Judge — October 21, 1922 — page 12: what you’re looking at

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Edwin Levick. Oakland Golf Club, Bayside, Long Island, New York T WAS one of the two mornings of the k on which our club course is 1 for members’ wives. Our pro- fessional, Sandy (he’s Scotch), was at the first tee greeting the feminine wielders of the mashie and mid-iron. and superin- They were leaving Driver of Garbage Wagon (watching player practicing and badly topping) Well, I couldn't ever see nothing in that game anyhow! Irate Player—No, see anything in dr Ballads of a Dub ty A. N.C. Fowler My Brand-new Mashie Is a Bear Y GAME is picking up a bit, The ball flies straight and far and and IT could never garbage wagon. j ery tending their start. true; I shouldn’t wonder if I’m it When I lope round in eighty-two, Which isn’t such a task to do If eye and hand and nerve are there And t My brand-new mashie is a bear. Its shaft has just the snap to fit, Its loft slants upward to the blue, So when my dead approach has lit The back-spin is a treat to view. No wonder that such shots were few With that old club I used to wear; Buy proper irons—that’s the cue My brand-new mashie is a bear. My chances now are infinite To reach the sixties ere I'm through This season if I just but sit Some tight and pretty and pursue My present tactics for they hew My total down a stroke each fa I give the credit where it’s due— My brand-new mashie is a bear. L’Envoi Prince, who hath forged this treasure, who Hath made a club beyond compare, I doff my cap and bow to you— My brand-new mashie is a bear. ttt HAD always considered him of a gentle disposition and that she rather domineered. One evening he was a little slow in getting on his togs, and when he arrived at the first, she had a ball nicely teed up for him. He swung and missed it entirely—stooped, picked it up and said, “Damn it, how often have I to tell you that I ter, Scotty, do I stand too close to my . of course (quite entre nous), Player in Bad Form—What’s the mat- Well, not until after you hit it. Scotty in foursomes and twosomes (highly con- versational), At length a comely young woman ap- proached the tee and ‘sat on the bench alongside while two pairs drove off in direction of the first green a new arrival in our suburban community; the canvas golf bag she carried was a spotless white; the club heads that peeked out of the bag bore that glitter that bespeaks the lack of experience from the tee to cup. The foursome safely started, turned and announced, “All r now for a single player-r-r-r-r.” The comely young woman made no move to start. A new foursome approached the tee and left’ with Sandy’s blessing. Again he turned to the comely young woman. “Room now for a single player,” he repeated. Apparently she’ was ready and furthermore, she was a bit embarrassed. But she made no sign of rising. Sandy's -attention again was taken up, this time by a twosome. Several strokes by each player sufficed to put the twosome the dis- tance of a fair drive down the fairway and again Sandy turned to the c “Don’t you wish to play? inquired. “Oh, yes, may I now?” was the eager reply and question. “T’vé been waiting but you said it was all right for a single player and I've been married now nearly two months.”"—R. H. andy -ready Per THEY were just leaving the first tee, when a heavily built’ man, holding a handful of perfectos, ap- hed his caddie and said: » with those Spalding In the future you will let me play my own “I've had my name put up at the country club, old man.” “Why, I didn’t know you played Do you smoke, sonny?” “Yes, sir,” said the boy eagerly, golf.” M. Eepson, Glendale golf!” noting the . Golf and Country Club, Hamilton, “I don’t, but I’m in the insurance “Guess Til carry them myself Ont. business!” then,” said the man, walking away. 10 — ar y p sii n be th we an on m we de ot ha we an