My friends will certainly have to wait for their venison, for, strange to say, that is the seventeenth buck I have maimed this morning who has managed to drag himself off after being hit.
Fortunately the officers of the Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals are engaged in Town.
While this lasts, however, there cannot be a doubt but that the quality of the sport is excellent.
I wonder whether the Conservators are really fully aware of what a regular good time of it I'm having.
"LONDON QUITE EMPTY!"
Sketched in October—East by West.