id="pgepubid00043">THE HUNTING SEASON
Rector. "Is that the parcels post, James? He's early this morning, isn't he?" (Noise without, baying of dogs, &c.) "What's all this——"
James (excited). "Yes, sir. Postman says as how the young 'ounds, a comin' back from cubbin', found 'im near the kennels, and runned 'im all the way 'ere. They was close on 'im when he got in! Thinks it was a packet o' red 'errins in the bag, sir! I see the run from the pantry window"—(with enthusiasm)—"a beautiful ten minutes' bu'st, sir!"]
"Duck, you fool! Duck!"
Hunting "Day by Day"
"The Mudsquashington Foxhounds had a good day's sport from Wotsisname Coverts (which were laid for a large number). They found in Thingamy Woods, rattled him round the Osier Beds, and then through the Gorse, just above Sumware. Leaving this and turning left-handed, he ran on as far as Sumotherplace, where he finally got to ground. Amongst the numerous field were Lord Foozle and Lady Frump, Messrs. Borkins, Poshbury, and Tomkyn-Smith."[A]
First Sportsman. "That crock of yours seems to be a bit of a songster."
Second Sportsman. "Yes, he has always been like that since I lent him to a well-known English tenor."
First Sportsman (drily). "You should have taken him in exchange."
A NICE BEGINNING.
The above is not a French bull-fight, but merely the unpleasant adventure Mr. Jopling experienced on our opening day, when a skittish Alderney crossed him at the first fence.
'ARRY ON 'ORSEBACK
'Arry (in extremities). "Well, gi' me a bike!"
CONVENIENCE OF A LIGHT-WEIGHT GROOM
Miss Ethel. "Now, sit tight this time, Charles. How could you be so stupid as to let him go?"