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[[preprinted]]Monday, October 11, 1909[[/preprinted]] On the punque today. I took it easy by laying around and not going outdoors, and guess it'll be O.K. tomorrow. This sun here is fierce when it gets in a whack on you, and no joke. Had a mail from home today. Dike has met the Queen of the Human Race, so mother tells me. She said Dike said she was a nice little girl. Well, you just bet she is! Leave that to me. I have shown judgment there if I never have in anything else in the last 25 3/4 years! [[end page]] [[start page]] [[preprinted]]Tuesday, October 12, 1909[[/preprinted]] Beginnin' to think I'm not going to drop off after all. I c'n still feel that sun in the form of a stiff neck and a slight hang-over. No tennis this week. But still, we might sit in [[strikeout]] in a little game of bridge. So I waltzed over to the club and picked up four stray dibs. Not so much, but every little bit helps. Walker put his knee out jumping over tables and sich like, in a fit of revelry the other night. Strangely enough, he was practically sober, and was only pretending he was soused. That's what comes of doing things by halves. He should have been blindo, and taken no chances.