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[[preprinted]] Sunday, October 17, 1909 [[/preprinted]] Nothing doing, as per usual. I took a day off and went over to the Club and read up the North Pole. As long as a Yank discovered it, I stand with Geo. Ade - "the Constitution and the Cocktail follow the Flag!" One London paper calls Cook all kinds of a liar, ending up with the henious accusation that "his name's Koch, and he's a GERMAN!" J. Bull, Esq., what with Channel flights and the Kaiser's gunboats, is gettin kinder het up these days. What in hell does Bill II want of England, anyway? He wants Brazil! [[end page]] [[start page]] [[preprinted]] Monday, October 18, 1909 [[/preprinted]] Shut up shop early, having nothing to do all day but send off a miserable little shipment of nine tusks, and wented out to the Mnazi Mmoja. Put up the rottenest game of my life. I was just pie.
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