She was bunked from the convent last term. I don't quite know what for.

He knew no Beverage but the flowing Stream; / His taſteful well-earn'd Food the ſilvan Game, […]

The furore over Penguin's wise and brave decision to “reflect the diversity of British society” in its publishing and hiring output seems to have awoken the usual knuckle-dragging, semi-blind suspects with their endlessly repeated terrors and fears.

Hitting from the Jungle. The rough at some courses is just weeds and sparse grass, as often as not giving a player a decent lie to shoot from. But grass above four inches is nasty. It will grab your club and alter your shots.