[Illustration: ROBBERY WITH VIOLENCE _Lady_ (_who has just jumped on fallen Sportsman_). "I'm awfully sorry! I hope we didn't hurt you?" _Fallen Sportsman._ "Oh, I'm all right, thanks. But--er--do you mind leaving me my hat?"] * * * * * IN THE MIDLANDS _Belated Hunting Man_ (_to Native_). "Can you kindly point out the way to the Fox and Cock Inn?" _Native._ "D'ye mean the Barber's Arms?" _B. H. M._ "No, the Fox and Cock!" _Native._ "Well, that's what we call the Barber's Arms." _B. H. M._ "Why so?" _Native_ (_with a hoarse laugh_). "Well, ain't the Fox and Cock the same as the Brush and Comb?" [_Vanishes into the gloaming, leaving the B. H. M. muttering those words which are not associated with benediction, while he wearily passes on his way._ * * * * * APPROPRIATE TO THE WINTER SEASON For sportsmen, the old song long ago popular, entitled "_There's a Good Time Coming, Boys_," if sung by a M.F.H. with a bad cold, as thus: "_There's a Good Tibe Cubbing, Boys!_" * * * * * [Illustration: Mr. Briggs's hunting cap comes home, but that is really a thing Mrs. Briggs _can_ not, and _will_ not put up with!] * * * * * [Illustration: Mr. Briggs goes out with the Brighton Harriers. He has a capital day. The only drawback is, that he is obliged to lead his horse _up_ hill to ease him--] * * * [Illustration: and _down_ hill because he is afraid of going over his head--so that he doesn't get quite so much horse exercise as he could wish!] * * * * * AT THE HUNT BALL (_The Sad Complaint of a Man in Black_)