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[[preprinted]] Friday, October 21, 1910 [[/preprinted]]

Went over to Bibi Rs for dinner tonight. The bibi was partially clothed in a white creation that [[strikethrough]] rel [[/strikethrough]] revealed a considerable portion of her delicious plumpness. The Rs were there, too, but of all the mugs I ever saw,- well, if she doesn't take the cake, she ought to. She reminds me of a bad dream after pickles and ice cream the other night. A face that would fry an egg. If I had to take it home and sleep alongside of it, the way old R. does, I believe I'd jump off the dock on the way.

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[[preprinted]] Saturday, October 22, 1910 [[/preprinted]]

Nothin' diddin' today that I can remember of. Perhaps we got a little ivory from Champie Bhanjie. He's that Banyan with the toe on the top of his foot. I soaked him with five rejects, ^[[out of 19 tusks,]] and after about an hour's ^[[weeping and]] wailing and gnashing of teeth he finally tumbled to the fact that it was really so. He took 'em back. I use to curse him in the Mombasa auctions, and I've just been laying for a chance to get back at him. This lot happened to be just the opportunity.

Either I dined with Forbes tonight, or he did with me, per usual.

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