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[[preprinted]] [[double line]] Saturday, April 25, 1908 [[line]] [[/preprinted]] Mrs. Slipp gave a very exciting tea by the Sheikh Othman beach today, [[strikeout]]and[[/strikeout]] varied by donkey rides, duck on the rock, and rounders. Someone says rounders is sawa sawa our national game. Next time I'll being along a microscope and an arc light, - if there [[strikeout]] [[?]] [[/strikeout]] is any resemblance between the two it can't be discerned by the naked eye and in ordinary daylight. In the evening we adjourned to the S. bungalow for dinner. The Grace man was there again. I always prepare myself for the worst whenever he butts into the focus. He's nasty good. [[end page]] [[start page]] [[double line]] [[preprinted]] Sunday, April 26, 1908 [[/preprinted]] [[line]] I drew a good mail today, with some more pictures of 663, - nothing else doing, so far as I can remember. Come to think of it, now that I prod me rusty memory, Blount and Brenchley, the Heavenly Twins, were up here to rush us for dinner. I've quit spieling Bridge with Ike. He's the last camel. If ever there was a shine he's the feller. The woim has toined.