The Game for Rackety Bishops.—Lawn-tennis.
Miss Delamode (of Belgravia). "Well, dear, I must be off. Don't you love Lord's?"
Miss Dowdesley (of Far-West Kensingtonia). "I'm sure I should, only——" (immersed in her own dreams)—"We don't know any!"
OUR VILLAGE CRICKET CLUB
I
At our opening match, Spinner, the demon left-hander, was again in great form. His masterly skill in placing the field, and his sound knowledge of the game, really won the match for us.