Amanda did not win the prize brooch; but Aunt Susannah did, in spite of an overwhelming handicap, and gave it to her. She does not often wear it--possibly because rubies are not becoming to her: possibly because its associations are too painful. * * * * * [Illustration: THE RETORT COURTEOUS.--(_The Major-General waiting to drive, to girl carrying baby, who blocks the way_). "Now then, hurry on please with that baby." _Girl._ "Garn! Baby yerself, playing at ball there in your knickerbockers an' all!"] * * * * * [Illustration: A GOLF TOURNAMENT IN YE TIME OF YE ROMANS _From a rare old frieze (not) in ye British Museum._] * * * * * [Illustration: "Anyway, it's better to break one's ---- clubs than to lose one's ---- ---- temper!!"] * * * * * [Illustration: A PLACE FOR EVERYTHING.--_Obstructive Lady (in reply to the golfer's warning call)._ "The whole world wasn't made for golf, sir." _Youngster._ "No; but the links _wis_. 'Fore!"] * * * * * [Illustration: Unenviable position of Mr. Pottles, whose record drive has just landed fairly in the ribs of irascible old Colonel Curry, out for his constitutional canter.] * * * * * [Illustration: _Aunt Jabisca (pointing to earnest golfer endeavouring to play out of quarry)._ "Dear me, Maud, what a respectably dressed man that is breaking stones!"] * * * * * [Illustration: Suggestion for a rainy day. Spillikins on a grand scale.] * * * * * [Illustration: GOLF À LA WATTEAU--AND OTHERWISE] * * * * * [Illustration: _Major Brummel (comparing the length of his and his opponent's "drives")._ "I think I'm shorter than Mr. Simkins?" _Small Caddie (a new hand, greatly flattered at being asked, as he thinks, to judge of their personal appearance)._ "Yes, sir, and fatterer too, sir!" [_Delight of the gallant Major._] ] * * * * * [Illustration: ARRY AT GOLF.] * * * * * [Illustration: _Miss Dora (to Major Putter, who is playing an important match, and has just lost his ball)._ "Oh, Major, do come and take your horrid ball away from my little dog. He won't let me touch it, and I know he must be ruining his teeth!"] * * * * * THE LOST GOLFER [The sharp decline of ping-pong, whose attractions at its zenith seduced many golfers from the nobler sport, has left a marked void in the breasts of these renegades. Some of them from a natural sense of shame hesitate to return to their first love. The conclusion of the following lines should be an encouragement to this class of prodigal.]