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Sunday, December 4, 1910
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Bitters, with that ear, is a circus. Why in hell, if it hurts her, she doesn't stop pickin' it, gets me. 

Went into the office this morning a little after eight, and was busy all the time until eleven,- ^[[and an hour in the afternoon -]] just entering cargo in my books. Tomorrow morning I shall have 550 bales in the Customs, and every one of 'em is sold, that's the best part of it. Getting unsold goods in a small market like this, is hell, and I guess the opposition will find it out before long. With their other fingers in the pie, I think they'll be in serious difficulties by some time this next summer. 

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Monday, December 5, 1910
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Busy today. It always comes in a bump. Still, if we could bring in 500 bales of sold goods every steamer, we shouldn't mind hustling a bit extra.

Forbes inveigled me into going to that bioscope show again tonight. Following the usual custom out here the public was stung as far as possible at pirate prices, and then the price of a pasteboard was cut in half. It's about the same game as some of the raffles out here,- after as many as possible get stung full price, the rest of the numbers are sold off en bloc (I mean all together in a bunch) at a quarter or half the first price. That's gescheft.