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[[preprinted]] Saturday, February 1, 1908 [[/preprinted]]
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Wednesday, I think I was at the top of my game over yonder, but tonight I played the rottenest ever. Any two year old with a baseball bat in his hand would have run me out if he'd half tried. Stritt got me five to a goose-egg, but with the vision of a "skunk" set in front of me, I won two games and went to deuce a dozen times before losing the third. But the second set was almost as bad. He trimmed me properly. I woke up in the third, and got it 7 to 5, but there was mighty little consolation in that. A rest will do me good.

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[[preprinted]] Saturday, February 2, 1908 [[/preprinted]]
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Being obviously (whatever that may mean) out of condition last night, I took a rest today, to conserve (whatever that may mean) my strength until the middle of the week, when I will wade in again and make Herr Stritt jump out of the ring. 

Got our mail this afternoon. In it was my Geburtstag offering from the kid. It was all right. Heddie also stocked me up with a fresh supply of visiting cards, with which to renew my assaults on the barriers of ^[[the]] Aden 400. I got some music from Dike that should have arrived last Christmas. Truly a profitable Sunday.