Blandford, Wimborne and Poole Telegram. — 1876-07-07 (Blandford, Dorset, England)

ANNUAL WAYZE-GOOSE.—("B,, ont of thr Honda") —The delightful weather we have been having for the past few weeks has brought together many parties for spending a pleasant day by the seaside, which is much enjoyed by those who live in quiet inland towns. There are none to whom such an outing is more necessary than to those who have to "dig away" from morn 'till night in order to bring forth weekly the papers which emanate from these offices. Arrangements were consequently made, and on Saturday last our annual wayze-goose came off, Swanage being the place selected as suitable for such an event. The weather was all that could be desired. The early mornhig was rather cloudy, but this served to shelter us from the scorching rays of "01(1 Sol." By 5.30 a.m. all had assembled at our offices, and in a few minutes after drove up four slashing horses and a magnificent break, the property of Mrs. Dunn, of the Junction Hotel. A few minutes more all were safely seated, and we drove off, the balmy air being enlivened by the sweet strains of the cornet, capitally played by Bandmaster J. Stevens, of the Dorset Militia and Dorchester Town Bands, and who, fortunately, is employed at these offices. The route was down the South-street, and by the South Walks, and thus on to Broadmayne, which village was enlivened with music and singing. A slight halt is made at Winfrith, for the roads are very dusty and the horses want their months rinsed out. Again we are on the road, and at 8.10 a.m. we drive up to the Red Lion Hotel, Wareham, at which hostelry we have to refresh horses and men. Breakfast is ordered, and in twenty minutes a capital spread is on the tables, and the despatch with which the work was done is deserving of the highest praise, and Mr. Yearsley and his staff certainly showed that they were equal to the emergency of providing for a large i party at a short notice. Breakfast Over a ramble s taken around the town, and its magnificent (:) public buildings are visited, among these being the Town Hall lately built, and which contains among others the portrait of our future King, who we remember was asked to open the said Wareham is an ancient and loyal borough, and': although quiet, it hardly des?rves the pun of a cruel wag who told the writer that . _ _  "When in Wareham condemned to reside, He'd seek oblivion in suicide." Here we were joined by our Wareham and Poole correspondent, Mr. C. Gent, and at 10.40 we left for our destination, passing on the way the ruins of Code Castle, which stand forth boldly, and can be seen for many miles away. But time is passing on, and it is thought best not to halt here, so with music and song we rattle through the town, the inhabitants turn out to cheer, and at noon we pull up 'at the Purbeck Hotel, Swanage, where we are all refreshed, and by which time we have more the appearance of  millers than " gentlemen of the fourth estate... After a little for the inner man, we have a brush, and those - who cannot bathe a good wash, and soon all are right again. Many take a dip in the •briny, whilst some have half-an-hour's boating in the magnificent bay, but we take the precaution to have boatmen with us, lest we should come to grief on a dry shore, as was the case with certain gallant young men at a neighbouring watering place a few weeks ago. The sea breeze gives all an appetite for dinner, and at this time we are joined by the proprietor, Mr. L. H. Rueg—, who has come over in the magnificent steamer Heather Bell from Bournemouth. Pinner is served in admirable style, and well cooked, with an abundance of all that could make us comfortable. The happy party is presided over by Mr. ltuegg% The after dinner flattery and "butterhig " is dispensed with, but the Chairman, after expressing the pleasure he felt at meeting them on such an occa.sion, and wishing them every enjoyment, said that his time was short, as he had to leave by the steamer again, but he had great pleasure in drinking each of their healths. The Publisher, in a few well-chosen remarks, proposed the health of the Chairman, expressing the thanks of all for his efforts to promote their happiness, and this WaS heartily shown by the " three-times-three " cheers given in response. The compliment was briefly acknowledged, the speechifying was finished, and we again seek recreation. the steamer is watched off from the pier, as with crowded decks she steams away, and a yacht, which had been previously chartered, is quickly by the side, and many of Its are soon " flying away" (to use a nautical expression), and in a short time are some ways out to sea. The ride is most enjoyable, as there is a stiff breeze, and as landsmen are so little used to sea we have to hold on well to save tumbling about. We have the cornet on board, and the niusic is delightful. After u hour's sail we return to shore, and shortly. tea is ready, and the refreshing clip is much in request. At 6.30 the driver and " conductor" being ready with their steeds, we mount the break, and, after hearty cheers for the hotel proprietor, Mr. Linington, who deserves the highest praise for the manner in which he conducted the whole affair and for the admirable arrangements made for entertainin6, us, we rattle away, song and music filling the air. Returning again to Wareham, the horses require a rest. One hour is allowed for this, and then we say farewell to our host of the Red Lion, and at 11.50 we drive up through the comity town, all tired, none sad, none had indulged to excess, nothing had occurred to mar our happiness—the arrawisments were perfect ; and, thanks to Mrs. Dunnis horses and a careful driver, we pull up safe and sound at the Junction Hotel. Truly loyal subjects, one verse of the National Anthem is sing as the town clock tells forth that the " 'witchinr, hour of night" has arrived. We separate, and as Sunday is just beginning, all go quietly to their homes, everybody confessing that the " Wayze-goose" of 1876 has been a great success.