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[[preprinted]] Sunday, May 31, 1908 [[/preprinted]] Mail came in early today. Guns fired at seven o'clock. At least they told me they did. I was soundly snoring at that time. Had a letter from Mackinnon, who came over on the "Majestic" with me. He was a first class chap. Also had a brief line or two from Thompson, who was with me in my palmy days at 11 Broadway. It almost hurts me to think of that joint, even if it is 6000 miles away. That joint and old skunk Clements are the two jarring memories of my precious existence. [[end page]] [[start page]] [[preprinted]] Monday, June 1, 1908 [[/preprinted]] We do not remember doing anything today. If we did, it was a mistake. Stritt and I had a nice go tonight,- he had one point to make to win the set, but I staved him off and turned the trick myself at the end. Nothing like scrapping to the end, ^[[even]] if he seems to have you cold. More than one man has uncovered his jaw only to get the last wild swing of the other fellow going down for nine, and has had to take the count himself.