More Lawn Tennis Lobs

(Served by Dumb-Crambo Junior.)

Smith. “Let me put your name down for this tournament?”

Jones (who thinks himself another Renshaw, and doesn’t care to play with a scratch lot). “A—thanks—no! I’d rather not!”

Smith. “Oh, they’re frightful duffers, all of them! You’ll stand a very fair chance! Do!”

THINGS ONE WOULD RATHER HAVE LEFT UNSAID

She. “Would you mind putting my lawn tennis shoes in your pockets, Mr. Green?”

He. “I’m afraid my pockets are hardly big enough, Miss Gladys; but I shall be delighted to carry them for you!”

A Long Shot. (Before the commencement of the polo match.)

Young Lady (making her first acquaintance with the game). “Oh, I wish you would begin. I’m so anxious to see the sweet ponie kick the ball about!”

[Her only excuse is that she hails from a great football county.