If you bring your own lunch
And frugally munch
Your sandwich and cake
For economy's sake;
If you strictly abstain
From sloe-gin and champagne,
Never touching a drop
Save perhaps ginger-pop;
If you're clever enough
To keep out of the rough,
If you don't slice or hook
Into pond, dyke or brook
Your new three-shilling ball,
And, best saving of all,
If you carry your clubs,
You can pay heavy "subs.,"
Fees for entrance and greens,
Without straining your means,
And, though you're a middle-
Class man, not a peer,
Agree with LORD RIDDELL
That golf isn't dear.
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[Illustration: _Cheery Sportsman._ "HAD SIX FALLS IN TWO DAYS, HAVE
YOU? WELL, CHEER UP. YOUR LUCK'S BOUND TO CHANGE SOON. THESE THINGS
ALWAYS COME IN CYCLES."
_Rough Rider._ "MINE SEEM TO COME IN MOTOR LORRIES."]
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