Cadgerack and Flapperack.  To-day visitors can view the gardens at Poljerrick, where many super-tropical plants, including man-eating cacti, are growing in the most unbridled luxuriance.  There is a fine sporting nine-hole golf-course on the shingle strand at Grogwalloe, where the test of niblick play is more severe than on any links save those of the Culbin Sands near Nairn.  Among other attractive features are the brilliant displays of aurora borealis over the Bay, which have been arranged at considerable cost by the Corporation in conjunction with the Meteorological Society.

BORECAMBE.—­The demand for bathing-machines and tents continues to increase, though the shopkeepers are complaining of a decreasing spending power on the part of the visitors and a disinclination to pay more than a shilling a head for shrimps.  The practice of dispensing with head-gear is also much resented by local outfitters, but otherwise the situation is well in hand.  On Monday last Mr. Silas Pargeter, an old resident, caught a fine conger-eel, weighing fifty-six pounds, which he has presented to the Museum.  As Borecambe is a good jumping-off ground for the Lake District there are daily char-a-banc excursions to the land of WORDSWORTH and RUSKIN, each passenger being supplied with a megaphone and a pea-shooter.

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DOWN CHANNEL.

  The chime of country steeples,
    The scent of gorse and musk,
  The drone of sleepy breakers
    Come mingled with the dusk;
  A ruddy moon is rising
    Like a ripe pomegranate husk.

  The coast-wise lights are wheeling
    White sword-blades in the sky,
  The misty hills grow dimmer,
    The last lights blink and die;
  Oh, land of home and beauty,
    Good-bye, my dear, good-bye!

  PATLANDER.

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HOW TO BE LONELY THOUGH MARRIED.

    “Lonely Officer (married, with three children) wants Sealyham Terrier
    Dog.”—­Times.

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[Illustration:  Golfer. “LET’S SEE—­WHAT’S BOGEY FOR THIS HOLE?”

Caddie (fed up).  “DINNA FASH YERSEL’ ABOOT BOGEY.  YE’VE PLAYED FUFTEEN AN’ YE’RE NO DEID YET—­(aside) WORSE LUCK.”]

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MY DROMEDARY.

I see by The Times that dromedaries are on sale at sixty-five pounds apiece.

In these days, when commodities of all kinds are so expensive, one cannot afford to overlook bargains of whatever nature they may be.  And it seems to me that a dromedary at sixty-five pounds is really rather cheap.

For after all sixty-five pounds to-day is little more than thirty pounds in pre-war times.  Considering their trifling cost I am surprised that more people do not possess dromedaries.  Most of my neighbours during the past two years have built garages, but not one, so far as I am aware, has built a dromedary-drome.