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[[preprinted]] Tuesday, March 1, 1910 [[/preprinted]]

That blamed foot was worser today, - at times I couldn't put it to the ground. It's bloody annoying.

Well, one year ago today Steward went home. It simply seems incredible that so much time has flown that noisy evening on the "Prinzregent", but the calendar swears it's so. I hope these last seven months or so of my stay here will go by at the same clip. By gum, won't I be glad to shake this old dump of a town, and live once more in a decent country and climate! I bet you don't catch me out here again!

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[[preprinted]] Wednesday, March 2, 1910 [[/preprinted]]

Dammit, that foot kept me in all day today. Couldn't do a thing with it. Finally decided to leave the dammed thing alone altogether, in hopes of curing it thataway, so I kept to my long chair and kept the ailing member elevated all [[strikethrough]] day[[/strikethrough]] afternoon. No work as a consequence, save that I plunked out a few accounts in the morning.