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[[pre-printed]] Monday, November 18, 1907 [[pre-printed]]
By gum, the nights are getting cool here. I was damglad I had on a flannel suit when Smith and I drove down to the Point tonight. Smith had on a cashmere, and said he could use a blanket right handy. We bummed around Cowasjee's, - I was looking for a mop, a hat band, and a decent walking-stick, but the Fates were unkind. We tried Pallonjee, but he was minus also. Smith made up for me by laying in a stock of tableware for use in his new mansion, and Pallonjee set up the Black and White for basksheesh. Smith owed me one, anyway.

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[[pre-printed]] Tuesday, November 19, 1907 [[pre-printed]]
I went over to Slipp's yesterday morning, and stole his pup. I've named him Wilson. That's all. Bill for short.
I'm butting into Aden sassiety with a sickening thud. Today I paid my dinner call of last Tuesday, and tonight I dined with the Bank-wallah and the missus. Uncle Dwight's old boy Abdul butlered. I think Uncle Dwight would like to hang around Aden for a while, - I bet we'd have a good time together. I've got his old room in the house here, - Joyce Jones was born in this room. I am in the midst of historical scenes.