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# "Told at the 19th Hole" - Golf Humor Column This page features a humorous poetry column and anecdotes about golf, set at Brookline Country Club in Boston, Massachusetts. The title references the "19th hole"—a golf tradition where players socialize at the clubhouse bar after completing 18 holes. The content comprises lighthearted stories about golfers' mishaps and competitive moments on the course. One anecdote mentions Grove City, Pennsylvania's poor golf course conditions; another describes a player named "Little Doctor L." joining a round and playing poorly. The satire is gentle social commentary targeting amateur golfers' vanity and competitive nature rather than political commentary. The illustration shows a golfer in action, accompanying these recreational leisure-class narratives typical of Judge magazine's affluent readership.
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wh Dat Told at the )* Hole Ballads of a Dub by ALN. ©. Fou Tee Thrown My Clubs O ,E under par for our first: three— day I started fairly well, So when [reached our new fourth tee T must admit that T felt swell And perfectly invincible. But, zowie! What Fate slipped me then! I took twelve for that hole, and, well, I've thrown my clubs away again! {way Again \ sliced drive in the rough, you see: Three out, then in a pit I fell, Wherein [ bo: aimlessly And what [said FI never tell While Twas flound’ring round pell-mel Until F made the green in ten. Ring down the curtain, toll the bell I've thrown my clubs away again. What people see in Its charm is but al You hook your ball into i Or lose it in some rocky dell. For those with cleeks and things to sell It's quite the cat’s meow, but when I'm trimmed by any nine-year gell I've thrown my clubs away again, LEnroi Shades of my niblick, fond farewell; Old putter, we must say Amen, Our flower is the immortelle I've thrown my clubs away again. WO golfers, finishing their first round, met under the showers in the club- room, Both were enthusiastic over the me and were questioning each other on pective sc Tow did it asked the first go for the first. time?” 1 the “And what did you do it in?” “Two hours and a half,” came back the unusual retort. G in the United Sta Sharon Golf Club, Sh: story of playing on with my friend, H drove off the number one tee. fairly good drive, but a little in rough. 1 followed with one down the fairway. I put my golf bag down near my ball and went over into the rough to help Mack. After a search we found his ball and returned to where I had left mine, but my bag was gone! There are PA., has one of the . if not the worst, y. Aver, of the , tells this as play an, who Brookline Country Club, Boston, Mass. no caddies on this course, and cafeteria [ is popular in the neighborhood twosome of ted to be in hurry to ‘ound and one would walk in front of the other while his partner was making shot. Finally the inevitabl: and the man advancing in front was hit by a fast driven ball, which th: other man had neglected to announce |) halloing “Fore.” The man, who was hit came back rub- bing his he i man, let me tell you somethin f own good. When you shoot yell “fore.” ee ITTLE DOCTOR L., who has just 4 taken up the ame into the locker-room and joined the group at th: 19th hole. “How vou comin’, Doc?” he was asked. “Well. E played ten on the first, and twelve on the Second,” he replied in his perky way, “and then on the third I blew up.-—-S. B. Lixpsay, Marion, Ind.