The above caddie (in the course of his third round with Colonel Foozle, who always takes out a collection of two dozen clubs, if only for the look of the thing) begins to doubt if he, the caddie, really belongs to the idle classes, as stated in the papers.
"HOW'S THAT, UMPIRE?"
Golf Player. "Now then, what are you grinning at, boy? Don't you know where the ball is?"
Caddie. "Yus, sir, I know, sir. Please, sir, that there dun cow 've swallered it!"
