SEYMOUR, we understand, sympathised warmly with Mr. TAYLOR over this piece
of bad luck.

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[Illustration: MANNERS AND MODES.

DARBY AND JOAN (FOR THE PREVAILING EPIDEMIC SPARES NEITHER AGE NOR VIRTUE)
FAIL TO FIND THE WINNER OF THE 2.30.]

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[Illustration: AT WIMBLEDON.

_Umpire._ "FORTY, THIRTY, SLASHER."

_Diana_ (_fresh from Ascot_). "PUT ME THIRTY SHILLINGS ON."]

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A DOG'S LIFE.

The life of a public man is a dog's life. I don't know why a dog's life
should be the type and summit of unpleasantness in lives; for myself I
should have thought it was rather a good life; no clothes to buy and no
shortage of smells; but there it is. The reason is perhaps that a dog
spends most of his day just finding a really good smell and being diverted
from it by something else, a loud whistle in front or a motor-bicycle or
another smell. He rushes off then after the whistler or the motor-bicycle
or the new smell, missing all kinds of good smells on the way and never