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[[note in top margin]] Yesterday I sent of a considerable number of letters and postal cards. [[/note in top margin]]
July 28. 1914. Beautiful weather not too hot. Started reading! The Obvious Orient by [[red underline]] A. B. Hart [[/red underline]] a well written book. Usual ship's routine. 
[[strikethrough]] July 2 [[/strikethrough]] Men and women are swimming in canvass swimming tank
July 29. Up early. On upper deck saw a sparing bout between [[red underline]] P. McFarland, [[/red underline]] the feather-weight champion weight [[strikethrough]] of [[/strikethrough]] [[red underline]] pugilist [[/red underline]] of America. He is one of our passengers and [[strikethrough]] travels west [[/strikethrough]] is on his honeymoon trip. He and his bride behave very well. He is medium sized, well built, intelligent head, looks more like a college man than a prize fighter. His wife too who is decidedly pretty, makes a rather favorable impression. [[red underline]] C. Brantigan [[/red underline]] tells me many interesting things about his 14 year experience in the
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[[red underline]] Philipines. [[/red underline]] He is just a boy of the common people. born in Chicago., where he enlisted in the service shortly after the war not knowing very well what he did. Had to fight insurrection Aguinaldo, the Bolo men, etc. He was in the boxer war at Peking. was among the soldiers who delivered the foreign consuls. Altho' Roman Catholic he has no use for the [[red underline]] Missionaries [[/red underline]]  
After the missionaries were delivered by the american soldiers the only remark they got was: "Are not the american soldiers
^[[of]] dirty looking appearance." A bright wide awake, red blooded boy of the people. very select and active and quick witted eats with his knife at table but I would sooner trust him than many a polished so called educated gentleman. Is now
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