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Wednesday, June 10, 1908
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It was warm work on the tennis court tonight.  I played four sets, and at the end could hardly swing my bat. I was ausgespielt for fair, and looked more like a 5'6" drop of persperation than anything else.  But exercise is the only think out here. 

Mail again today, - I got together a page of idle chatter and rushed it to the box.  With nothing done and nothing to do I couldn't do anything else.

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Thursday, June 11, 1908
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Called at Blond's this afternoon, and he sprung his walking papers on me.  He goes to Karachi first of the month and gets in salary and allowance approximately an 800 plunk raise. Mrs. B. wept all the morning, and looked it, at the thought of going further away from the States, and B. carelessly thought he might have been given a Mediterranean job. Let some kind gent step up to yours truly and crowd 800 more per on him, and there will be no questions asked. Not a murmuring yelp.  Try it.