Judge — October 28, 1922 — page 12: what you’re looking at

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Edwin Levick A Psalm of Golf yp WAL The I BROKE a hundred, John, my son I did, so help me Jonah! T dropped a putt for ninety-one, So smoke this large Corona! Por forty years T toiled away My poor old score to shorten; I worked till T was grim and gray With clubs purloined and boughten, do by and by, T says. says I Pl never live to make it But I shall die a fighting guy Endeavoring to break it And now I've landed my desire I do some high-powered thinking, “Shall T quit golf and so retire lo peaceful sports like drinking?” Not on your life With clubs [ find and clubs T steal And all that I can borrow.” “And when the Final Trump shall sound Its summons loud and weighty I'll merely say “One moment, Bo, This putt will give me eighty!" wae BEFORE taking up golf Thad a reper- toire. One evening I was introduced to a man and invited to play in a You know a minister is undera disad- vantage in playing this J. M. Eepsox, Glendale Golf and) Country Club, Hamilton, Ont. ae 1 old pre-Volstead days the Waverley Club of Portland, Ore., used to play an annual home and home team match with Spokane, Wash. They were real events. The visiting team brought as many players as could give up the id the home team matched them Singles at 36 holes was the rule for Saturc four ball y. and urday night was a night of ¢ ‘ation in which poker, bridge, pinochle and libations featured. At Spokane, on one of these events, I got to bec about three o'clock Sunday morning and started my match at about nine with a partner who had left the bridge game for a hasty breakfast just before coming to the first tee. Of course his game was weird, but away we went. Spokane is an arid place in the summer, and the old third tee was built on a hill- side, with a steep bank supported by a dry rubble wall directly at the back of a right-handed player. s partner of mine (it would be un- fair to give his name) teed up and swung. He ticked his ball with the heel of his club and it hopped off directly at right angles, passing between his feet and bring- ing up smartly against the wall. Still N THE time, man for man. matches for Sunc threesome. When IT came in another friend inquired as to how the Reverend Mr. Blank, a well known divine, played the game. As there had been a few incidents wherein my play had not been what could have been expected, I went to the reverend gentleman and calling his attention to the manner of introduction, said that Thad hoped that in my ignorance Thad not shocked him. He said: “No, [ noticed that, mister, and bearing it in mind thought that d done pretty well: in fact, ed yourself no more you | had_ exp! forcibly than the occasion offered. “Tl be with you in a minute, fellows. to finish digging this row of potatoes.” 10 Westchester Hills Country Club, Gedney Farms, N. Y. in his stanc id gazing at his tee he was startled to observe, coming right out from between his and vanishing over into the dry grass be two-foot snake whose shiunbers had been disturbed by his ball. He threw his driver to his caddy, abande his ball and start for the clubhouse calling to the caddy “Back to the clubhouse, boy, Pm through.” and that was the end of our match for that day.—Jay J. Morrow, Panama Canal, Canal Zone. ey Ballads of a Dub Wf 1 Could Keep the Old Bean Down by ALN. C. Fowler WwW! AT strokes would vanish from my And how each bunker’s luring sand Would know my footprints never more When on the tee I take my stand With ev'ry trick of topping canned With forceful adjective and noun Why, I should pull the Hagen brand! If I could keep the old bean down. Until I’m set to call out My motions are about swat the pill and le Three hundred ‘ds across the land, When (tho my peeking should be panned If I would reach to I raise my dome If T could keep the old bean down. My strokes are not so punk before T execute them, understand; Indeed, upon the golf school floor I'veall the stuntsat my command— But once out on the fairwa nd Prepared to ride ‘em out of town I find that I have swiped and fanned— If I could keep the old bean down. L’Encoi Prince Sarazen, just one demand Ere at the nineteenth hole I drown; Pray how avoid too much right I want hand If I could keep the old bean down? comichooks. usi bal