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[[preprinted]] Tuesday, October 20, 1908
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We took our golf-bats down to the Isthmus this afternoon, and Messrs. Parker and Domsky beat the Messrs. Slipp and Smith to the first hole by nine and kept the margin to the end. It was a bruising struggle.
  
We stayed to fress and then had a little session at love Bridge. Parker picked out a long chair and snored so loudly we couldn't think. After that he had the crust to tell us he wasn't asleep. Said he heard every word we said. I doubt it. We couldn't hear them ourselves.

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[[preprinted]] Wednesday, October 21, 1908 [[/preprinted]]

Mail day agin. I had two covers to New York - Sales a/cs mostly. Paid off all my drafts, collected sundry monies, and have cleared off that overdraft, with over a hundred bales clean to be delivered.
  
Bunny was talking to me about Childs' man in town. "Going back to Zanzibar next boat?" I asked. "No", replied Selim Sahib, "next month. You'll probably go down together." From which it may reasonably be inferred that Bunny has become fatherly solicitous as to the effect of the Aden climate upon my health. Really [[strikethrough]] old [[/strikethrough]] Bunny old horse, an Aden December wouldn't hurt me ^[[a bit.]] I'll think it over.