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[[preprinted]]Monday, February 17, 1908 [[/preprinted]]

Damme if I didn't get an announcement of Hermann Sturm's marriage today.  It sure does beat hell.  He's been united in the bonds of holy matrimony since the first week in January.  I always said nothing good would ever come of that feller. 

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and landed at the ET Co. about nine. There we got a gharri, and finally got back here at about eleven.  Had a good souse and then I got outside of as fine and large a tiffin as I ever ate. This tramping is better than a cocktail as an appetizer.

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[[preprinted]]Tuesday, February 18, 1908 [[/preprinted]]

I woke up at about two a.m. - "after midnight" this morning, with an unearthly screech ringing in my ears.  There was one of those damned Aden cats standing in the doorway.  If I'd had a gun, I'd have put an end to his ^[[base]] amours, all right, right then and there. I reached out my hand to sling my pillow at him, but he folded his tents like Longfellow said these guys around here do, and as silently stole away.  Honest to god, I never saw a silent Arab.

Longy must have been hitten' that pipe again.