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[[preprinted]] Sunday, February 23, 1908 [[/preprinted]]

We're getting the mail in decent season these days. No more Monday mornings, thank the lord. Last time we got the Bombay mail the same day the tub hove in sight. We can scratch that. That's too much of a good thing.
 
I don't know as you can imagine an English edition of Yum, but Sheddick of the ETC. is certainly that man. Same manner of talking, walking, and doing things in general, and his resemblance to Yum's classic mug is striking. I wonder how old Yum is? I'd like to hear one of his inimitable yarns from those voluble lips. Yum certainly had the gift of gab. At all times. 

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[[preprinted]] Monday, February 24, 1908 [[/preprinted]]

Well, I'm glad I'm going to have something to do, for a little while, at least. NY. say they've shipped me 400 bales, - 300 are sold, but anyway I can chase around trying to dump the other 100 on some one. 

Stritt came over to the house with me today, after tennis, and poured out his heart to the three of us in a flow of the swiftest Dutch I ever heard. They say the French excel in the rapid sub-maxillary, but I think Stritt could hold 'em the entire distance.

He's too good a chap for that "Abe Stein crowd."