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[[preprinted]] Wednesday, October 19, 1910 [[/preprinted]]

Put it over the plate for a £1000 cotton sale today, just as easy as pie. I think my buyer wasn't keen on the whole lot, but I had to stand back of my offer, and so did he.


V. asked me in his letter received today, "Been selling many cottons?" [[strikeout]] I bet he got a shock when he reached 82 Beaver and looked over my list. More in my 2 1/2 months of this year than he sold in his 7, and mine was the higher market, too.

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[[preprinted]] Thursday, October 20, 1910 [[/preprinted]]

Nothing to do this afternoon, so I went out to the "Prinzessin" to get a hair-cut. Last time I was on board her was when Vining left her. Strange, but I got my first letter from him, by her.

Speaking of "strange" reminds me of that story of the lawyer named Strange. When he died, they had a tombstone put over the grave with the bare words "Here lies an honest lawyer." And of course, everybody who read it said "That's strange!"

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