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[[preprinted]] Friday, March 5, 1909 [[/preprinted]]

Say, young feller, it was just one year and a half yesterday since that gang set sail from  Gotham! By gum, there's only one left now!

Gee whiz, it seems almost impossible to realize that half my time is up,- a whole year and a half gone! Time does go by [[strikethrough]] [[?]] [[/strikethrough]] hell-bent for election out in these tropical parts, and no mistake. I want to stay out the rest of my time, though,- if I could go home tomorrow I wouldn't want to do it. Eighteen months from now I will be frantic for the States but I'm not keen on it now.

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[[preprinted]] Saturday, March 6, 1909 [[/preprinted]]

That reminds me, Ern,-

"The sun was sinking in the West,
As she lay her head upon me breast"

"Life presents a dismal picture,
Dreary as an empty tomb,"

"The old sport stood on the grandstand chair"

"'Twas down on the Susquehanna, boys, 
[[strikethrough]] [[?]] [[/strikethrough]] Me an' me partner Lou"

I'd forget all these good ones if I didn't jot a line down for a get-away!