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[[preprinted]] [[double line]] Monday, May 11, 1908 [[line]] [[/preprinted]] You can string me up and shoot the buttons off my coat if I did a bloomin' thing today. By gum, this is nothing but a grand sweet loaf from sunrise to sunset. I wish business would buck up, though, I do. It must be fun shelling out expenses in New York nowadays. I got in one good lick while I had the chance, in February,- too bad it couldn't be kept up. However, it was enough to run us for a while. It's two o'clock, and I have a good fat sleep staring me in the face until tennis. [[end page]] [[start page]] [[preprinted]] [[double line]] Tuesday, May 12, 1908 [[line]] [[/preprinted]] Did you ever Reade "The Cloister and the Hearth"? By gum, but it's a mighty interesting story, and one of the most pitiful I ever read, as well. It is written in a good cause. "Rats!" says the pope. Another spell of cool weather. May so far hasn't been nearly as bad as I anticipated. I'm beginning to believe that, in common with the other slanders I have heard on this sparkling and matchless gem among burgs, the knockers knock for knocking's sake only. Aden is fairer than it is painted.