_Tinker._ "What?"
_Golfer._ "Get out of the way!"
_Tinker._ "What for?"
_Golfer._ "I might hit you."
_Tinker._ "Thee'd best _not_, young man!"]
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[Illustration:
_Licensed Caddy._ "Carry your clubs, sir?"
_Jones_ (_who has chartered a small boy at a cheap rate_).
"No, I've got a caddy."
_Licensed Caddy._ "Carry your caddy, sir?"]
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"AS SHE IS SPOKE."--(_In the train from Nice._) _Enthusiastic Golfer_
(_to friend, as train stops at Golfe-Juan_): "Oh, here we are! This
must be the place. '_Golfe_,' golf. '_Juan_,' _jeu_, play, you know.
Yes, this is evidently the station for the links!"
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THE NATURAL CREST OF EVERY GOLF CLUB.--The lynx.
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FIVE-O'CLOCK "TEES."--Suburban golf.
[Illustration: Punch]
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[Illustration:
THE RULING PASSION.--_Laden and perspiring stranger._ "Could you kindly
tell me how far it is to the station?"
_Sportsome Native._ "About a full drive, two brassies and a putt."]
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