Has anybody ever seen a dramatic critic in the daytime? Of course not. They come out after dark, up to no good.

A girl who bonnets a policeman with an ashcan full of bottles is obviously good wife-and-mother timber.

What is Love compared with holing out before your opponent?

He was a long, stripy policeman, who flowed out of his uniform at odd spots, as if Nature, setting out to make a constable, had had a good deal of material left over which she had not liked to throw away but hardly seemed able to fit into the general scheme.

There was the man who seemed to be attempting to decieve his ball and lull it into a false sense of security by looking away from it and then making a lightning slash in the apparent hope of catching it off its guard.

I attribute my whole success in life to a rigid observance of the fundamental rule - Never have yourself tattooed with any woman's name, not even her initials.

Golf, like measles, should be caught young.