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[[preprinted]] Sunday, December 26, 1909 [[/preprinted]] [[no entries]] [[end page]] [[start page]] [[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.