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Wednesday, May 13, 1908
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The bugaboo is around again. However, we dashed off two pages of contemporary items, another two minshan our friend Al Yahoodi [[strikeout]]and[[/strikeout]] - more work than we'd done for a long time, and then we adjourned to the Sheikh Othman beach and chased the little red globules over the dreary sands for a few miles. "Golf is a great game", as the immortal Dan, he of the funereal voice, spake in his memorable talk on the game. "Then you strike (here Dan would make a vigorous swipe at the imaginary sphere) the ball. If you find the ball the same day you hit it, (impressive pause) you win."

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Thursday, May 14, 1908
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We chased golf balls again today.  Curious thing happened to my ball, - I'd made a swipe, and was looking diligently for the ball, when something red, bobbing up and down in a crab-hole, caught my eye.  As I approached it, out rolled my golf ball, - and the crab, after generously restoring to me my own, retired with due modesty to his lair, without waiting for either thanks or pour boire. If ever I run across him again I'm going to buy him a drink, anyway.