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Friday, July 24, 1908
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Some of the Point wallas from the Tawahi Club came up today to eat us up. The wind blew so hard that good tennis or a proper comparison was out of the question, but they came off second best by a single set. 

In the evening we were over to Slipps for dinner. Mrs. Slipp had a postal from Bond Memsahib, who said they "had real roses on the dinner table last night." We had the same old Bon Marché variety. 

A greenhouse in Aden would be a good business proposition. 

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Saturday, July 25, 1908
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Naish and I have got a bet on the Olympic Games. I've got to get 12 American wins out of the 18 big track events. I received somewhat of a shock the other day when the S. Africans walked off with the hundred, but so far the score stands at four out of six for America. Guess I've gottim, all right. Out of the remainder I figure six sure, and four probable or doubtful, - we ought to get eight more out of the bunch. 

Pretty bad day out today, - the dust flew to beat the band. Owing to a large pressure of work, I reclined in the office all day reading Balzac, so I wasn't troubled much, however.