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[[preprinted]] Thursday, July 7, 1910 [[/preprinted]]

I think I put in most of today recovering from the effects of the visit mentioned in my last few pages.  The "New York" left this morning, bound for Colombo.  - they are due at Manila in a little under a month.

I don't remember what I did today or tonight, but it's a reasonable supposition that I went to bed early.

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[[preprinted]]  Friday, July 8, 1910 [[/preprinted]]

I suppose that Edie and Ma J. and the rest of 'em have been walking round cocky as anything, now that their namesake Jack polished off Jeff the other day.  I see be th' Reuters (a slight variation of Mr. Dooley) that there have been riots down south, and no end of lynching bees, over the survival of the coon.  Well, I was one of the thousands who didn't believe it was possible.  It wasn't the old Jeff that the coon stood up to,- not by a long shot.  Jeff did Johnson an unconscious charity where he refused to fight him five years ago.