The burning question which divides golfers into two hostile camps is the
choice between knickerbockers and trousers. Personally I favour the
latter, but it is only right to explain that ever since I was gaffed in
the leg by my friend Viscount ---- when out cub-sticking with the
Cottesmore I have never donned knickers again. To a man with a really
well-turned calf and neat ankles I should say, wear knickerbockers
whenever you get a chance. The late Lord Septimus Boulger, who had very
thick legs, and calves that seemed to begin just above the ankles, used
to wear knickerbockers because he said it put his opponent off his play.
If I may say so without offence, he was a real funny chap, though a
careless dresser, and I am told that his father, old Lord Spalding, has
never been the same man since his death.