FOR ARD AWAY I 5 I 



old, and likely to get less so still, as 

 the world gets more democratic every day, 

 and there's a beastly commercialism in 

 the air, breathe where one may. 



IVe just remembered a yarn about old 

 Bob Oliver, a gruff, hard-riding old farmer, 

 who farmed his own land, had hunted 

 three or four days a week all his life, was 

 undisturbed by mortgages or overdrafts, 

 and not overburdened with civility or 

 courtesy. 



One day there appeared on the scene 

 Lord Wodehouse of Wodehouse, who was 

 staying with Squire A. in the Brocklesby 

 country. Hounds found in due course, 

 and it was easy to see by the way they 

 spoke and ran it was a scenting morning, 

 and a good run was in store. Lord Wode- 

 house of Wodehouse blocked the way at 

 the gate at the end of the ride, and after 

 several wasted seconds in a futile attempt 



