Sir: A tall youth who golfs (by courtesy) at Jaxon park has a wig-wag and
swing which suggests a combination of St. Vitus, tango, and locomotor
ataxia. As he was teeing off with much ceremony the other day a Scotch
devotee of the game remarked: “’Tis a great game! There’s a mon who gets
a’ there is in it. Before he heets the ba’ he’s used every mooscle in his
body except his ears.”