SEASON OF 1920-1921 



CUBBING— 1920 



As Sabretache in The Tatler once said: 



" There 's no use beating about the bush; one might just 

 as well come right out and 'fess up like a man, and admit 

 that there is only one real sport, and that is the pursuit 

 of Charles James Fox. 



"You may fool yourself, about the first of April, into 

 thinking that you want to go fishing, so fishing you go; 

 and it's a good ten-to-one shot that they won't bite that 

 day, and they don't; but you can think up a good reason 

 why, and, besides, you 've had a nice day in the open, and 

 smelled a lot of good meadow and marshy smells. But two 

 or three such days, and you put the fishing kit away; and 

 then later on maybe try a bit of yachting; but yachting 

 needs two very important things, a regular girl to amuse 

 you, and a dead certainty that you are not going to get 

 seasick; and if Dame Fortune favors you and you don't get 

 seasick, you spend most of your idle moments thinking of 

 hunting. So that only goes to prove it's the one and only 

 sport; and, besides, what else can a decent-minded man 

 think of but the fox.? 



" So here it is, the first of September again, and the gees 

 have been up from grass for five weeks, and squeal and 

 buck every time you go out for a ride. You know for sure 

 where there are several splendid litters of cubs, and when 

 that first morning comes, it's a bit sultry, hot, and very 

 wet; but the thrill you get when they all open up on the 

 line at once, and just in the very spot where you have 

 known they would for weeks ahead ! Well, it 's here again 



