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Thursday June 4, 1908
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I finally got that fellow off to Mombasa on today's boat.  It was somewhat in doubt up to half an hour after she was signalled, but off he went, al humdillallah

Mr. S- entertained a lady at tiffin today. The devil! He's gettin' frisky in his old age for sure.  I had to sneak over to Doleshals and tell the boy to send a shirt & collar over after me, for fear she'd [[strikeout]] [[unreadable]] [[/striketout]] stroll out on the veranda and catch me with my trousers down. It would have been annoying.

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Friday, June 5, 1908
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Went down to the "Garrison Theatre" tonight to see the troupe. One pianist, one soprany, and a would-be comedian.  The pianist opened the mill with a £750 violin. We have our doubts. We think if that was any £750 fiddle, he'd have pawned it long ago for a square meal. We never yet saw one of these musical geniuses who looked as though he got enough to eat. ^[[After he'd wrecked the piano,]] The Australian Nightingale uncorked her pipes and did her worst.  Her face hurt her.  Then the funny fellow.  Some of his attempts at humor were pitiful. At the Old Howard, where theres always somethin' doin'[[strikethrough]]g[[/strikethrough]] from 1 to 11 p.m. he'd have got the hook in the first round. 

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