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[[preprinted]] Sunday, December 26, 1909 [[/preprinted]]

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

Came up from Zbar. on the "Yarra" today.  These bloody French ships are the rottenest ever. You bet your sweet life I wouldn't go home on one of the rotten hulks for a farm out West.  Lord help the women and kids if they ever had a smash up. I share Mark Twain's contempt of the French, and don't care who knows it.