Blunderbore wants me to go to his next party, but I shall get out of it if I can.

Ta, ta, chappies.

It's jolly slow here.
The only lively chap is a parson from Lincoln with a tricycle; also a medical fellow just turned up called Jack, a sort of dark horse, who doesn't talk to anybody.
"Yours ever,-- "Hugh a Pie.
"`P.S .-- The fellow called Jack is a swell with the boxing-gloves.

He doubled me up in two rounds, and it's not everybody could do that.'" From the _West Anglian Anthropomorphist_, July 10th.

[A communication from the learned President.] I anticipate the more detailed account of this singular neighbourhood, which I hope to make when I address you at the meeting on September 1st, by a few preliminary notes on some most extraordinary anthropological discoveries which certain members of the society have recently made among the inhabitants of Giants' Bay.