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Thursday, June 18, 1908
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Thursday being my regular afternoon off, I trod down to Bond's. Hodges came over and we fell upon 'em and humbled 'em in an evening at Pritch. No wonder I didna ken what that was the first time I heard it. Bond says four of the battleship fleet are coming here end of August. Too bad the old top will be away then.

Rained tonight, and broke up our session on the roof. Rain is skerce in Aden at best, but doubly so at this time of the year.

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Friday, June 19, 1908
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I went into that cinematograph show the other night. After the intermission we went around in back of the screen, where the old fellow was turning the crank. I mentioned something about the "Opera Comiques" of New York, and he says, "I come from that little piece of soil myself."

"Manhattan?" said I.

"No, Boston." He said he hadn't hand any baked beans since the World's Fair. By gum, [[underlined]] I [[/underlined]] haven't had any since last August, and that's long enough for me. I suppose I'll have to exist now three years more minus the starchy delicacy, but I hate to think of it.