NAMES OF GOLF CLUBS.--The latest addition to the list is, so far as we are aware, the "Sammy," but efforts are being made to induce the St. Andrews authorities to sanction the "Biffy," a combination of the jigger and the baffy, and the "Duncher," a powerful weapon for extricating the ball out of rushes, tar and other viscous lies. * * * * * THE JUGGINS FAMILY.--This family claims descent from Joskin ap Gwyggan, the last native prince who ruled in Dwffryn. The earlier lines in the descent are doubtful. The various families claiming to spring from Joskin adopted different patronymics in the fifteenth and succeeding centuries, amongst which may be noted Joskins, Gherkin, Guggenheimer, and Gaga. * * * * * Illustration: THE OLD REFRAIN. _First Old Lady._ "MY DEAR, WHAT _DO_ YOU THINK OF THIS WAR? ISN'T IT TERRIBLE?" _Second Old Lady._ "AWFUL! BUT IT CAN'T LAST LONG; _THE POWERS WILL SURELY INTERVENE_." * * * * * Illustration: _The Patriot._ "HOARD MY GOLD! I'D STARVE FIRST!" * * * * * MIDDLECOMBE _v_. PADDLEWICK. I. _Philip Renwick to Charles Holcombe._ Room 99, X.Y.Z. Offices, Whitehall, _8th August, 1914._ DEAR CHARLIE,--Can you possibly turn out for us on Thursday next _v_. Paddlewick? We lost to them rather heavily in May last and are anxious to give them a sound beating. Their fast bowler is playing for them again, I hear, and we absolutely rely on your help. Can you get off for the day? Yours ever, P. R. II. _Charles Holcombe to Philip Renwick._ Room 83, P.Q.R. Offices, Lombard Street, _9th August, 1914._ MY DEAR PHIL,--Thanks for yours. Will try to manage it next Thursday, but am doubtful. My chief, though a capable official, is no sport, and I anticipate difficulties. I had a day off only two weeks ago for cricket. Will do my best. Thine, C. H. III. _Charles Holcombe to Philip Renwick._ P.Q.R. _10th August, 1914._ MY DEAR PHIL,--Awfully sorry; no luck _re_ Thursday. Boss hopeless. I broached the matter this morning (without actually asking for permission), but I fear the worst. You had better get another man for the Paddlewick match. So sorry. Yours ever, CHARLIE HOLCOMBE. IV. _Philip Renwick to Charles Holcombe._ X.Y.Z. _10th August, 1914._ MY DEAR CHARLIE,--We shall be absolutely in the cart without you. They've got an awfully hot fast bowler. Bartram now tells me he can't possibly turn out, and you are the only really decent bat I know. We simply _can't_ lose to Paddlewick again--we shall never hear the last of it. (No one need know that you don't play regularly for Middlecombe.) Do try your best, old man. Mightn't your Aunt Martha be seriously ill? Yours ever, PHIL. V. _Charles Holcombe to Philip Renwick_ (_wire._)