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[[preprinted]] Friday, November 18, 1910  [[/preprinted]]

Doing the usual day's work today, but rather wobbly in the knees.  Took the rickshaw up to the Club, where I read the telegrams- full of nothing but that damned veto conference.  If anything does need a little tinkering, it's the obsolete, happy-go-lucky British constitution.  If they don't change it pretty soon, the Germans will.  Or else the Suffragettes.  That reminds me they had a new word for 'em in the cables, to wit - Agitatresses.  Sounds like a new brand of short smokes.  Suitable for ladies.  (We don't need 'em over in our corner of the world.)

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[[preprinted]] Saturday, November 19, 1910  [[/preprinted]]

Mail day.  Christmas mail home, and I sent off half a dozen registered letters and about fourteen others, in addition.  Thank heaven it comes only oncet a year.

Weddell came around for dinner, and we had roast duk and apple-sass.  It wasn't really apple-sass, but mango-goo.  Apples and mangoes taste about as unlike one another as any two fruits can, but Bibi R. can make mangoes into goo that can't be told from the other, unless one is in the secret.  She is a sort of all-around fundi, that girl.