"No," replied the alien enemy, still trembling.
"Undo the catch of that stick," commanded the Inspector. With fumbling fingers the alien enemy did so—and drew forth a silk umbrella.
First Golfer (to friend who has come from a distance to play with him). "But, my dear chap, where are your clubs?"
Second Golfer. "Hush! Not a word! I've got 'em disguised in here."
Two consecutive advertisements in The Portsmouth Evening News:—
"Lost, Sunday, Ring, with G.H.E. stamped on it."
"Why Lose Articles? Name, or initials engraved, 6d."