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[[preprinted]] Saturday, February 29, 1908 [[/preprinted]]

Took a much needed rest today. Went to bed about nine last night, got up about nine this morning, and this afternoon I had the peachiest little nap they make. And if I'm up after gunfire tonight, "write me down an ass."

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but all he would do would be to "consider." Knowing how long that would be, as he'd held his ivory four months waiting for us to bid, I beat it with a breaking heart.

Bunny thought I was bluffing, but I sold the hundred bales this afternoon, all right.

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[[preprinted]] Sunday, March 1, 1908 [[/preprinted]]

Nothing really enlivening happened this morning except that I sold some 300 Al Askari. The figures are climbing!

In the evening we rolled down to the Tarry-walla's, and didn't have a worse time at all. After dinner, dining which Sheddick insidiously but inefficaciously endeavored to intoxicate us, the bunch adjourned to the Agony Dept. where Doleshal beat the box until he had blisters on his hands, and on my substituting, until I damnear broke my two thumbs trying to make myself heard. That was a shine piano. Smith was slightly lit up. He confided that to Wilson & myself.