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[[preprinted]] Monday, August 17, 1908 [[/preprinted]]

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Nothing doing.
Mafish.
Khallas.
Bus.

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[[preprinted]] Tuesday, August 18, 1908 [[/preprinted]]

95

We did rush the rest of the American colony for a dinner tonight.  That was all.  When I think of the nerve-killin' life we're leading in this burg, it makes me shudder.  The gayeties of the Aden season are appalling and amazing.  I'm a delicate thing, too.