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[[preprinted]] Friday, April 16, 1909 [[/preprinted]]

Rotten, stinkin', rainin' days these are. It kept on today all day long, a cold, nasty, disagreeable drizzle, — enough to make anyone want to bite everybody else's head off. 

Had a lot to do today, and fortunately didn't have to go outdoors much.

There was one thing about Aden, — if you were going to play tennis in the afternoon or go out in the evening, you never had to worry about the rain spoiling it all. I can't say that the rainy season impresses me very favorably, not being in the farming line. 

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[[preprinted]] Saturday, April 17, 1909 [[/preprinted]]

It was clear today, for a change and we were able to get out to the Sports Club and whack off a few sets. Damned if I like doubles, though, — hanging around watching the others hit the ball. I like singles, where I can get some exercise and where I can hit every ball myself. (When I don't miss it.)

We had a little masquerade over in our place tonight. Butti was over here. John Brown and Rich Mixed also ran. Cadbury scratched. 

8:30 Edition. Teddy was accepted, and we'll have him at the Club Wednesday evening. Feather in our cap. Maybe Zanzibar isn't jealous.