130 SPORTING REMINISCENCES 



" Is there jam in it ?" he asked sweetly. 



" There is, Major — raspberry jam." 



A man I know here went down to Dingle for the 

 week-end, where he insisted on finding an hotel for 

 himself, though he was warned that it would be 

 crowded. 



He bargained for a room for himself, went out 

 happily with his party, and came back to slumber, 

 the others were at a bigger hotel. 



His landlady met him smilingly to tell him they 

 were full entirely, an' she was sure he would have 

 no objection to sharin' his bed with a respectable 

 solicitor from Tralee. 



He had, and left. 



