing the fire They know to put in every mesh, Because of those facing the fire They put a prayer to a good God