Another Lenten Sacrifice.—Golf Caddie (to Curate). "High tee, sir?"
Curate. "No; put it on the ground. I give up sand during Lent."
Voice from the Hill. "Now then, you young coward, don't stand about all day. Why don't you take it away from the dog?"
Boy (to young lady, who has been unfortunate enough to upset Colonel Bunker). "You'd better ride on before 'e gets 'is breath, miss!"