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[[preprinted]] Friday, June 25, 1909 [[/preprinted]]

After being up so late last night, I'd determined to hike to bed extra early tonight, but I fell in with Lake coming home from my stroll, and he dragged me over to his joint. There I stayed, beating the agony-box", [[strikethrough]] [[?]] [[/strikethrough]] until midnight. 

Well, this sportin' life has got to stop.

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[[preprinted]] Saturday, June 26, 1909 [[/preprinted]]

Butti and King and Rayne were over here tonight for dinner. We had a little "Pritch" after chikula, and took all of King's marbles away.

This is the third night running I've been up after half past nine, and it's got to stop. Twelve hours of good fat sleep lost. And if there is anything I can't do without it is my sweet and innocent slumber. If I'm up before noon tomorrow it will be one complete and unabridged wonder.