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[[preprinted]] Thursday, March 17, 1910 [[/preprinted]]

To my everlasting shame as an Irishman, I drank an orange liquer at the Bank Wallah's bungalow tonight.

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[[preprinted]] Friday, March 18, 1910 [[/preprinted]]

Nothing doing today, but tonight I went down to "late B"'s, against my better judgment and desire for sleep, and got started on the toboggan agin. We realize the reserve account must have a bad month once in a while.

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