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[[preprinted]] Sunday, June 14, 1908 [[/preprinted]] The mail was the only thing that saved us today. Absolutely nix otherwise. It's hell tryin' to keep a diary these days. [[end page]] [[start page]] [[preprinted]] Monday, June 15, 1908 [[/preprinted]] Stritt does get off a gem in the line of English once in a while. We were taking a stroll after dinner this evening, and as he sopped about a quart from his brow he said, "Wasn't it hot last night? I had perspiration all over my corpse. It's richly better today, though." We strolled along the beach a bit, and finding a gharri at the corner on the way back, we hopped in and took a moonlight drive through the tunnels and by the long wall. The moonlight out here is too good to miss, never saw anything like it before.