![Transcription Center logo](/themes/custom/tc_theme/assets/image/logo.png)
This transcription has been completed. Contact us with corrections.
91 [[preprinted]] [[double line]] Friday, August 7, 1908 [[line]] [[/preprinted]] Hell with the diary today. Mafish. [[end page]] [[start page]] 86 [[preprinted]] [[double line]] Saturday, August 8, 1908 [[line]] [[/preprinted]] 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.