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A sure-fire recipe for cooling off:
Eighteen holes of golf.
One long cold shower.
One long cold ginger ale (flavored).
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Jackson Park society note: Applications for lockers at the Golf shelter
clubhouse should be made to-day—Mr. Jim McGinnis will assist in receiving
the guests, and the weather man has promised to pour.
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Query by the _Golfer’s Magazine_. “Does golf cause men to neglect their
wives?”
Not being a golfiac, we cannot say, but if the answer is in the
affirmative, the wives must be singularly unattractive.
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Is there another bore comparable with the man who is just learning golf?
He bores the friend who was so foolish as to show him the game. He bores
the good souls who are kind enough to play around with him. He bores his
family and all his acquaintances. And finally (if able to view himself
objectively) he bores himself.
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If we had not made a vow never again to parody “The Ancient Mariner” we
might easily turn one on the golfiac who holds you with his glittering
eye. But it would be a shame to do it.
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“When you have practised with your mashie on the various golf courses
around Chicago,” writes L. T., “and have hit a foot behind the ball and
splashed mud all over you and into your mouth, have you ever decided
which are the best tasting links?” Well, we fancy the Skokie pot bunkers,
though the Glen View links are uncommonly rich. We usually eat with a
niblick.
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It may not be possible to write an interesting baseball story in ordinary
English but it is possible in the case of Golf. The articles by Mr.
Darwin in the W. G. N. are uncommonly interesting. He was not long in
discovering that American players are weak with their irons, as any one
with half an eye can see. This weakness is due to over swinging and to
lack of instruction. Visit any golf club and watch the members play. Men
who have played for years are content to dub around in ninety something.
It is pathetic. The self-taught golfer moves us to tears.
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Golf in itself is not an important thing, but if a thing is worth doing
at all, it is worth doing well. It is worth doing gracefully, too, unless
nature has denied a man all sense of rhythm, which seldom happens.