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Barbarous Technicalities of Lawn-Tennis.—Woolwich Cadet (suddenly, to his poor grandmother, who has had army on the brain ever since he passed his exam). "The service is awfully severe, by Jove! Look at Colonel Pendragon—he invariably shoots or hangs!"⁠His Poor Grandmother "Good Heavens, Algy! I hope you won't be in his regiment!"

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