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Friday, March 20, 1908
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Gessner sprung it on me today that he's off to Hodeidah shortly for six months.  He seemed to like the idea, too. From what I've heard of the joint it's about the last place I'd care to visit. No Turks in mine. I hope for his sake it's better than they make it out to be, - it may be maligned like Aden is. I got a few hot shots about Aden on the way out, but I started in to like the place from the beginning, and I'm pretty well accustomed to the place now, and satisfied, to boot. There are lots worse places than this. Gee, but it's a hard life. 

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Saturday, March 21, 1908 
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We're still working hard. Yesterday I had two ten minute chats with some prospective brown customers, but nothing tangible developed.  Today I busied myself killing time and tennis balls, and I certainly did persweat.

Business has sorter slowed down, but I can't rush it too much now. Along about the first of the month, though, I'll be at it again, and I think I'll swing, five hundred more.  Despite my friend Bunny.