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Sunday, November 1, 1908
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Stritt wallopped us to the tune of a love set tonight, and we are down and out. In all my life I never played so rotten as I did today. In singles and doubles, out of a total of 26 games I won two. Can you beat it? 

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Monday, November 2, 1908
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Nothing doing. It's suddenly grown warm again today, and the change from summer to winter to summer has raised a mild sort of Cain with my Rathskeller department. It'll be all right in a day or two, though. Poor old Doleshal is laid up again, too. If there's anything being passed around town he always gets his full share without any rebates. Unlucky sod, is Doley. He'll probably get stung with this horse epidemic, too, before it's over.