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Thursday, February 9, 1911 
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Still laid up with that thing, whatever it is. Felt like a meal this morning, but bin still on barley-water and Perrier  and milk.

There's a new drink over in the club, they tell me.

"606!"
(Soda and milk.)

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[[preprinted]] Friday, February 10, 1911 [[/preprinted]]

I'm up this morning, and hope I stay there. Lunch never tasted better than it did today.

Two weeks from today, me bucko, and I set  sail for home! Knock wood! after these last two days.

First game of bridge tonight for about seven months. We played 8 as. worth, and I'm glad, for I had the rottenest assortment of hands I ever saw.