Mám had to go to the bank here this morning to cash a cheque, and she told me it was a most trying yet funny experience. The clerk, of course, didn’t know her and put her through a catechism of what she was, and why she came ‘to such a funny place as Cappoquin for a holiday’. Finally she got it. After finishing work and dinner, thinking there would be a tournament on, I decided to read until tea, and I got through the whole of the history. I couldn’t digest the chicken I had for dinner on account of the reading and felt a pain all the afternoon. Grant, in spite of his English prejudice, doesn’t give too bad an account of the war, though he says that German militarism and ambition caused it, not mentioning even England’s jealousy of her trade. Began ‘Ben Hur’. The tournament finished to-night. We played three sets more, getting 3 from Mr. Gardiner, the best player there, and only 1 from the worst. Mr. Gardiner came 1st with 26. Bob Bell next with 24, and we next with 22!
