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Sunday, April 19, 1908
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Not one Easter lily or bunch of violets did I get this morning.  Well, I'll be damned! Perhaps I was asleep when the man came around to deliver them, - I did snore right up to ten o'clock.  Then I turned in again after tiffin and if Schirmer hadn't roused me up at quarter past five to play tennis, I'd be sleeping yet.

I had some of Meneliks people in the office yesterday and unloaded fifteen bales.  It wasn't much, but every little bit helps in these hard times.  I got a job just in time in America, it seems. 

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Monday, April 20, 1908 
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All we did today was to enjoy the weather between naps.  In the evening we had a session over at the Tennis Club, and I am crawling into my bunk at one a.m. which will necessitate my remaining in bed until at least ten tomorrow morning. Mafish kof.  We're not working for Clements nowadays.

Come to think of it, Blunt and I went down to Bond's for dinner tonight.  The Slipps were there, so the entire American colony was on deck.  Six is a goodly number for these towns out this way.  Between Cairo and Bombay I guess we've got 'em all skun.