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[[preprinted]] [[double line]] Wednesday, April 1, 1908 [[line]] [[/preprinted]] She came in early today, noon. So [[crossout]] we hustled around and writ amazing swift. Mafish khaber. I'm getting rottener every day at tennis. I'm going to lay off a month and then learn all over again. We had a session at the club tonight. As usual everything that I got before dinner I dropped afterwards, I never knew it to fail. I fooled Ike and Naish this morning, all right. Naish came back at Smith and me, but we let it rest until after midnight. Stung again. [[end page]] [[start page]] [[preprinted]] [[double line]] Thursday, April 2, 1908 [[line]] [[/preprinted]] Nothing on the slate again today. I did go over to pass the time of day with Selim, I believe. We're beginning to run into the long dry spell. Some of the days have been rather hami, and I guess by the end of the month we'll all be in hell. That's what they say the place is, anyway, - don't look so damned shocked. If we could only walk around with a yard of buz around our shapes the way these niggers do, we might keep cool, too.