At the Close of the Racing Season.—Owner (to friend, pointing to disappointing colt). There he is, as well bred as any horse in the world, but can't win a race. Now what's to be done with him?
Friend (suddenly inspired). Harness the beast in front of a motor-car. He'll have to travel, then.
Real Autumn Handy-Cap.—A deerstalker.
Uncle. "Ah, Milly, I'm afraid you've lost your money over that one. He's gone the wrong way!"
Milly (at her first race-meeting). "Oh, no, uncle, I'm all right. George told me to back it 'both ways.' "