Judge, 1922-10-14 · page 13 of 36
Judge — October 14, 1922 — page 13: what you’re looking at
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# Analysis of This Judge Magazine Page This page from *Judge* contains three golf anecdotes presented as humorous social commentary on the sport's growing popularity in early 20th-century America. **The Stories:** 1. A nine-year-old caddie's honest assessment that he loves golf except for "carrying this bag"—satirizing the gap between players' enjoyment and laborers' burden. 2. An ex-Sheriff Foley's lucky shot where his ball hits a tree and bounces perfectly onto the green for a birdie. The irony: bystanders marvel at the "skill" while the shot was purely accidental, mocking both gullible observers and the luck involved in golf. 3. A humorous setup about an absentminded gentleman's etiquette during a ladies' foursome. **The Cartoon** (by Rene Clarke) depicts an elaborate formal tea service, likely illustrating the leisure-class pretensions surrounding golf clubs—these were exclusive social venues where afternoon teas mattered as much as the game itself. The satire targets golf's rapid adoption among the wealthy as simultaneously amusing and somewhat absurd.
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iT I {E WAS only about nine years old, had never caddied and had never seen golf played. He had tagged along the older boys and as there was a scarcity of caddies that day was called by the caddie master, who eyed him dubiously and finally handed ‘him = my w of clubs, which he draped around himself and staggered up to the tee. The first drive brought forth a shrill ecstatic squeal of wonderment, and from then on the game was a series of gleeful shouts at any shot over forty yards, whether pulled, sliced or topped. He ed me in and out of the rough; he yed me out of many a bunker and he howled many a wandering putt straight to the bottom of the cup. Mfter sixteen holes of hard going for both of us he tugged at the shoulder strap and said “Miste' r, Vim hungry and [live right near h I paid him off with a sigh of you like this game? His face lighted up and he said most enthusiasticall das he put down the lief T asked, “How “Tin just crazy about I don’t like is Mies Me- Country Club, t. The only part of it carrying this bag.” —Cuas. Kixtay, Knickerbocker Tenafly, N. J. \ SHORT time ago while coming down 4 the tenth fairway at the beautiful course of the Glendale Golf and Country Club, Hamilton, Ont., “Jake” Johnson, one of the best known dentists in the city, after driving his ball heard some one be- hind him from one of the adjoining fair- ways call “Fore.” He turned his head just in time to get the ball in the eye, and exclaimes Good Lor ! Are you going to drive anothe Srewart, Hamilton, Ont, sae WIT happened to Ex-Sheriff Foley of New York on the links of the Inwood Country Club, Long Island, is current. Here is the story as related by a first-hand observer: It was a foursome. In Sheriff Thomas F. Foley were I, Montefiore Le New York lawyer and Board of Education Commission¢ John F. Jack Mac! the ‘The only bet on the game was a ball on the low score of » hole. When the players retired to the substitute for the 19th hole, the game was all While the sheriff was se house veranda waiting for his vain part- ners to doll up, he overheard a heated conversation between an excited member and an interested group. The speaker was describing a shot made by one of the players in the foursome (the sheriff, as it happened, although this fact was not known to the speaker). It seems that on the 14th hole, the sheriff, on his approach shot, hit the so hard that normally it would have gone way beyond the green into the swamp land classified as out of bounds. Instead, the ball hit a tree on the left, bounced back to the green and rested within half a foot of the cup, scoring a birdie to the sheriff. To make the story thrilling, the speaker stated that the opponents were all broken as the game was being played for addition to the players a prominent nember of the (host); — License Gilchrist, and professional. club's up, $10 a point—two points on each hole. The sheriff is now asking his sportsman friends, “Which creates the greatest humdinger—racing, fishing or golfing?” * First Player—I have pulled my ball out of bounds and into the trees! WARGO ‘ . - eee = Cray Second Player—Too bad! Tough luck, old man! Sorry! “No, T have hit a tree back on the course.” “Hell!’—Davin R. Forcan, Chicago. and bounced aoe A. LADIES’ foursome had just driven £% off number five tee. They stood aside a moment to let two gentlemen play through. One of the twosome, a very absent-minded, but easily flustrated gentleman, who was the soul of propriety, hurried up to make his drive. In his haste, he tripped over a eaddy bag, which was carelessly left on the tee, and barely escaped a nasty fall. The “damit” which was broadcasted from his lips with all the ferveney of a longshoreman’s — mightiest had scarcely ceased to echo when he became acutely aware of the ladies’ presence. Ah—ah—pardon me,” the now blush- ing and completely flabbergasted gentle- man apologize I—I—meant to say something el Pad OCK KENNEDY and Scotty Mac- Tavish were playing over a_ new course for the first time. As they holed out on the first green Kennedy turned to Scotty and si “ott m'lad, how many strokes did you tz “I'm no’ so sure what I had,” answered Scotty, “but I know you took six.” eee First Golfer—How many holes has the Mecklenburg course? Second Golfer—Twenty “Twenty? How's that “We always play the 19th hole twice, going and coming Drawn by ReNe CLARKE. “Say, Georgia, I wish you would quit chasing around to afternoon teas a: — up golf; you're getting fat again.” “Thank you, Edward; but as far as I can see that’s all there is to your old golf, i just chasing from one tee to another.” 11 comicbooks.caig)