Plum Punch: The Game's the Thing

AFTER THE OTTER (By our Confirmed Grumbler) The visitor gives his cap a hitch to one side to indicate the sportsman, grasps his hazel walking-stick (white crooked handle and spike complete for eighteen-pence), and prepares to dash off in any direction in which the otter may show himself. There is a pause. He waits. He continues to wait. “No,” says a grizzled follower of the chase, in answer to a question. “Hardly think we shall be starting just yet. You see, the chief point about an otter hunt is the lunch. Your true sportsman has discarded the otter’s pad as a club badge. He now wears the legend ‘Never lose sight of the lunch,’ conspicuously embroidered on his cap. Before the hunt can be begun, elaborate instructions must be given to the driver of the provision-van. He must be told exactly where luncheon is to be taken, and that sort of thing, don’t you know. What