BLIGHTED PROSPECTS.
Bernstorff (bitterly). "PRETTY MESS YOU'VE MADE OF IT WITH YOUR NEW FRIGHTFULNESS. I'VE LOST MY JOB!"
Hindenburg (also bitterly). "WELL, YOU'RE WELCOME TO MINE."
Dug-out (who has been put off on the last three greens by his caddie sneezing, and has now foozled his putt again). "Confound you! Why didn't you sneeze? I was counting on it."