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Saturday, January 2, 1909 
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good are these damned resolutions anyway) goanese fire 'em off all day and ring all the bells in the place and get out that infernal band to parade under one's nose, - its enough to fill a man with anything but those charitable thoughts that are supposed to go with the season. I guess those cookshop wallas think they're almost as good as the white people these days.

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Sunday, January 3, 1909 
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Well, so far I've not been tight this year.  That's more than I can say some years.

I'm still working to beat the band here.  Got all those lovely accounts to bang out on that machine over there in the corner.  But I tell you, they'll do some waiting for that inventory.  Stew and I are going to wait until we get our net lugs in the house before any list of furniture leaves this joint for New York.  We have these foxy ideas now and then.