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Thursday, May 20, 1909
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Nothing doing today except writing out invoices in the office, and a few sets up at the Sports Club. Come to think of it, though, I did sell a little Amerikani to Waljie Hirjie. Every little bit helps. Twentyfive bales a day would make a nice little total at the end of the year, though.

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Friday, May 21, 1909
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New York has been making a desprit attempt to get ivory limits underground. When I came they were 148, and we've got 'em down little by little until the last lot I got at 143, picking up a few odd ones at 142. Yesterday they dropped 'em to 140, and today to 138. Of course, they will come up to 140 on a pinch, [[strikeout]] as a great concession and a personal favor to AV, but still, that will be three dollars lopped off. And so the game goes.

Perhaps they want to see if our rivals will buy at all. They are strangely quiet.