BUTS AT BISLEY
(Compiled by an evil-minded enthusiast)
The shooting could not be more satisfactory but for the customary "accident."
Everyone would make a "bull" but for the haze and the shiftiness of the wind.
The catering is in every way excellent, but heavy meals scarcely assist in getting on the target.
It is delightful to entertain visitors—especially ladies—at the camp, but champagne-cup and provisions generally run into money.
It is healthy to sleep under canvas, but when the thermometer marks ninety in the shade or the rain pours down in torrents a bed in an inn is preferable.
Bisley is a beautiful place, but Woking cemetery is a dismal neighbour.
Distinctly it is nobly patriotic to spend a fortnight with the N. R. A., in the cause of the fatherland, but is it quite worth the trouble?
Swagger Yeomanry Officer. "Bring out my charger."
Job-master's Foreman. "Very sorry, sir, but e's just gorn to a funeral!"
