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[[preprinted]] Tuesday, April 20, 1909 [[/preprinted]]

I'm working these days. We've sent off a shipment on every doggone German so far this year, — ever since I came in fact, got a nice lot of 79 tusks to go on Thursday. Three thousand quidlets, not so bad. Say, I should like to have just one tenth of one percent of all the money that I turn over here in cottons and ivory, that's all. I'd have sealskin underwear on the sideboard and marble bedsteads, I would. 

Leave it to me, but this would be one swell hut.

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[[preprinted]] Wednesday, April 21, 1909 [[/preprinted]]

Teddy arrived today, right on time, but in the rain. In the evening we gave him a dinner at the Club, which was largely and noisily attended, and I guess every single person had a "perfectly corking time". We all met Teddy and chatted with him, — he told me Boston was a "mighty fine place". Well, I should say!

Teddy made a fine speech, right to the point, on Africa, colonies, and peace, and was responded to by F. C. Selous, whom everyone knows, in an equally first-class manner. Altogether, the dinner came off in A1 style.

Well, Mombasa was a famous spot today. It was in the afternoon editions, all right.