From his short passes to the hip-length tan winter coat he slipped on after the game, Pennington proved in myriad ways that he was all about being practical, not peacocky.

Hunting with hawks was superior to using the bow-and-arrow because man no longer needed stealth and subterfuge in his approach to quarry but could send his emissary instead. Undoubtedly, many hawks used venatically were lost; […]

Men—even those strongly addicted to the weed—seldom smoked in their own houses, the female prejudice against the after-scent of tobacco running remarkably high in the early “fifties.”

‘But still,’ he said to himself, drawing the metamorphoses of a red admiral, egg, caterpillar, chrysalis and imago on his pad, ‘what shall I say to him when we meet?’