Yoicks! : heads and tales, tips and turns over (with a spill or two thrown in) . l gone. Wheres yours ? My what? Your bait. He hadnt thought of bringing any. The pommel, the Other Jones once said, is that part sticking up in frontof the saddle you catch hold of when you jump over a fence. I SAY, look here, Jones ! said somebody, one day after dinner, interruptingour Other in the middle of an extraordinary story of an encounter with a shark;you said you were naked in the water. How, then, did you get that clasp knifeout of r pocket ? Well, said our Other, with dignity, if you know my story bett
Yoicks! : heads and tales, tips and turns over (with a spill or two thrown in) . l gone. Wheres yours ? My what? Your bait. He hadnt thought of bringing any. The pommel, the Other Jones once said, is that part sticking up in frontof the saddle you catch hold of when you jump over a fence. I SAY, look here, Jones ! said somebody, one day after dinner, interruptingour Other in the middle of an extraordinary story of an encounter with a shark;you said you were naked in the water. How, then, did you get that clasp knifeout of r pocket ? Well, said our Other, with dignity, if you know my story better than I do,you d better tell it yourself, hadnt you ? Go on. HTJiai^IEnD. The man who, looking in at a friends house when wet through, after a day^sshooting, imprudently dried himself with a pound of gunpowder in his coat-tailpocket, went between the front doorposts witli the door under his right arm,and was found some distance off outside trying to shake his left leg loose fromthe scraper. He said he had no time to say good night. 103 JUDYS LUNATIC CONTRIBUTORON THE
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