The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft,
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
The turf upon the fairgreen still is soft,
And offers many perfect brassie lies.
* * * * *
When Rome started to burn Nero turned to fiddling. Had there been a golf
course nearby he likely would have golfed instead.
* * * * *
Lady giving order for a caddie at a Country club: “Please send me two
small ones or one large one.”
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Golf is a great game because it leads a man to self-restraint and poise.
There is the case of the philosophical player at Glenview. After topping
three new balls into the river he threw his midiron into the drink,
pitched his bag of clubs after it, and then chased the caddie to the
clubhouse.
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The abolition of the stymie by the Western Golf Association will be
applauded by those golfers—or, rather, golf players—who delight in five
and ten-cent syndicates. When a man has a jitney or a drive invested in a
hole it is “unfair” to have his investment jeopardized by a stymie. Then
again, the holes are too small. The W. G. A. might consider enlarging the
cup to the diameter of a peck measure.