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[[preprinted]] Saturday, January 18, 1908 [[/preprinted]]

Went down to Bond's for a short while this afternoon, and had tea with them In the evening Smith came over to our joint to dinner.  We got chewing the rag to the point of Fletcherism in the nth degree, and by god, if we didn't sit at the table until quarter of two in the morning! We'd be sitting there yet if Smith hadn't made an [[strikethrough]] off [[/strikethrough]] effort and broken away.  From half past eight to quarter of two is what I call a nice, little after-dinner chat.  Keep your hammers to yourselves, ladies, - the exception proves the rule. 

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[[preprinted]]Sunday, January 19, 1908 [[/preprinted]]

Mail day agin [[sic]]. I was busy wallopin' the hide off a tennis ball, when Smith says "[[strikethrough]] [[?]] [[/strikethrough]] got your mail yet? I read mine before I came over." I got through as soon as circumstances and the guy on the other side of the net would allow, and then I beat it over hot-foot.

D. was over here tonight. So was C. C.& D. & G. & S. had five cocktails, and D. enlivened the dinner table and the agony-box with a gentle souse. He was slightly lit up. Oh, that a man, etc., etc. But he was the jolly sort, and that [[strikethrough]] [[?]] [[/strikethrough]] takes all the cuss off. 

Transcription Notes:
Fletcherism: chewing small amounts of food for a great while.