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Many thanks to kindly readers who have sent to inquire what had hap- pened to me, as no "Local Notes" appeared in the last four issues of the Observer. The explanation is want of space. During August so many things take place requiring notice, that no room is available for the gossip, tattle, or criticism of which my Notes are generally composed still, I am grati- fied to discover that so many take an interest in my remarks, and must try to amuse them regularly for the next few months. I enjoyed the fete of the Village So- ciety at Lydstep oil Wednesday of last week, and believe everybody did who ventured to go so far in spite of the unpromising weather. The afternoon proved quite fine; there were lots of games; quite a good display of vege- tables, flowers, fruit, carving, needle- work, etc.; and the sports were most amusing. I took part in one event, but regret to have to admit that I failed to get a place. The Hon. Roland Philipps is respon- sible for the exhibition I made; he has a way with him that it is hard to resist, and when he insisted that I should walk 220 yards in a race for men over forty I had not the courage to refuse point blank, but said I would if my friend, George Protheroe, who is about my age and even of heavier build, would abo wnlk. George was promptly taken by the arm and marched to the starting point, declaring all the way he couldna walk," and wouldna walk." He had been in bed a week with inflammation," and other excuses. Protests were useless, so George paid my entrance fee as well as his own, and about nine of us toed the line. A visitor and a well-known M.P., with two local men, soon took a good lead. George gave up early I did half the distance fairly well, then began laugh- ing, and had to slow down to an ordi- nary walk. Three of the fastest men were disqualified for running. The M.P. got the prize, and certainly de- served it, as he walked very well and quite fairly. *#* I really believe rustic sports of this kind are much more entertaining to the general public than the usual pro- fessional racing. Prizes are inexpen- sive the general expenditure much lower; consequently the risk of loss much less. I wish very much a Tenby committee would promote events of the kind for the amusement of our visitors, and the benefit of local charities. At the auction sale I bought a useful little basket containing twelve lovely fresh eggs for eighteen-pence, and a second dozen for a shilling shortly afterwards. My little boy, in his over anxiety to be helpful, took them and placed them in our carriage ready for conveyance home, with unhappy results. We had not gone far on our return journey at the conclusion of the festi- vities, when I discovered the loss of my basket of eggs. Friend Dicky Williams accompanied the sou to make an exten- sive search in the dark for the missing eggs, but their efforts in this direction Z5 led to no satisfactory result, so we made our way home, blessing the coun- try bumpkin who had had the impu- dence to purloin the new laids." I am happy, however, to be able to inform the villagers that the basket and eggs were found smashed in the field near where my carriage stood, and consequently it is most probable that they were upset accidently in the dark. Of course, I was sorry to lose the con- tents, but it is much pleasanter to lose them in this manner than that someone should stoop to remove them. As far as I can hear the steamship Joh n Bacon is carrying a satisfactory amount of cargo to Tenby, and I hope everybody will do their best to make the outgoings equally profit- able to the Steamship Company. At the same time I would quietly point out to the master of the ship that when he arrives or departs after midnight there really can be no necessity for the repeated blowing of his whistle or hooting of his siren. Many people come to Tenby in delicate health, and it is more than a joke to be suddenly startled from their sleep by the un- necessary shrieks of steamboat whistles and sirens. *#* Last Saturday one of our local officers in blue waited upon me to serve a sub- poena, summoning my presence at the Central Criminal Court, London, on Tuesday morning, to give evidence against a gentleman who had thought proper a few months ago to draw a bill for nearly £ 10 and accept it himself in my name without first obtaining my permission or giving me any value in return, with the result that he had to stand his trial for forgery. Next week, if it is worth while, I will try to tell you all that happens when you have to give evidence in a criminal case at what is popularly known as the "Old Dailev." F. B. M. THE TATLER."