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[[preprinted]] Friday, July 1, 1910[[/preprinted]]

I was dummed anxious, when I woke up this morning, to find out what's going to become of me, but the tarry-wallah absolutely refused to show up with the necessary envelope. How-somever, if I am going home, there are two North German Lloyd boats on the 17th, and it's me for one.

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[[preprinted]] Saturday, July 2, 1910[[/preprinted]]

Well, the Reuters are full of ructions [[?]] anent the coming mill. They declare to the civilized (oh, wot o!) Britisher that the militia will be called out to protect [[strikethrough]][[?]][[/strikethrough]] the coon in case he wins, that mineral waters will not be sold owing to the fear that the bottles might be used as missiles, and that all persons wearing revolvers will be excluded.

According to the John Bull press, we are truly a wonderful and fearful people.

But we can get their goat about as often as we try. In fact, it has become so easy that it has ceased to be interesting.