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Baseball
and
sports
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Practice
elocution
,
poise
and
how
to
attain
it
5
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Study
needed
inventions
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General
Resolves
No
wasting
time
at
Shafters
or
(
a
name
,
indecipherable
)
No
more
smokeing
or
chewing
Bath
every
other
day
Read
one
improving
book
or
magazine
per
week
Save
$
5
.
00
(
crossed
out
)
$
3
.
00
per
week
Be
better
to
parents
"
I
come
across
this
book
by
accident
,
"
said
the
old
man
.
"
It
just
shows
you
,
do
n't
it
?
"
"
It
just
shows
you
.
"
"
Jimmy
was
bound
to
get
ahead
.
He
always
had
some
resolves
like
this
or
something
.
Do
you
notice
what
he
's
got
about
improving
his
mind
?
He
was
always
great
for
that
.
He
told
me
I
et
like
a
hog
once
,
and
I
beat
him
for
it
.
"
He
was
reluctant
to
close
the
book
,
reading
each
item
aloud
and
then
looking
eagerly
at
me
.
I
think
he
rather
expected
me
to
copy
down
the
list
for
my
own
use
.
A
little
before
three
the
Lutheran
minister
arrived
from
Flushing
,
and
I
began
to
look
involuntarily
out
the
windows
for
other
cars
.
So
did
Gatsby
's
father
.
And
as
the
time
passed
and
the
servants
came
in
and
stood
waiting
in
the
hall
,
his
eyes
began
to
blink
anxiously
,
and
he
spoke
of
the
rain
in
a
worried
,
uncertain
way
.
The
minister
glanced
several
times
at
his
watch
,
so
I
took
him
aside
and
asked
him
to
wait
for
half
an
hour
.
But
it
was
n't
any
use
.
Nobody
came
.
About
five
o'clock
our
procession
of
three
cars
reached
the
cemetery
and
stopped
in
a
thick
drizzle
beside
the
gate
--
first
a
motor
hearse
,
horribly
black
and
wet
,
then
Mr.
Gatz
and
the
minister
and
I
in
the
limousine
,
and
a
little
later
four
or
five
servants
and
the
postman
from
West
Egg
in
Gatsby
's
station
wagon
,
all
wet
to
the
skin
.
As
we
started
through
the
gate
into
the
cemetery
I
heard
a
car
stop
and
then
the
sound
of
someone
splashing
after
us
over
the
soggy
ground
.
I
looked
around
.
It
was
the
man
with
owl-eyed
glasses
whom
I
had
found
marvelling
over
Gatsby
's
books
in
the
library
one
night
three
months
before
.
