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97 [[preprinted]] [double line]] Tuesday, September 8, 1908 [[line page]] [[/preprinted]] Naish's romance recieved a jolt today. Well, she didn't all belong to Naish. She looks about seventeen, wears ankle skirts and baby frocks and has a pretty little squeak whenever she misses the ball. She plays over in the adjoining court and raises hell with our game whenever she appears. Slipp memsahib ^[[it was that]] put the Indian sign on Naish's dream of happiness. The fair one turns out to be about twenty seven, and has had a kid. She's married, too. Cheer up, old man. [[end page]] [[start page]] 89 [[preprinted]] [[double line]] Wednesday, September 9, 1908 [[line page]] [[/preprinted]] Gee whiz, we're goner have a sandstorm. It's gettin' darker'n hell over cantonments, and the boys are closin' up the doors and windys. I hope it's a good one, - never've seen one yet. Didn't do a damned thing all day today. I never thought I could get fed up on loafing, honest.