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[[preprinted]] Wednesday, September 15, 1909 [[/preprinted]] 

I've been reading a book that has got the English - as viewed from the outside - just about down pat. It is by an Australian - a Sydney walla - and it is called "An outlander in England." You'd better get it out and read it - it is all to the merry.

His remarks on the English army, and especially the Horse Guards, are rich. He should have put in a whack at the bar properties, as well. I hope I'm never pulled up in an English court - I'd be sure to laugh at his 'oner's wig. It's bloody ridiculous.

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[[preprinted]] Thursday, September 16, 1909 [[/preprinted]] 

Well, what do you think? George Greenwell wrote me today that he had a 9 1/2 lb. mtoto. Well, well! It seems incredible. Not [[strikethrough]] [[?]] [[/strikethrough]] that I didn't think George was capable of the deed, you know, but the picture of George as a popper is where it comes in. I bet he's off his nut over the event. He says it looks like him. All poppers say that. Cheer up, George, he may outgrow it.