[From Tom Daly’s department in the Philadelphia Ledger.]
Somebody, probably our favorite story-teller among golfers, narrated
to us the tale of a man whom the same John D. invited to play on the
Rockefeller private course at Cleveland. The guest had neglected to
provide himself with balls. “Lend Mr. Blank a couple of old balls,
George,” said the host to his caddie. “There’s no old balls in the bag,
Mr. Rockefeller,” replied the caddie. “No?” exclaimed the host, and after
a pause, “well, I guess you’ll have to lend him a new one, then.”
* * * * *
We have wondered ever and anon—and sometimes as frequently as now and
then—where the illustrators get their golf models for the decorating of
magazine covers. Perhaps on public links, where there is no grip or
stance so absurd that it may not be observed.