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Friday, August 7, 1908
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Hell with the diary today. Mafish.

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Saturday, August 8, 1908
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Coolest day of the summer. Down at the Club it was really chilly. No "peekaboos" on the terrace tonight. The only fair one that showed up was enveloped in a full size Raglan, and kept her dainty mudhooks in the pockets besides.

I hate to write up these society reports. I don't know a box-pleat from a coalheaver.