HUNTING SONG

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(To be sung when the Hounds meet at Colney Hatch or Hanwell)

Tantivy! Anchovy! Tantara!

The moon is up, the moon is up,

The larks begin to fly,

And like a scarlet buttercup

Aurora gilds the sky.

Then let us all a-hunting go,

Come, sound the gay French horn,

And chase the spiders to and fro,

Amid the standing corn.

Tantivy! Anchovy! Tantara!


Uncommonly Keen

"Why, where's the horse, Miss Kitty? By Jove, you're wet through! What has happened?"

"Oh, the stupid utterly refused to take that brook, so I left him and swam it. I couldn't miss the end of this beautiful thing!"


IN A BLIND DITCH

IN A BLIND DITCH

Sportsman (to friend, whom he has mounted on a raw four-year-old for "a quiet morning's outing"). "Bravo, Jack! Well done! That's just what the clumsy beggar wanted. Teach him to look where he's going!"


DRY HUMOUR

DRY HUMOUR

"Be'n't ye comin' over for 'im, mister?"


WIREPROOF

WIREPROOF

Sir Harry Hardman, mounted on "Behemoth," created rather a stir at the meet. He said he didn't care a hang for the barbed or any other kind of wire.


Not hurt, I hope

A SKETCH FROM THE MIDLANDS

"Hulloa, old chap! Not hurt, I hope?"

"Oh, no, no! Just got off to have a look at the view."


No jolly fear

Whip. "Here, here! Hold hard! Come back!"

Tommy (home for the holidays). "No jolly fear! You want to get first start!"


"Business First"

Favourite Son of M.F.H. (to old huntsman). "No, Smith, you won't see much more of me for the rest of the season; if at all."

Smith (with some concern). "Indeed, sir! 'Ow's that?"

Son of M.F.H. "Well, you see, I'm reading hard."

Smith (interrogatively). "Readin' 'ard, sir?"

Son of M.F.H. "Yes, I'm reading Law."

Smith. "Well, I likes to read a bit o' them perlice reports myself, sir, now an' then; but I don't allow 'em to hinterfere with a honest day's 'untin'."


An Omission best omitted

Brown (on foot). "Do you know what the total is for the season?"

Simkins (somewhat new to country life). "Fifteen pairs of foxes, the huntsman says. But he seems to have kept no count of rabbits or 'ares, and I know they've killed and eaten a lot of those!"


PUTTING IT NICELY

PUTTING IT NICELY

Young Lady (politely, to old Gentleman who is fiddling with gap). "I don't wish to hurry you, sir, but when you have quite finished your game of spilikins I should like to come!"


TERPSICHOREAN

TERPSICHOREAN

Sportsman (to Dancing Man, who has accepted a mount). "Hold on tight, sir, and she'll waltz over with you.


offer you a drink

Benevolent Stranger. "Allow me, sir, to offer you a drink!"

Unfortunate Sportsman (just out of brook). "Thanks; but I've had a drop too much already!"


THE MAGIC WORD

THE MAGIC WORD

Huntsman (having run a fox to ground, to yokel). "Run away down and get some o' your fellows to come up with spades, will ye? Tell 'em we're after hidden treasure!"


A CAPITAL DODGE

A CAPITAL DODGE

Among his native banks Old Poddles takes a lot of beating. He says there's nothing easier when you know how to negotiate 'em.


                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

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