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[[preprinted]] Tuesday, July 19, 1910 [[/preprinted]]

Went down to Hedjuff this afternoon, and Ilford and meself came out on the wrong end of three sets. Well, well, but we can't expect to win [[underlined]] all [[/underlined]] the time. (Groans and showers of apples.)

Stayed on for dinner and a few pegs, with music, and I guess I've done enough carousing the past few nights to last me for some time. Bannister extends his hospitality tomorrow night, but I'm simply not up to it. I couldn't stay awake to dine with the kink himself.

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[[preprinted]] Wednesday, July 20, 1910 [[/preprinted]]

Never before was I so blood tired as I [[strikethrough]] am [[/strikethrough]] was today. Smith was working on the mail to beat hell. It would never have gone if I was supposed to do it today, that's sure. But now I am no longer on this Agency, and so I did the heavy yawning and looking on, the meanwhile. Yes, it certn'y is a hard life out here.