Capt.Ginn’s boy John, a young Dublinite, goes ashore with me and spend the forenoon in a cabriolet doing Manila. Put up at the San F. in the old stable-scented room with promise of “better soon.” Call at French Hotel, see Mr. Miller, engineer of the Hemp Press, and walk with him to Mr. Gilmartin’s.
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Manuel L. Quezon III