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[[preprinted]] Friday, June 11, 1909 [[/preprinted]]

I've often heard it [[strikethrough]] [[?]] [[/strikethrough]] asked by people reading the lives of modern famous men, when they ever find time to do such a necessary thing as take a bath. Or they say, doesn't he ever buy a new pair of boots? In order that the public, many years hence, may know how these trivial things are accomplished by the great, thus settling an ^[[ever-present]] and vexed question. I may mention that I take my bath every morning, after my early cup of tea, at a quarter-past seven. I've not had a new pair of shoes in years but I usually pick them out myself in my lunch hour.

Now that is settled, and I'm glad.

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[[preprinted]] Saturday, June 12, 1909 [[/preprinted]]

Small shipment this time. Only thirty tusks,--six thousand plunks or so, but that's a mere bag o' shells. Sold sixteen cases of bleached drills, which will pay the bills for at least today. Been doing pretty well in cottons,--have got about seventeen hundred bales sold to arrive, just at present.

Damitall, I'd like to see a ball game some of these Saturday afternoons! These bloody cricket-matches are the limit. They're a funeral procession alongside of the national game. Cricket is all right for an aged and blind paryletic with a touch of loco ataxia, but for a man in fair health it is painfully lacking in excitement.