A man may be an ass to join too many clubs but he's always a fool to resign from any of 'em.

You ask the weatherwise what resigning from a club forecasts.
It's the first ominous sign in a young man's career." "What's the second sign ?" asked O'Hara, with a yawn.
"Squadron talk; and you're full of it," retorted Fleetwood--"'I said to the major,' and 'The captain told the chief trumpeter'-- all that sort of thing--and those Porto Rico spurs of yours, and the ewe-necked glyptosaurus you block the bridle-path with every morning.

You're an awful nuisance, Tom, if anybody should ask me." Under cover of a rapid-fire exchange of pleasantries between Fleetwood and O'Hara, Plank turned to Mortimer, hesitating: "I rather liked Siward when I met him at Shotover," he ventured.

"I'm very sorry he's down and out." "He drinks," shrugged Mortimer, diluting his mineral water with Irish whisky.

"He can't let it alone; he's like all the Siwards.