Judge — November 11, 1922 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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Edwin Levie Ballads of a Dub by AL N.C. Fowler My Handicap Is Still Eighteen jays I think T was not made And have an impulse then to trade ‘This sport for cribb: or croquet; Vil pull a green But leaves me just four putts away— My handicap is still eighteen, At other times I'm sore dismayed ‘To note my childish body sway, Or that again I've overplayed ‘The short fourteenth, or can’t obey The pro’s advice: “Don’t press to-day.” Why is the gulf that yawns between Us dubs and Mitchell or Ted Ray My handicap is still eighteen. I've studied, practiced, copied, prayed, Chipped, pitched and dug ‘em where they lay Until my harried nerves were f And still Success has cried: **) You aren't a Ouimet, bo, but stay Right with her, kid, upon the s And so [have and do and 1 My handicap is still eighteen. k Greenbrier Golf Club, White Sulphur Springs, Va. O Clotho, Lachesis, T pray My golf may be more peacherine And far less hopelessly outré— My handicap is still eighteen. r s playing a game fully teed up his ball He car ed his driver and hit the mendous clip but instead of se over the fairway it dribbled twenty-five feet. n- about The clerical gentleman frowned, puckered up his mouth, and bit his lips, but said nothing. A friend who stood by then remarked, “Doctor, that is the most profane silence T ever witnessed.” “4 BE” and +2 friendly * were play . They were i “Abe” took a 11 swing his second shot entirely. On the pretense of replacing the turf “Abe” slyly picked up his ball and started toward the green, “Ike's” second shot was a “dub,” he also. missed. the pill. Quickly realizing what “Abe” had done, “Ike” ‘carefully picked up his. ball started toward the green. When “Abe” position he dropped his ball and T found mine. How do you lie?” “Ike” realizing it was then time to drop his ball answered, “I don’t lie yet.” SHOT FROM THE TREE MRS. BLACKFORD'S OWN STORY OF HER FAMOUS FEAT THE PICTURES PROVE IT AGAIN TRY IT YOURSELF By Mrs. G. H. Blackford HE “bird-nest” story broadeast recently from the Crawfordsvill Country Club, was not conceived in tl fertile brain of a local disciple of tl famous Baron Munchausen. Neither The lady, the caddy and the tree (x shows position of bird's nest) liar belonging to the space-writing frater- nity. On the contrary it is actus pening vouched for by several rep table witnesses. On the aforesaid date, the writer of this, of sound and disposing mind and memory, supposedly i olf matel The spot from which the shot was made. Gree and clubhouse in distance worthy opponent Miss Esther Detchon who subsequently won this championship honor, Our Number 2 fairway is 43% yards long and is rendered 1b two roadways, a swamp and a number of apple trees. My third shi swamp but fell’ short of the g forty yards. Finding myself stymied b, a row of apple trees I tried to play over them. The ball crashed into the tree-top rdous by