of Giants' Bay. It is expected that the excursion will
result in much valuable information respecting the celebrated tall men
of that famous resort. Our colleagues, we understand, are occupying
Giant Cormoran's commodious hotel, and are much delighted with the
arrangements made by their genial host for their comfort. A meeting of
the society is summoned for September 1st, to hear the report of their
interesting investigations.

From the _Rouen Weekly Supplement_, July 1st.

Nous avons l'honneur d'annoncer que nos concitoyens distingues, Monsieur
Alphonse Froggi, avec sa charmante femme et jolie enfant sont partis
hier par le paquet. On dit que leur destination est la Baie des
Geantes, a l'Angleterre, ou ils resteront a l'Hotel Geant Blunderbore.

From the _London Times_, July 1st.

Major-General Sir Cap a Pie has been ordered for his health to the south
coast, and leaves to-day, with family and suite, for Giant Blunderbore's
Hotel, Giants' Bay.

From the _Lincoln Daily Gossip_, June 30th.

After a season of unusual fatigue we are happy to be able to announce
that our eloquent townsman, the Reverend Simon Cellarer, has at last
decided to give himself a long-earned rest, and has left this day
(Tuesday) for Cornwall, where he will spend a few weeks in seclusion at
Giants' Bay. The reverend gentleman has, we are glad to say, taken his
tricycle with him.

From the _Excursionist's Guide_.

Advertisement.--Cheap Daily Excursions. Special facilities. Return
tickets at the price of single. Magnificent air. Sea bathing. Fine
hotels--Blunderbore, Cormoran and Galligantus. Hundreds of visitors
daily.

From the _Scampingtonian_ (the Holiday Number of the Scampington School
Magazine).

The following from a Pie minor will be read with interest by our
readers:--

"Blunderbore's, Giants' Bay.

"Dear Chappies,--I don't think much of Cornwall. The gingerbeer's
beastly bad, and there's not a single chap here can play tennis. The
bathing's only so so, and not a boat to be had except an old barge,
which Blunderbore uses as a skiff. He's a regular rum Johnny, old
Blunderbore; stands about 18 feet in his stockings, 108 inches round the
chest, and got a voice to match. He's the boss of this place, and tries
to be civil, people say. There's a jolly mixed lot at this hotel. A
French chap who doesn't know his own language, at least he pretended not
to when I talked to him and said, `Il regarde comme un mouille jou