I suppose I ought to end this letter with a fashion note, though there i nothing much to startle feminine readers. This does not apply quite s0 Horeibly to the opposite sex who can Joceasionally be startled into a shew fof interest when a blonde beauty strolls about the beach in the latest and most revealing of bathing esses.
Beach pyjamas with enormous hat are still the general attire up here (hough T have a suspicion they are going out in the more fashionable resorts). The hats, however, are quite the latest thing, being an adapt tation from Chinese headgear, and ined with brightly coloured print; 1 Ihave seen almost exactly the same thing being worn by that section of society that graces the pages of the "Tater" at "home. Everything, of course, is trousers. Dresses are quite taboo;'though one sometimes wish they weren't when a figure that dips the' scale at two hundred appears "Exciting news from Weihaiwei" judgment you conclude that nothing goes on in Peitaiho. There you are wrong: if you'll forgive me for shatfering your illusions in so unceremonious a manner. Also, if you imagine that Peitaiho minds being ignored in this fashion, you are (my dear Watson) wrong again. So remember once and for all, Peitaiho enjoys being distant, and would not for worlds descend to the vulgar levels of Tsingtao-by-the-sea. and its many consequent maladies, are thoroughly competent to supply any prescription in alternative tinted lenses. Prescriptions filled in 24 hours.
A Record Season 'A stroll down the main street the village (we have roads here, but—may the heavens be praisedi—no motor cars) is evidence that Peitaiho enjoying a record season this year.
Business flourishes; shop keepers are as busy as bees, and the local tailors stitch untiringly all day to
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