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[[preprinted]] [[double line]] Thursday, March 26, 1908 [[single line]] [[preprinted]] Business being booming today, and being rushed to death myself, I spent most of the day writing letters to the bunch home and reading ghost stories, with a little shopping on the side. In the afternoon Smith and I went over to Slipp's, had tea with them, and then after Bridge, dinner. We played four rubbers, Slipp and I breaking even with Smith and the Memsahib, and on the straight total of the evening we differed but four points. It was close enough to be interesting. Heigh-ho, - likewise ho-hum,- this is a hard life. [[end page]] [[start page]] [[preprinted]] [[double line]] Friday, March 27, 1908 [[single line]] [[preprinted]] More hard life today. It's wearing me down to a frazzle. I hung around downstairs and upstairs about all day long, but knocked off in time for a strenuous set or two over at the club yonder. Dr. Herr Stritt und ich hatten der Herr Reis und Monsieur Pennant wahid liebe set ge-licked. It will take a polygot brain to unravel that last utterance of ours. Are you on? Slipp Memsahib sent me over the rest of that cake today. It touched a tender chord! Ach, meine liebr Heddiechen!
Transcription Notes:
Changed "Dr. Herr Stritt" to "Der Herr Stritt" as the writer lapses into German.