Tally Ho!

The visiting American was quite upset by his sudden drop in popularity. During his first week in England he had been invited almost everywhere, feted and entertained. Now, for reasons unknown, his phone had fallen silent and no invitations appeared in the mail. Perplexed, he called his friend Sir Reginald.

"Reggie, old boy, you can speak frankly with me," said the man, "What's happened? I'm being virtually ostracized."

"Well, old chap," Reggie replied, "think back to the royal fox hunt last week. I'm afraid it's customary to cry 'Tally ho! Your Majesty' when you sight the fox -- not, I'm afraid, 'There goes the dirty little son-of-a-bitch, toots!'"