"WHO'S
WHO" IN THE WEST
Young
Jarge, "Oi du 'ear tell as they've made the Colonel a
'M.V.O.' Now whet do thet mean?"
Old Joe. "Woy, wheer was 'ee brought up? 'Maister o'
Vox-'ounds,' to be sure!"
"A
GOOD OLD-FASHIONED CHRISTMAS."
Melancholy Sportsman (watching hunters on straw ride).
"Happy Christmas indeed! Two thousand pounds'-worth of
horses just eating money. Two foot of straw between any of
'em and the knacker's cart. Boys chucked off every day.
Employer liable. Ugh! Think I'll go in and read about
railway accidents!"
THE
LETTER OF THE LAW
Mr. Wankle (who is trying very hard to be a country
Gentleman). "Look 'ere, Biles, why 'aven't you stopped
these? Didn't I tell you the 'ounds were coming to-day?"
Biles. "Why, them's Martens' nests!"
Mr. Wankle. "I don't care what they are. The Master
told me to 'ave every 'ole about the place stopped
up."
THE
PURSUIT OF KNOWLEDGE.
Importunate
Lady (who has been subjecting the M.F.H. to a running fire
of questions). "Is the skin of the fox any use?"
M.F.H. "Yes." Lady. "What for?"
M.F.H. "For keeping the fox warm, of
course!"
Affable Sportsman
(to stranger on thoroughbred). A lot of blood about that
horse of yours, Sir!"
Stranger. "By Jove, you don't say so! Must have got
into some of that confounded wire!"
Stranger to the Country. "Let me see. This must be the hill they told me about, with the flooded river at the bottom!"