The daily morning journal and courier., 1907-09-21

fish, including the pieuvre, or awesome devil fish" of Victor Hugo's Ira vailleurs de la Mer." Apropos, it is not so generally well known as it should be that devil fish weighing but two kilos-four pounds eight ounces-can drown man. Their habitat is under rocks side, and many little cove with water crystal clear, with flalf-submerg- ed rocks around, are danger zones on thls account, though exquisitely invit- ing for a morning dip. Half of their tentacles attached to the rock, the other arms seize man, and, struggle as he may, unless armed with knife, or aided by lusty comrades, the vic- tory must lie with this horrid fish, dear to lovers of bouillabaisse. Once their suckers get to work, they are physi- cally unable to withdraw them.
 It is very amusing to rise at a. m. and 80 out with an ardent fisher, com- ing home laden with multi-colored fin- ny spoil before the sun is high, The pearly effulgence on sea and land of a summers dawn seen from a boat is something one remembers in after times.
 The bathing place proper of the principality, on a sandy beach, beneath the road to Cap Martin, is altogether luxuriously installed, as becomes the general arrangements of the powerful Societe des Rains de Mer. It is largely patronized.
 But to the general and cosmopolitan summer visitor the chief attraction lies in the fact that in the cool, we'll ventilated rooms, where green blinds shut out the glare and electric fans are refreshing, there is no crowd. The tables are easily approachable, and a seat is a certainty. The man or woman for whom the everlasting problem of "How to beat the bank" is fascina- tion, and who has studied exhaustive ly, with surprisingly conclusive results, at home, thinks August quite the best month in which to put to real test the ingenious system, absolutely certain to produce many hundred francs per hour. Sooner or later, of course, they return disillusioned, poorer and wiser. And as a rule they have had so little fun Not for them the fishing and bath ing parties, or the moonlight drives and indigestible, if gay, suppers. Nor the afternoon climbs as the shadows grow long by the little pufflng funicu- la to La Turbie's heights, where, if Messrs. Noel ct Patard's dainty estab- lishnent Is closed, there are many quaint, clean little village hostelries which provide toothsome repast and Isufficiently good accommodation. Mountain air, strolls on the lavender scented hillsides, with superb views, and picnics near La Che, the ancient monastery, now ruthlessly closed, and return at nightfall to gaze at the panorama of Monte Carlo at one's feet illuminated as If for fete. and the beautiful coast line curving indented from San Reno to Cannes, with the 1 flashlights from revolving lighthouses to remind one of sailoring and sailor men, are harmless joys, and very keen ones in August. But ones mind must be free from the absorption of calcu- lation of how to defeat zero quand rier ne va plus, nor must one be worried as to how to catch the "serie, and avoid that plaguy "Intermetances. T One must do as most of the Italians and South Americans who come light heartedly just to try their luck.
 But many who come here in Augus' hardly visit the rooms at all, and ther, are villa holders on the coast who hay made the Riviera their home, and who if in the minority, are well content tt Ipass their summers where in the mat. ter of climate one knows at least wha to expect, and dresses and feeds ac cordingly
 Fruit lovers lrevel Luscious peaches slip stones and cling stones, like juicy peach apples. prize peaches, all pen, ny each Huge melons, redolent witl flavor and icy cool juice, from Prov fence, Cavallon and Pastequ, four pence and siXpence; figs, plums, grapes