"Might be Worse!"—First Jolly Angler (peckish after their walk). "Got the sandwiches and——"
Second Jolly Angler (diving into creel). "Oh, yes, here they are, all right, and here's the whisk—but—tut-t-t, by Jove!—I've forgotten the fishing-tackle!!"
First Jolly Angler. "Oh, ne' mind—we'll get along quite well without that!"
REBUS IN ARDUIS
Tell me, stranger, ere I perish,
Of the fish men call the trout,
Ere I lose the hopes I cherish,