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[[preprinted]] Monday, September 27, 1909 [[/preprinted]]

[[strikethrough]] [[?]] [[/strikethrough]] My bosom pal Abdul Rasul got back this morning. He's been sporting it around Vienna and the continent generally, but says he much prefers Bombay. I don't doubt that at all. He seemed to get an awful lot of satisfaction out of the fact that his tum was 2 1/2 inches out of focus. It's probably done the Prodigal act, however, for he certainly does look improved. And godnose if there was to have been any change in his looks without a fatal issue it would have had to have been in that [[strikethrough]] very [[/strikethrough]] direction.

[[marginalia]] [[? Pars/Parco/Paris]] Sultan [[? gut/got/girl]] off at Mombasa [[/marginalia]]

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[[preprinted]] Tuesday, September 28, 1909 [[/preprinted]]

I had three Bostonians to dinner this evening. They'd been up country a shootin' an' a zoologicin' and naturalin', and leave on the "Burgermeister" tomorrow. It did me good to meet someone from the Hub, and have a talk over things in the old town. I hope to be able to look them up when I get home.

Naman was feeling fit, and he turned out a parcel of A1 eats.