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[[preprinted]] Sunday, September 5, 1909 [[/preprinted]] I picked a few good ones out of this mail. Here's one: "Ma's making father Sleep out of doors. Consumptive? No, Because he snores." And another: "She mopped her brow But nothing more. It was her ma Who mopped the floor." One more: "She said her fortune was her face. Responded he That poverty Was no disgrace." Noch ein: baki moja: "An anaconda told a hen That of her he was fonder Than all things else. But she soon found The anaconda'd conned [['er]]" [[end page]] [[start page]] [[preprinted]] Monday, September 6, 1909 [[/preprinted]] The "Khedive" came in today, - brought us 275 bales. It's a good lot for here, all right! Got my binoculars from London today. Say, they are certainly beauts. Eighty two chips and eight more for duty, - they ought to be slightly to the merry.