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[[preprinted]] Sunday, March 7, 1909 [[/preprinted]]

Josephs, of the Opposition, and I went up to Mazeras this afternoon. After business hours we are the best of friends, but we'd be only too glad to do each other [[strikethrough]] before five [[/strikethrough]] in the eye before five p.m. Well, we took along a couple of books, and never stirred out of the train until we got back to Kilindini. Then we constitutionaled  back to the Ndia Kuu.

They've got a sign up on their ranch. It doesn't fit with our conservatism, but [[strikethrough]] if [[/strikethrough]] it rather looks to me if the other fellow advertises, we must.

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[[preprinted]] Monday, March 8, 1909 [[/preprinted]]

 Took tea with Shariff Jafter, and he explained all his antiques to me. Gee, whiz, but the average age of the darned collection must be damned near a thousand years. I was muchly interested in everything, but any women would have gone into hysterics over it, and couldn't have been pried out of there inside ^[[of]] a week. Most of his stuff is old Persian and Arabic, and it must be worth a heap of quidlets.

We had chocolates and cake out of an eight hundred year old set. I'll bet he washes his dishes himself, - I would.

The wich is no pipe.