Judge, 1917-04-07 · page 5 of 28
Judge — April 7, 1917 — page 5: what you’re looking at
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This page from *Judge* magazine contains humorous poetry mocking golf etiquette and a golfer's excuses. The four illustrated panels at top show a woman persistently appearing alongside a golfer in various scenic locations, captioned "HE WAS ALWAYS THERE. AND THE DOCTOR ADVISED A CHANGE OF SCENE!"—suggesting the golfer cannot escape an unwanted female companion despite traveling. The main poem "Seven?" satirizes a golfer making absurd excuses for poor play, repeatedly claiming "I made that hole in seven!" The accompanying illustration "ON THE RAGGED EDGE" shows a frustrated golfer. The satire targets golf culture's obsession with scores and players' tendency to fabricate explanations for bad performance, poking fun at the sport's pretentiousness and dishonesty among enthusiasts.
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PARODIES tig FL GREGORY Seven? A. . a Golfer-man, Asthmatic as to breath, Should stamp and swear and tear his hair And look as pale as death “O Golfer-man, I greatly fear You'll lose your chance of Heaven; Why do you cuss?” He answered thus “T made that hole in seven!” “And are you sure?” I kindly asked. Count over every stroke.” The Golfer-man he thought awhile, \nd after thinking spoke “Let's see—I topped from off the tee; My second found a pit; Got out in three and on in four, Then took three putts—that’s it.” “And are you sure—" I sternly asked, “Quite sure—that that is all?” “Er—well—I swung four other times, But didn’t hit the ball.” HE WAS ALWAYS THERE. AND THE DOCTOR ADVISED A CHANGE OF SCENE! GREEN 4 ~ cr OF THE MARTSWICK FAIR 4 y 6 “Ii you did that,” [sadly said “Your total is eleven!” “Oh, no!” the Golfer-man replied “*T made that hole in seven!” I quoted from the Rules of Golf, I showed him how to score it; I told him, when he made a swing He couldn't well ignore it I proved to him that he was wrong, ‘That he had had eleven; But still he murmured in his beard “T made that hole in seven!” “You knickered oaf!" I stormed at him, “You don’t know how to count! You couldn't total two plus two And get the right amount! “You couldn’t change a dollar bill And make it come out even!” But though I shriek and rant and cry That gnarled old idiot makes reply, “I made that hole in seven!" LA (2S) nv # ON THE RAGGED EDGE comicbooks.com