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[[preprinted]] Sunday, July 11, 1909 [[/preprinted]]

I had the whole of our rival camp up here to dinner tonight.  Jo and Hastings and Walton.  I told Naman to put a generous proportion of ground glass in their soup, so I hope to have results soon.  I think the firm will be pleased.  All of the chaps that come out here haven't the guts to think out these brilliant ideas.

We cut it short tonight at quarter of eleven.  Jo departed for Slumberland at ten.  He has had several affairs behind him, and several ahead of him, and is evidently saving up for tomorrow night.

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[[preprinted]] Monday, July 12, 1909 [[/preprinted]]

'Struth, but it was a thick night! Yes, it was.  King and Worsley and Cox were entertaining, and it was did up brown.  Up at the "Grand."

Along about the time the pudding came on Cadbury's Best were flying around as think as bullets at Port Arthur, and as for 28 cm. shells, in the person of huge buns, they were simply a drug on the market.  And what with "climbing the Alps" and wrestling matches on piggyback, altogether things fairly hummed.

I kept to the agony box, as the safest spot in the room.