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[[preprinted]] [[double line]] Wednesday, February 19, 1908 [[line]] [[/preprinted]] There wasn't a thing booked for today save the mail. Smith hiked down to some club dance at the Point, but I scratched it. No dances in mine. Peggy and I used to trip the light fantastic distal phalanges in the old days, and Martha and I used to skim over the waxĂȘd floor with abandon and more or less grace, but them is days of the golden past. I'm getting too bloody dignified to dance. Besides, I can't. [[end page]] [[start page]] [[preprinted]] [[double line]] Thursday, February 20, 1908 [[line]] [[/preprinted]] I really felt like working today - h. to g. I did. I got downstairs and I had to come up again, just because I didn't have a damned thing to do. My herculean efforts of the past fortnight have left me minus a damned thing to sell. I wish I hadn't been so hasty now. Anyway, I went over to Bunnie's to try him on another mark, and I got an offer. That lets me out for today.