Englishman (having partaken of his friend's flask, feels as if he had swallowed melted lead). "Terribly strong! Pure whiskey, is it not?"
Irishman. "Faith! not at all! It's greatly diluted with gin!"
Railway Porter (who has been helping lady to mount). "I hope you'll 'ave a good day, ma'am."
Lady Diana. "I just hope we'll find a fox."
Porter (innocently). "Oh, that's all right, ma'am. The fox came down by the last train!"]
Fitz-Noodle's Harriers, after a capital run, have killed--a fox!
Incensed local M.F.H. "Confound it, sir, you have killed one of my foxes!"
F. N. "It's all right, old chap! You may kill one of my hares!"]
