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[[preprinted]] Monday, August 17, 1908 [[/preprinted]] 95 Nothing doing. Mafish. Khallas. Bus. [[end page]] [[start page]] [[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.