THE SUPREME TEST.
The Civilian. "I don't know how you do it. Fancy marchin' thirty miles with the rifle, and that pack on yer back!"
The Tommy. "Yes, and mind You—it's Tipperary all the way!">[
Our Sporting Press Again. "Sporting rifles have been bought in Paris for pheasant-shooting."—Daily News.
THE CHRISTMAS SPIRIT.
I was sitting in front of the fire—dozing, I daresay—when he was announced.
"Father Christmas."