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[[preprinted]] Wednesday, January 18, 1911 [[/preprinted]] One more birthday, Seven and twenty for ours, this time. Weddell and Forbes came around to ye festive board, and Vining opened a quart. Afterwards, we adjourned to the roof. Five weeks from today, me buck, I set sail from Mombasa, homeward-bound! Every now and then I turn over the blank pages to April, and wonder what I'll be writing in them then. [[end page]] [[start page]] [[preprinted]] Thursday, January 19, 1911 [[/preprinted]] Found a jigger in me toe this morning. Albuquerque took it out, and made a hole that looked like the excavation for the Pennsylvania Terminal. Went up to the ETC. for dinner, -it wasn't mess-night, so we had a quiet time, for which I was duly thankful. Got home about half past eleven. The "Adolph" came in today. I'm going up to the Mombasa on her Sunday. Damned rough out in front.