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[[preprinted]] Monday, February 15, 1909 [[/preprinted]]

Joseph tells a good one of an English Lady Bountiful who picked up a Coster brat from the curb (I forgot, "kerb," this is an English story) and marched him down to the bakery. They paused and looked in the window before they went in, – "Johnnie," says she, "Do you think you could eat one of those big buns over there?" 

"[[underlined]]One bun[[/underline]]?
[[double underlined]]Forty[[/double underlined]] bloody buns!"

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"SS" Bürgermeister."

[[preprinted]] Tuesday, February 16, 1909 [[/preprinted]]

Started for Zanzibar again today, and hope I get there this time. Just as glad I waited, as I'm on the big boats both ways, instead of those little Bombay tubs. This "Bürgermeister" is the one Slingsby came out on and Sutton went back on, so I'd been on her before, at Aden.

A Mr. Richmond of Buffalo, lunched with us today,– he's 68, and the spryest and kindliest old man you ever saw. He's on the boat now, going down to Blira. He's just come down from up-country, after a 17 months 40000 mile jaunt through India, Siam & Java. How many of us do that at 68?