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[[preprinted]] Friday, October 7, 1910 [[/preprinted]]

Joseph is still on the fritz with his fever. He didn't take long about getting it. Got here at 10 a.m. the other day and 2 in the aft it noon, he was in thor hay, five and a half above par. He seems as cheerfull as ever (one "l", I suppose) and had a new story about oxygen and hydrogen and plain gin that was right peart. I never knew Jo'd studied chemistry.

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[[preprinted]] Monday, October 10, 1910 [[/preprinted]]

Weddell came over tonight to help me polish off the eats, and then as we were getting away from the table, along came a chit from Bibi R. asking could she come over and sit on my roof tonight. Shure she could. So she came over, also hubby, -my, but those things are nuisances - and we sat up top until about eleven.

Weddell says "Whenever I see a married woman slap her husband's cheeks like that, and tell him to come home, I always say to myself, "You're going to be kept awake tonight, old man!"" In his, inimitable drawl.

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