Judge, 1922-09-09 · page 12 of 36
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# "Told at the 19th Hole": Golf Club Humor from Judge Magazine This page collects humorous golf anecdotes, a popular format in early 20th-century magazines. The "19th hole" (the clubhouse bar) is the traditional setting for golf stories. The main cartoons satirize golfers' rule-bending and excuses: 1. **"Woof!"** mocks blind handicaps through a story where a player exploits vague terms, deliberately disrupting his opponent's swing as his agreed "woof" (handicap allowance), ruining the game. 2. **The Shawnee story** ridicules a police judge who literalizes rules: when told he could "tee it up," he carries his ball 100 yards up the fairway rather than dropping it—absurd rule-lawyering presented as humor. 3. **Other anecdotes** joke about golfers fabricating excuses ("no spectators were present" to witness good play) and physical comedy (a player buried in a sand trap asking to borrow a niblick). The humor targets golfers' pretentious rule-knowledge and their tendency to rationalize poor play through technicalities rather than accepting honest defeat.
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$2 Rtas (to Fagg 1,4 Edwin Levick. Woof! FP WO members of the same clu them a good golfer and the rather indifferent. player, were in the habit of playing a round or two a week witheach other. ‘The better player of the two won so consistently that the second finally demanded that he be given a handicap or there would be no- more Sun morning games between then After a little argument he finally agre and asked what sort of a handicap his friend wanted, “Well, Harry,” he said. “I think that round would be about one of other a two ‘woofs’ a 1; what is a‘we ‘woof’ is, I'll show you when the time comes.” His friend, wishing to play and no other partner in sight, finally consented to giving him the “woofs.” They started off and played four or five holes with no advat to either one. On the sixth hole Harry had a long brassie shot and just as he started his forward swing his friend jumped in front of him waving his “woof” at the top of arms and shouted his lings. The result’ was all that imagined. When he finally co and became coherent enough to talk he wanted to know why in the name of all that was holy he did that. “Well, you said that I could have two ‘woofs’ a round, that was one of them and I have another coming.” The rest of that game was too sad to relate, for Harry was in continual fear that he would be “woofed” and in conse- quence he dubbed every shot he at- tempted. Moral: Never accept a blind handicap. —Josrern M. Wausu, Fox Hill C. C., Pittston, Pa: could be led down tee TPHAT a golf ball will travel better from the rocks at Shawnee course when carried by hand to a good lie in the fairway then dropped for the us alty that goes with an unp! and chopped out with the ni opinion of George H. West, police judge, In a friendly match with A, J. Herrod, former police judge, and Paul J. Cubbi- son, attorney, recently at Shawnee, West ‘ Playing to the gallery at the 18th hole. Midlothian Country Club, Chicago, III. shot the ball into the rocky crevice, mak- ing his next shot unph Herr instructed him to take the hazard and tee it up. Herrod then proceeded to lay his approach. Upon turning around, look- ing for West, he found the police juc close behind him, carrying his ball and wanting to drop it, 100 yards up the fairway. “You said I could tee it up, so T thought L would carry it,” Judge West replied to Her This is the latest golf story going the rounds at what is left of the 19th hole at Shawnee.—Atvort Hacer, Sports Editor, Kansas City, Kansan. Prey “T had a great game yesterday,” said he in the clubhous ine holes under bogey, overcame two stymies, and won in 8 and 6 but unfortunately no spectators were present.” “Only one ssional name T know son,” replied an over- hearing cynic.—T. P. Low, La Jolla, Cal. Ste PLAYER sliced into a deep trap at 4% the Yountakah Country Club, Nut- y, N.J., the other day, and muttering imprecations descended into. it with Polite Perkins—Allowme to suggest, madam, that you are sitting in a danger- ous spot. If I should be fortunate enough to hit that little ball, no one can foretell the consequence. 10 While a fellow-player his trusty niblick. unce he saw clouds of awaited his reappe sand and dust arise from the depths and a blue atmosphere gather over the grave of his friend's golf hopes for that day. A steady, dull thudding could be heard from below, until suddenly it the departed one’s voice was lifte: Mac! Lend me your niblick! “Whassamatter, break yours?” “No, but mine's red hot!"—Van Dyk MacBrive, Yountakah, Nutley, N. J. sae GNORANCE of the rules excuses- when you can get away with it. A distinguished physician, decorated by several foreign governments for war service, but a duffer at golf, was playing with another duffer. After a number of unsuccessful efforts to get their tee shots across a creek, the attempt was aban- doned by both. As they left the tee the distinguished physician said to his opponent, “You have agreed to give me two bisques. I will take one on this hole which puts me one up.” And the opponent, whose ignor the rules was quite as great as th the distinguished physician, assent Cuarence A. Branpensurc, Denver Cc... ice of tae "THE captain was wearing his soul and body out in the endeavor to teach the “rookies” the proper) manner in which to enter his august presence and request his severe attention, The for- mula was: “Private Blank wishes. to speak to the commanding officer.” Hank Mullins had on three succeeding occasions utterly failed to successfully make the required speech, His natural backwardness, abetted by the fright which the grim captain inspired, left him tongue-tied every time he got inside the door, Now, sir, one more trial, and if you fall down, the kitchen for you. Now go back, and enter once mor Hank knocked, fearfully Well? What is i And Hank reeled off the following: “sir, Private Mullins, 211 South Eighth street, Memphis, ‘Tenn., wants to speak to you!” “Come in!