A LET

'VAUNT-AGE

SERVING CAUGHT

SCREW AND TWISTER

THE "WRENCHER (RENSHAW) SMASH"

SMART RETURNS.

Golden Memories.—"I wonder why Mr. Poppstein serves with three balls?" "Old associations, I suppose."

Smith. "Let me put your name down for this tournament?"

Jones (who thinks himself another Renshaw, and doesn't care to play with a scratch lot). "A—thanks—no! I'd rather not!"

Smith. "Oh, they're frightful duffers, all of them! You'll stand a very fair chance! Do!"

Professional Jealousy.—Miss Matilda (referring to her new lawn tennis shoes, black, with india-rubber soles). "The worst of it is, they draw the feet so!" Our Artist (an ingenuous and captivating youth). "Ah, they may draw the feet; but they'll never do justice to yours, Miss Matilda!"

[Sighs deeply.

TRIALS OF THE UMPIRE AT A LADIES' DOUBLE

Lilian and Claribel. "It was out, wasn't it, Captain Standish?"

Adeline and Eleanore. "Oh, it wasn't out, Captain Standish, was it?"

THINGS ONE WOULD RATHER HAVE LEFT UNSAID

She. "Would you mind putting my lawn tennis shoes in your pockets, Mr. Green?"

He. "I'm afraid my pockets are hardly big enough, Miss Gladys; but I shall be delighted to carry them for you!"

Excited Young Lady. "Father, directly this set is over get introduced to the little man by the fireplace, and make him come to our party on Tuesday. Her Father. "Certainly, my dear, if you wish it. But—er—he's rather a scrubby little person, isn't he?" Excited Young Lady. "Father, do you know who he is? They tell me he is the amateur champion of Peckham! I don't suppose he'll play; but if you can get him just to look in, that will be something!"

A Nice Quiet Game for the Home.

This is only a little game of "Ping-pong" in progress, and some of the balls are missing!

PING-PONG IN THE STONE AGE

The first time Captain F. tried to play that pony he picked up so cheaply, he found it true to the description given of it by the late owner, who guaranteed it not in the least afraid of the stick.

A Long Shot. (Before the commencement of the polo match.)

Young Lady (making her first acquaintance with the game). "Oh, I wish you would begin. I'm so anxious to see the sweet ponie kick the ball about!"

[Her only excuse is that she hails from a great football county.

OUR LOCAL POLO MATCH

Excited Drummer. "Vat! He iss your only ball? Ach, donner und blitzen! he haf proke insides my only drum! You pay ze drum, you haf ze ball!"

"If you have any raw ponies, always play them in big matches; it gets them accustomed to the crowd, and the band, and things."

At Hurlingham.

Captain Smith (who is showing his cousins polo for the first time). "Well, what do you think of it?" Millicent. "Oh, we think it is a ripping game. It must be such awfully good practice for croquet!"

THE POSSIBILITIES OF CROQUET

The above represents the game of "All against All," as played by Brown, Miss Jones, and the Major.