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Sunday, November 6, 1910
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Rather expected a home mail today, but that's all the good it did us. Guess we'll have to wait for the "Pundua" day after tomorrow.

Nothing to chronicle today, save that W. set up some mint juleps and caviar sandwiches - an unheard-of combination, but good, nevertheless.

Oh, yes, and I sold Forbes the damndest lot of assorted junk - an old camera, 2 pairs of shoes, and an old hat - the damnest lot you ever saw, for a quid. It was just like finding money.

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Monday, November 7, 1910
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Gee, it's gettin' damned hot here. These next few months ain't goin' to be no pipe dream, I can see that right now. I guess by the time March rolls around, I'll be pretty nearly fit to go home, and you betcher life I don't stay out over Mar. 4th, circumstances or no circumstances. You c'n take it from me. We'll get Arnold down from up-country, all right all right.

Only four months more! Wow!! Tiger!! And you can depend on it.