Judge, 1922-09-02 · page 8 of 36
Judge — September 2, 1922 — page 8: what you’re looking at
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# Explanation for Modern Readers This Judge magazine page (date unclear from image) presents three golf-themed pieces of humor: 1. **"The Golfer's Daily Dozen"** — A humorous instructional song by Harold C. Warren mocking golf instruction, with exaggerated advice about stance, grip, and swing technique. The joke is that despite following these directions, golfers still struggle and can't achieve perfection. 2. **Two brief anecdotes**: - A joke about a newly appointed greens committee chairman wanting to make holes "two quart holes" (larger/easier) — a drinking reference - A racist stereotype joke about a Black woman seeking divorce because her husband's religious conversion meant no more chicken dinners 3. **"Hole-in-One-Club"** — A longer story by Johnstone Vance describing an actual hole-in-one at Shuttle Meadow Club, Connecticut. The humor lies in the ball's improbable path: it bounced twice, became lodged between the flagpole and cup, yet still counted as a legitimate hole-in-one. The page reflects early 20th-century country club culture and period attitudes, including casual racism typical of that era's popular magazines.
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Edwin Levick Told at the, “19 Hole Columbia Country Club, Washington, D. C. The Golfer’s Daily Dozen (To be sung at all hazards! hy Harold ©, Warren ATCH your stance, watch your grip Don't you let those fingers slip! Elbows in, eyes on ball, Steady-headed through it all. If you follow my direction, You'll soon a golfer t You cannot attain pe But you can— Perhaps you can, Oh, I surely hope you can!) Improve decidedly. tion, Pivot hip, steady back: | Keep your club-head in its track. Never press: If you do, You will fail to follow through. “ pork members of the board of govern- ors of Minikahda Club, including a newly elected. president, were enjoyir highballs after a close game and were di cussing the appointment to be made for the ensuing year of chairmen of the vi ious committees. The president said to one of the govern- ors, who by the way, loved the socia- bility of the 19th Hole, that he was to he appointed chairman of the greens com- mittee. The new chairman accepted in- stantly and in the same breath said that his first official act would be to make the holes “two quart holes instead one.”"—W, A. Durst, Minikahda. ttt “Misto iawyer,” said a colored woman, “Ah wants to git a divorcement from Rastus.” “What is the nature of the trouble between you and Rastus. Mandy?” the lawyer asked. ‘Misto Lawyer, Rastus nas just gone plumb crazy on religion and I hain't had a taste of chicken in almost a month.” Sixth hole, Shuttle Meadow Club. Vardon and Ray on green Hole-in-One-Club The initiation of Johnstone Vance of the Shuttle Meadow Club, New Britain, Conn I STARTED training for the “Hole in One Club but early enough. weary round of golf I pla fromthe erring surface of my club, fled further and straighter than th in life—not as early as some, ed, many a startled divot fled I Tat d. So passed the history of the pre-hole-in-one days. Came the day when circumstances w propitious, when "twas right for the big event Doc ja and myself had arranged a match over the justly famous in fact it was raining when we Shuttle Meadow course. It rained when we arrive ted quit, but the feeling that golf must be played, that sc We played. No untoward incidents marked the first five ed merrily from the bunkers and the rough and putted on the soggy greens. Then the sixth—it is a short hole, pitched from the top of a hill to an “island” ully I scanned the h intervening. Care n, with a deep brook and plenty of rou says Doc, as th n, testing the wind. I swung—“that will be useful,” soared against the sky. It was visible all the way. It struck the green three feet in front of the pin, bounced high and struck ag: in direct line. On the second bounce it stop) suddenly. We went down to the green and found the ball wedged between the bamboo flag pole and the t ‘up, more than half submerged in the hole. It had landed in the hole between the cup and the pin on the second bound and was firmly driven into an area smaller than the diameter of the ball. The rest of the nine (we were only able to play nine holes) passed somehow, and we were back to the comfort of the 19th hole, with a plentiful opportunity te tell how it was done. We are doing so yet, the Doe and I. ‘ 50 on the nine—with a 1. t time I played the hole I landed in the brook and was down in six. “t play golf, but I got a hole in 1—once. —The Doc is out of prescription blanks, Jounstone Vance. =