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[[preprinted]] Thursday, September 15, 1910 [[/preprinted]]

Today was rather quiet.  Tonight there is a shindig on board the "Forte", but as I did not call I am not asked. All of which is perfectly well and proper and besides, I don't give a damn.

The pups ain't got their eyes opened yet. Every morning I'm expecting to find a new collection of muts somewhere about the house, for Cocktail's bearing would indicate that something of the sort might be looked for this year. Gee whiz, no more lady pups around my premises. How's dat ole Bootifulums in Mombasa, anyway?

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[[preprinted]] Friday, September 16, 1910 [[/preprinted]]

Dined with Weddell - I mean lunched with him - at the Club this noon. He was entertaining two fellow-countrymen off the "Windhuk". Ely of Hartford and Griffiths of Indianapolis, both good fellows. We went out to Bububu in the afternoon, and they stopped for dinner. It turned out to be Ely's natal day - he's a bright little kid of 23, and only 6'4" in his stocking feet - so I opened something. Later on we went around to Forbes' joint, and we didn't do a thing but keep the Oswald bunch awake until one a.m. Ely said he enjoyed [[strikethrough]] t [[/strikethrough]] his anniversary.

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