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[[preprinted]] Thursday, October 21, 1909 [[/preprinted]]

I've used up a raft of handerchiefs today, and my nose is as red as a tomato from blowing my nose. These conditions sound like a cold, but I've only been weighing chillies. They are the damndest things to handle that I've ever struck.  If you've never fooled around with them you don't know what you've missed.  In this case it's where ignorance is bliss.

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[[preprinted]] Friday, October 22, 1909 [[/preprinted]]

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